Ibuce
Many links I have run across lately.
A fun example of form highliting; shockingly more useful than you would expect.
I grew up with Webmonkey, it is sad to see it go. It had such character.
Informative article attempting to outline how much information the world contains. It puts a lifetime of human memories at 200 megabytes.
Bad variable names and the people that use them. I guess our JAVA teacher was right.
I seem to have caught the Myst bug once again. I have read all three books (The Book of Atrus, The Book of Ti’Ana, and The Book of D’Ni) but I have not yet played the game. I am considering getting the “realMyst” game, which commemorates the original by recreating the old game in an immersive (rather than selective) 3D environment. Of course, buying and/or playing this game will come someday when I have time to spare. I am not completely sure when this lovely day will occur, but when it comes I will enjoy it to the fullest.
Apart from all the links, I rediscovered the Steinway in BEC and have fallen back in love with playing pianos that sound good. The difference between the Gracement HunkOPiano and that Steinway can be likened to the contrast between the deepest, blackest, darkest night of the soul (Hunk) and the brightest, sunniest, warmest, loveliest day that ever gently grazed your life (Stein). Honestly.
Finally, the chats between Matt and I frequently descend into pointless bouts of key-mashing. During these times, we exchange meaningless strings of text usually with the intention of expressing extreme enthusiasm for the current topic of discussion. Lately, we have noticed that when we throw caution to the wind and blindly wreak havoc on the keys, certain “words” tend to appear with a startling frequency. Stemming from the mindless finger-thrashing on my end is the French sounding “ibuce” (pronounced eye-boo-chay). Furthermore, the equally impressive “lask” is a direct result of Matt’s frenzied typing. We can only conclude that the apparently random typing we are taking part in is, in fact, not random at all. We are governed by our sub-conscious more than we realize.
Which goes for many parts of life.