Returning from holiday ...

feels a little like landing on an alien planet in a B-grade sci-fi movie from the 50s. Everything seems superficially "different", but if you scratch the surface a little, you can see the dodgy styrofoam, wires and duct tape. That's the point you know that things are pretty much as they were when you left ... just a little closer to entropic collapse.

On an entirely different note, I've just run into the 65535 file limit in a zip file from one of my automated jobs. The joy of old code :-( (can you say 16-bit unsigned integer?). I knew I prefered tar for a reason.

If Gaudi had done keyboards

I'd be typing this on a sublime piece of craftsmanship, with beautiful curves, undulations, impressions of the sea and the sky, and shift keys to nowhere. I'd probably be a bit constrainted that the only characters I could type would be { } and ~ , but I'd live with that.

The man was so obsessed with his work, he forgot to look for the tram that killed him. I wonder what his last thoughts were? "So many harsh straight lines on that tram. What it needs is a curve like a tree in the wind ..."