building a playhouse

posted by jack at 02:21 CET in / life / pictures

Together with my father-in-law, we built a playhouse this summer! Instead of just dumping the pictures into a ready-formatted .mac page template or something, I decided to share them using Tabblo. Click the thumbnail image to the right to get to all the pictures.

All in all, this new Tabblo service is pretty cool. You can upload a bunch of pictures, create a nice layout of your own design (including text boxes of varying sizes), and Tabblo provides slideshows, downloads of the original fullsize images, etc. And of course it's free!

pythong

posted by jack at 13:43 CET in / humor

I think I can safely call myself a "python programmer". And a "touch typist". And a "good speller". And yet, hardly a day goes by that I don't mistype "python" as "pythong". I nearly did it while typing that sentence. I don't know why, it's just the way it is. At least I can console myself with the knowledge that I'm not alone.

Now I've decided to capitalize on this shortcoming with a novelty product that will surely make me rich. Behold, the PyThong!!!

Please buy several for yourself and everyone you know. Christmas is just around the corner! Who wouldn't want a PyThong in their stocking?! This is also, of course, the perfect attire for the next pycon or EuroPython conference.

three cheers for the curmudgeon!

posted by jack at 22:22 CET in / humor

As a child, I was often puzzled by the existence of some really lame comic strips in the newspapers. I could not for the life of me imagine why anyone would want to read strips like Gil Thorp, Rex Morgan M.D., or Mary Worth. Compared to the comics I loved best at the time, such as Bloom County and (yes, I'm man enough to admit it) Garfield, these print versions of soap operas just seemed completely useless.

Now I know the ultimate purpose of these comics: to be bitterly, hilariously mocked by The Comics Curmudgeon. This site not only pokes fun at the soap-opera-style comics mentioned above, it also highlights foolishness in Mark Trail, timeless stereotypes in Crock, and fearful grandparenting in Gasoline Alley. Go get your Josh on.