Beer drinker, rocker, programmer, and sex peddler.
Almost two and a half years ago, I showed up to be a zombie extra in the filming of Necroville. I had a great time, in spite of getting killed by a chainsaw.
And then, nothing happened.
Well, nothing is finally done happening. Necroville debuts on August 31 at the Guild. I hope I'm not on the cutting room floor.
..just got a little better.
One of my peeves is the intersection of Gold and 8th, which I walk through at least 4 times per day, often 6.
It's a 3-way stop, with traffic coming from the north, _not_ stopping. This has various consequences.
1) You better be alert and watch for traffic coming around the curve to the north. A good idea anyway, of course, but here it's extra tense.
2) Drivers _know_ how weird it is, so some of them coming from the north, stop anyway. They're not supposed to. I wouldn't, either. And yet, I sympathize. It "feels" wrong to not stop. But you shouldn't, because the other cars just have to wait for you anyway, and traffic is backing up behind you, and everyone is projecting psychic waves of "you don't have a stop sign, idiot!"
I think the reason there's no stop sign, is that it's really intended as a relief route for eastbound Central.
So what changed? Why do I hate it a little less now? Because I found a $20 bill in the crosswalk. Yep, just sitting there on the pavement in the middle of 8th street. Nobody else around, either, to ask, "Hey, did you drop something?" It's mine, all mine! I guess Torture Victim gets a round of whiskey sent up to the stage tonight.
Paul asked if I use a refrigerator to ferment. "No, I don't make lagers," I said.
Then it hit me: it's summer (my brewing up to now has been in the winter and spring) and my new home is hotter than the old one, for a variety of economic and technological reasons.
Maybe if I were to leave the AC on around the clock (ugh, can't afford that) it would be ok, but realistically, the place is in the mid-high 80s in the daytime. That too hot even for ale! Oh sure, it'll ferment, but it'll have some icky effects.
I'm going to have to get a fridge even for ales. Ugh. I thought I was done buying equipment; I thought all my expenses were just going to be ingredients from now on.
I guess the upside is that if I get a fermenting fridge, I'll be able to make lagers too.
But I'm looking into some cheaper techniques, too. There's some good info at [link] and [link]
In the 1980s, SNL had a surreal skit. It was a fake TV ad for General Dynamics (the leader in laser-guided technology), as if running TV ads would be part of their business model.
Fiction becomes reality.
Today I was reading a transcript of Bill Richardson on MTP, and I saw a Boeing ad. It doesn't suggest any particular product that I should buy -- it just shows their logo. I guess this is just to build up some name recognition, for the next time that I impulsively buy a large passenger jet airliner. I will think, "Boeing, huh? Yeah, I've heard of them. Ok, I guess I'll get one of theirs, instead of some mysterious, obscure Airbus."
What do YOU think? The next time you're in the checkout line at the supermarket and have an impulse to drop a few billion dollars on a fleet of the aircraft they have on display, what will YOU buy? If you said Lockheed Martin, it's probably because your Firefox installation includes an ad blocking extension.
I declare May to be "I Hate Web Browser CSS-bugs Month."
I noticed that my comment on a Daily Word column, where I lament that peoples' attitude about cryptography still doesn't seem to be changing, made it into the print edition of The Alibi..
..right next to a letter from Don Schrader.
I don't quite know what it means to find myself in such company, but I suspect it supports my point that most people -- you know, _normal_ people -- view communications security as an odd thing to care about.
The question: is it the good kind of odd ("ooh, prescient and insightful"), or the bad kind of odd ("sheesh, what a paranoid loon")?
I guess that gives us something to discuss at the next PGP keysigning meeting. Remember to bring photo id and a hardcopy of your fingerprint. I'll wear my EFF baseball cap to make myself easier to spot. (Pocket protector optional.)
I FINALLY got around to bottling batch 5 last night; the rye cream ale thing.
As as soon as I racked from the secondary fermenter to the bottling bucket, I smelled a problem: a strong vanilla odor. I had a vanilla bean soaking in the secondary, hoping for just a hint of flavor from it. Well, 10 days is a bit much, and what I got sure ain't a hint!
Anyway, this beer isn't undrinkable, but almost. It's my first "bad" beer, which is a shame because a week and a half ago, when I drank a hydrometer sample, it was SO good.
Anyway, in the future: either soak the bean for only 2 or 3 days, or better yet, just use a controlled, measurable dose of vanilla extract.
Met a guy at the Dukes of Ale meeting on Tuesday, who is doing two side-by-side brews with two different systems on Saturday morning, and he's invited us over. So I'll be over there for a while, and then I'll buy some minor equipment from him (scales).
Then when I get home, I begin my number 6: Scottish Ale. This'll have a little peat-smoked malt in it, heather in place of some of the hops, and I'll be doing some funny stuff to increase carmelization. After all my pale ales, and the exotic number 5, this will be yet another direction.
Don't expect to taste any until at least 3 weeks later.
The cop explained it as "I'm citing you for failure to maintain proper lookout," but the court record was just "Careless Driving." Interesting that someone thought we need a new law for not-looking-where-you're-going.
I think it cost more than $25 back then. Maybe that's the reason for the texting law: they're trying to reduce the fine for specific ways of not paying attention.
So, computer cases/rooms really do need to be Faraday cages.
I love how all the jacked up paranoid unbelievable far-fetched cypherpunk bullshit, that computer people used to worry about as theoretical risks back in the old days (or at a minimum, science fiction novel plots), all turned into someone's todo list. They went to their boss and said a bunch of crazy things and probably had to postscript it with "No, stop laughing. Seriously. Let's do it." Then it went up and up the chain and got into a budget request and we paid extra taxes to fund it all, and it became reality.
And then it became mundane reality. Not something to angrily yell in the streets about, but just "huh, they really did that instead of just talking about how fucked up it would be if someone ever did that. Hm. So how about those Isotopes?" God damn we are all such apathetic slaves these days.
I'm not sure apathetic resignation and democracy really go well together. Maybe we really ought to go commie or fascist. Might it be more efficient than the status quo, either way?