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"We didn't call it fuzzing back in the 1950s, but it was our standard practice to test programs by inputting decks of punch cards taken from the trash.

We also used decks of random number punch cards. We weren't networked in those days, so we weren't much worried about security, but our random/trash decks often turned up undesirable behavior.

Every programmer I knew used the trash-deck technique."

-- Gerald M. Weinberg

With the release of my book coming up soon, I decided that it was about time to rework the site and make that more attractive. Didn't finish that work and haven't uploaded the changes, but the work so far makes me feel like I'd be more likely to buy the book had I not written it. When I first put that up I intentionally went with something low effort because I wanted to spend the time writing the book instead of marketing it.

Next coffee shipment is scheduled for Tuesday morning. I'll need to double check, but the coffee from Papua New Guinea might be the same as what we had most recently (the ICO# matches something we've had and if it matches the most recent thing it's probably the same coffee) which would let me get that out on the shelf faster. The new coffee from Brazil (a Sul de Minas) will take a couple days to go through the whole product development process.

Archaeologists believe that in the early 21st century, every person had a 'true name', an odd string of letters, dots, and the symbol '@' within it. We believe the '@", given its similarity of shape to a spiral galaxy, was a sacred symbol of the cosmos, the world, or power. It was used almost exclusively in words of power.

While these 'true names' appeared everywhere, the ancients avoided writing them down and would often remove the '.' and '@' glyphs. Our current theory is that the ancients believed in a malevolent deity made of pork whose attention they did not wish to attract.

Fresh water filters arrived today. Those have now been installed. Still waiting on a label to return the wrong filters that were originally sent.

New power supply arrived. It was a good idea, but sadly, did not resolve the issue it was intended to fix. My hacky work around still works fine, so I'll just keep going with that.

I think my new strategy for the post office is to go past the usable entrance, park on the street, and take a longer walk to and from the building. The one legal car exit has signs directing everything one way toward more road construction and ignoring the big do not enter on the other entrance like most people seem to do is unreliable as traffic can get backed up there with surprising rapidity. Not using the post office's parking lot preserves the best options for leaving.

The cat is upset that I saw her fall off the couch.

Tried out an HDMI capture thingy and its passthrough is not very passthrough-y. Introduces enough delay to make rhythm games unplayable. Oddly, the USB side of that is better. Watching the OBS window I get less terrible. Pretty sure it's not just me because as soon as I unplugged that I went from not clear to personal best.

figure eye contact, phantom, spooky 

Konpaku Youmu is always ready for Halloween.

Replacement fan for the roaster cam arrived just before closing. That's installed now and it should work a lot better.

The fact that Doc from back to the future pronounces it "Jiggawatts" suggests he's only ever read it, and that he's entirely self-taught

A friend of mine who teaches elementary school, taught her class, “don’t yuck my yum”

It was like a class mantra, all the kids knew and understood the phrase. So, if a kid brought a bean burrito for lunch, and another kid said “gross! I hate beans” burrito-kid could just say “don’t yuck my yum”

It became the perfect phrase when one student liked something another student hated it. Quickly, it moved from the tangible (food, smells, textures) to the intangible (music, religion, quality)

By the end of the year “don’t tuck my yum” was woven into the culture of the class. They actually used the phrase LESS by then, because yuckers would check themselves before tearing anyone down.

And that class of second graders moved to third, secure in the knowledge that it’s ok to love the things you love, even if other people don’t.

Can we make it a thing where we say men who can keep their mask up can keep something else up?

How to get on the bad side of your barista: Insist on trying to order some stupid made up drink that's not on the menu and won't even taste good, keep taking off your mask, fail to flush the toilet.

Some new mugs arrived today, but not the Christmas Sloth mugs.

It looks like the place I get my water filters from had a mis-pick at their warehouse. Received cartridges that probably fit my filter heads, but they're smaller and do entirely different things to the water so hopefully they can figure out a way to take the wrong filters back and send what I ordered. I have a couple slower filters that do comparable things with the water chemistry that I can swap if that takes too long so it's not an emergency, just an annoyance.

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