Technology
Time for a little change around here — due to both a thoughtful suggestion and a wise solution from a friend, I'm trying out an external comments provider. If I like the results, I'll probably switch to something native (no, that doesn't mean dancing in a grass skirt), so that the comments will actually be hosted and manageable here, but in the mean time, this was easy and fairly painless, aside from it messing with a javascript I already had running on the main page to keep link windows clean.
So, anyway, yeah, be nice to me, and maybe I'll let you stick around.
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On the way home tonight, I hopped off the train early, and decided to take a walk through Chinatown, partially to find Rusty a better MahJong windmadilly (is there a real name for those things?), partially to get a bite to eat (at which I failed — the lure of Hon's didn't quite succeed tonight), partially to check around for that Faye Wong CD (at which I also failed, but not surprisingly — one shop did have a whole cardboard box of her CDs, no lie, but none that old or obscure), and partially to take a look at the world's thinnest building.
Unfortunately, I hadn't seen an actual picture of the building until just now, so, despite knowing the intersection and everything. I totally missed it. Is it irony if someone fails to see the world's thinnest building, or simply an occurrence of the obvious? For whatever reason, I was looking for a building which was thin perpendicular to the street, rather than thin parallel to the street, even though I should have known better, having read the story about why it was built the way it was. At least, having seen the pictures, I know which building it was, because it's pretty characteristic looking and hard to forget, with all the overhangs and so on.
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Incidentally, the spider bite is nearly healed up. I've earned the name Spiderman at work, and it's almost tempting to track down a decent Spiderman mask to wear on a rainy day. I've gotta keep people stirred up one way or another.
So, anyway, yeah, be nice to me, and maybe I'll let you stick around.
* * *
On the way home tonight, I hopped off the train early, and decided to take a walk through Chinatown, partially to find Rusty a better MahJong windmadilly (is there a real name for those things?), partially to get a bite to eat (at which I failed — the lure of Hon's didn't quite succeed tonight), partially to check around for that Faye Wong CD (at which I also failed, but not surprisingly — one shop did have a whole cardboard box of her CDs, no lie, but none that old or obscure), and partially to take a look at the world's thinnest building.
Unfortunately, I hadn't seen an actual picture of the building until just now, so, despite knowing the intersection and everything. I totally missed it. Is it irony if someone fails to see the world's thinnest building, or simply an occurrence of the obvious? For whatever reason, I was looking for a building which was thin perpendicular to the street, rather than thin parallel to the street, even though I should have known better, having read the story about why it was built the way it was. At least, having seen the pictures, I know which building it was, because it's pretty characteristic looking and hard to forget, with all the overhangs and so on.
* * *
Incidentally, the spider bite is nearly healed up. I've earned the name Spiderman at work, and it's almost tempting to track down a decent Spiderman mask to wear on a rainy day. I've gotta keep people stirred up one way or another.