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# South of the border.
They flew me down to Melbourne again, last week. I tried my hardest to get out of it; I even forgot to turn my alarm on so instead of waking at 5.30 and having plenty of time I woke at 6.10 and was out the door at 6.13. I was forced to catch a taxi, and then realised as we hit the M5 that I would have been better off taking the train. Sure, I would have had to wait, and the train station is right down the wrong end of the terminal, but at least there’s no merging traffic on a train line.
Ostensibly I was in Melbourne for client meetings on Thursday and Friday – staying overnight that is – but I decided to turn it into a junket. I felt it was time I had a junket. I’m getting old, you see, so it can’t be quiet evenings with the wife every night anymore. Pre was there, and Spirit-Wolf and Sephy and Tany and Tany’s young man, Anthony. If Tany reads this, she should note that "Lovecraft nurse" is now my job title on the company intranet.
Tany very kindly allowed me to stay at her apartment that night. I thanked her for this. I wanted to make sure this was known before I start, and I meant it. I was truly grateful, and not just because I would otherwise have had to stay in the hotel with the suit sent to herd me. But wow, trams ae noisy. And traffic. Espicially when it is just outside the second floor window. How do people stand living in the city?
The best part of the trip was while catching the plane back. I had expended so much effort to seem normal and unthreatening. I had a small bag for my laptop charger so that I could quickly empty my bag of computer and other items that make X-Ray operators suspicious. I made sure they knew I had a safety razor, as if they even give a shit. I made sure the pipebomb-looking aerosol can was not in my bag. I made an extra special point of making sure my earphones were not sticking out of the inside of my shirt, as they normally do. I still got picked randomly for a test with the magic wand. They told me they were testing for gun powder residue and other explosives. It actually hurt to refrain from asking "Do pop rocks count?"
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# Links for 2005-11-21
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# Only trampy HTTP software does that!
What amuses me most about the download quarantining software that we use here at $company – and there are quite a few things to find amusing – is that when the software blocks a download for exceeding the maximum allowable file size, it knows the file size limit has been exceeded because it has already downloaded the whole fucking file. HEAD request? That’s crazy talk!
