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Friday, June 8, 2001

A Mac Virus?

A Macfixit reader alerts us to a new AppleScript-based virus: "The virus allegedly masquerades as an email about new Simpsons episodes available on the web. The text will start off as follows: 'Hundreds of Simpsons episodes were just secretly produced and sent out on the internet...the episodes are enclosed on the attachment program...' The attachment is in fact an AppleScript that attempts to mail itself to recipients in the users Outlook/Entourage address book."

The wise suggestion was to not open any attachments from people you don't know. A funny woman on the Mac Mailing list at work replied: "Are you implying that someone who claims to send hundreds of episodes of the Simpsons over email might be lying?"

And color me shocked and amazed, but guess who won a CNET comparison between Mac OSX and Windows 2000?

10:21 AM PST (link)

Thursday, June 7, 2001

Darlink, Vat's da plan?

Bwa-ha-ha-ha! Step three of our fiendish plans, comrades, to undermine the sanctity of marriage in the State of California by, um, choosing medical treatment for our loved ones in hospitals and being designators of their estates without a will. Next up: Loud house music and MDMA in day care centers, and manditory clothing checks on public transportation.

05:52 PM PST (link)

Wednesday, June 6, 2001

Do certain words catch your ear?

I've noted to friends before that certain words tend to pop out of other people's conversations. Not that I was purposefully listening in, mind you...in fact, I may have been concentrating on NOT hearing the conversation. But certain not-uncommon words sound louder to my ears and often get my immediate attention: "Lesbian." "Website." (Yes, still.)

Today at lunch, it was "Thousand-Year-Old Nosferatu Bloodlust." Go figure.

04:18 PM PST (link)

Stop the X10 Ads.

X10 will set a cookie in your browser to disable the x10 popup ads for 30 days. The most useful link I've found in weeks. (Link via Anil Dash.)

01:35 PM PST (link)



10:45 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, June 5, 2001

To: (mailing list)

"Subject: More Madonna Gossip"

Kill me.

02:01 PM PST (link)

Treading water.

The Boyfriend and I were walking to North Beach this weekend for dinner and drinks and took a shortcut through an alley with an odd, winding cobblestone row in the sidewalk. What he found out last night, oddly enough, was that this was part of the original shoreline of Buena Vista Cove. For years I've stepped over the old wharfs of San Francisco, walking up Montgomery past what was originally a road along the shallows and the piers. My lunches at Walton Square would have out at sea a hundred years ago.

It's far too easy for me to forget that this place has a history before 1906.

Also on my daily walk along the Barbary Coast Trail is the Old Ship Saloon (finally given its historical name again) which was once an abandoned ship built into the pier, then paved over the top half with a brick building, which was partially demolished in the '06 Earthquake but rebuilt. It has usually been a pub or ale house, with a boardinghouse upstairs (which served a stint as a brothel for a while.) It has been also accused (and not without reason) of being the center of a more sinister trade. Now it's the center of a lot of Media and Advertising companies, which is at least sinister in different ways.

Mission Dwellers might be interested to know that large portions of the Mission, including the 16th and Mission BART stop were actually a large lagoon. Some excellent historical maps and historical links are provided by the San Francisco History Index, which also hosts a page devoted to our patron saint, to whose resting plot in Colma I should soon organize a pilgramage.

02:50 AM PST (link)

Monday, June 4, 2001

It's been a while.

My goodness, it's been a while since I've been at work late like this (10 PM), waiting approval for a presentation someone's giving in the morning. Not long enough, but a while. Could this mean that I actually care about work for a change? Maybe I'm just invigorated by the return of The Bradlands. Or braced by quizzes (mine was the dolphin) and tests (neutral) gathered from Freakho. Or maybe it's the...what? We're good for tomorrow?

...bye. ("Byeeeu!")

10:36 PM PST (link)

The Producer said...

"...and that's how Tori Amos got her own show on MTV."

So did I wake up from the dream in fright, or did I wake up because I realized at that second that I must be dreaming?

Argh. Department Status Meeting.

10:03 AM PST (link)


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