Archive for March, 2007

Finite Simple Group (of Order Two)

Saturday, March 31st, 2007

Thanks to Chloe for pointing this out to me. Baby, you know who you are.

Love Song for Math Geeks

Deleting Spam

Monday, March 12th, 2007

Google added a nifty link to their Gmail spam-managment interface. The link deletes all of your collected spam. This is exactly the same as clicking the All group selector and then hitting Delete except that it takes one target acquisition and one click instead of two and two. Ah! But then it pops up a confirmation dialog which is modal and required another target acquisition and mouse click. What’s more, the confirmation dialog is further from the Cart Blanche Delete link than the Delete button is from the select All link making the new control more difficult to use (in terms of Fitts’ Law) than the old control.

I ask you, Google, why did you bother?

Ciaran is snoring

Sunday, March 11th, 2007

Ciaran is alseep beside me and he’s snoring. I’ve been wondering what that sound was for weeks. He’d been sleeping on the armchair across the room until recently. From there, the sound was bouncing around too much and I couldn’t locate it. Now I know. Ciaran snores.

Ciaran smells like: I don’t know. I don’t want to wake him up with snuffling.

Comments

Friday, March 9th, 2007

I’m re-enabling comments over on LiveJournal, but I wanted to make you all aware that I’d really like you to comment over at my website instead.

I just installed a text/image security plugin to stymie spam bots, so you don’t need to register at quasijo.com to comment anymore. Unless you really want to. I’d like it if you did.

That’s all for now. I need to go see 300.

Cat smells: Shelly has shifted to smelling like dish soap. He must have been getting under the sink again.

Nightmares

Friday, March 9th, 2007

I sometimes have an awful dream that I have more than two cats, but that I’ve forgotten about the others. I dreamed last night that I suddenly remembered about the other cats and found them starving under a sofa. That was a bad night of dreaming.