“groovy mother...”

One problem with OAuth and similar authentication systems -- When the browser is embedded in the application (as in this case with AirMe, but I also saw it in Exposure) with no URL visible, you have no idea if you're giving your username and password to Yahoo, or to some phisher.

The game gets halted for 90 minutes. Thankfully, the tarp came off and the Sox won 6-4.

Sold-out Sox/Yankees match at Yankee Stadium. Joy & I wanted to visit here at least once before the Yanks move next door to... Yankee Stadium

The "Free Tibet" and "Free Darfur" groups were protesting the torch, but a visibly larger group of Chinese supporters were protesting the protesters.

And in the end, the torch didn't come anywhere near us!

My Chumby, powered-up, and making my life approximately 65% better by displaying a live feed from the San Diego Zoo Pandacam.

I believe it can perform other tasks too, but who cares? PANDAS!

Don't you dare try and steal it from him, or he'll viciously roll his eyes, yawn and ignore you.

On the flight back from San Diego, a mother and her daughter sat next to me. I feared a 6-hour chunk of screaming wean, but the kid was surprisingly quiet, watching her Barney DVDs and reading her Curious George books.

This is a picture she drew of me. (Actually, the mother drew the head and body, and the girl added the glasses, beard and baseball cap) A pretty decent likeness!

Shot from the bar at the top of the Hyatt. San Diego really has the most dull featureless skyline!

A house near us has just gone up for sale, and apparently there's an AM transmitter so you can hear all about it without having to ring the doorbell.

Of course, the bad man in me wants to try to broadcast "Metal Machine Music" on that frequency at a higher power.

They're currently asking about $50k more than the Zillow Zestimate. Curious to see how this plays out with regards to Zillow's estimates.

Someone's knocked out a last.fm player for the TiVo HME platform. Works pretty well too. If you've got a Series 2 TiVo hooked up to your home network, follow the instructions at apps.tv to give it a try.

The (rather poorly-received) movie version of trippy 70's on-before-the-BBC-evening-news French animation, The Magic Roundabout, has been re-dubbed for America.

Some of the (mostly piss-poor ex- or current-SNL) vocal talents are horrendous. Whoopi Goldberg as Emintrude? Jimmy motherfuckin' Fallon as Dylan?!?

(Jim Broadbent vs William H Macy as Brian, on the other hand, is too close to call)

But worst of all is the bastardisation of Dougal's name for the movie's title. Clearly America is a little *too* hooked-on-phonics.

A pound or two of turkey, pastrami, swiss cheese, coleslaw and russian dressing, on pumpernickel. A wee snack.

A three-dimensional zoetrope at the 20 Years of Pixar Animation exhibition at MOMA. The turntable spins and a strobe starts, creating the illusion of motion.

Andy Warhol's 32 paintings of every available variety of Campbell's soup.

Now I can pretend to be Jack Bauer with my GPG encryption keys stored on a smartcard. If you encrypt something to 0xC84C962B, you can be certain that it will be seen by my eyes only. Unless a rather bad man has managed to subtly convinced me to give up my PIN, using little more that the art of persuasion, and a length of rubber hose.

I'm not entirely sure what the legalities are of my importing this card into the US, but for now it's nestled snugly in my wallet between my Green Card and my ACLU membership card.

A letter arrived yesterday for a former resident of our house, from someone in prison. I'm tempted to open it up just to make sure it doesn't say either "I'm coming to get you" or "I'm coming to stay when I get out", but I think returning-to-sender is in order.

A gift to me from Joy. Because christmas just wouldn't be christmas without a jaw-droppingly ugly pair of bad-taste socks.

Odd juxtaposition -- The McDonalds on Boylston St in Boston has this sign at the entrance to its parking lot. They clearly get a classier kind of burger-eater than most drive-thrus.

Spotted this slogan on a truck while waiting for a train to pass. What a gloriously arrogant statement. I, of course, love it!