Simply brilliant. The poem is a link. An actual working one now.
“I’m your little visiting angel, pretty as a swan.
I'll decorate your tree or wreath from dusk until the dawn.
I know that every month you'll think of me and put a smile on!
I'll even be hanging around when you crave a box of bon bons.
Now I guess you've figured out, and no, you're not wrong…
Someone found out another use for a playtex tampon!”
da da da.
Had a nice telephone conversation this morning after quite some time going without. Things must really be about me avoiding doing so in order to feel lonely and isolated. I’m not even a rabbit. The heater is still broken as there are parts what need ordering and such. Sat in the lay-z-boy with blankets and wathed the x-men dvd. T’was quite decent. Now on is ‘X-Treme Martial Arts” which is a bit distressing … the name i mean. It’s on discovery channel and has scientific analysis of the realities of kinesthetics in the arts and the underlying reasons of how they actually work. I thought the master, Mike Chat, looked …. interesting. Turns out I must have seen him at some subliminal point when he was the blue power ranger. Ahem.
For must be 45 minutes i stared at the screen wondering why the big directory of individually tarred up gkrellm2 skins were refusing to untar as a group. I tried and tried and tried to do it with one of those interactive shell loops but no luck. I read up on all the hints i could find but most everything was kind enough to tell me that files are untarred using tar followed by options and a filename. Gee, who knew. the little bit of tcsh typeing:
foreach i (`ls`)
tar -xpf $i
end
Just gave no relief at all. It looked fine with printing the $i but staring at the screen all day apparently has diminishing returns. FINALLY it struck me that my ls is aliased to some usually useful colors … which tar dun like at all.