This was surprisingly tough to figure out.
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The most fascinating avatar I’ve ever seen:
VLC had been my favorite media player for quite a while, until a recent release when the development team decided to change the way the player reads files and directories. As of version 0.9, VLC calls opendir() recursively on everything the app is given when opening media. This causes a problem on HFS+ drives when the file system allows the call on both files and directories. Continue reading…
Prepared and performed for my Acting 150 class.
I don’t understand you! You’re all up on perches, but it doesn’t hide your arseholes! You don’t give a shit about gods and heroes! If you are honest- each one of you - which of you isn’t more at home with his hairdresser than Hercules? Or Horatius? (To Salieri) Or your stupid Danaius, come to that! Or mine- mine! Miradate,King Of Pontus!-Idomeneo, King Of Crete! All those anguished antiques! They’re all bores! Bores, bores bores!
(Suddenly he springs up and jumps on to a chair, like an orator. Declaring it) All serious operas written this century are boring! (A pause. He gives his little giggle, and then jumps up and down on his chair…) Look at us! Four gaping mouths. What a perfect Quartet! I’d love to write it- just this second of time, this now , as you are! Herr Chamberlain thinking ‘Impertinent Mozart: I must speak to the Emperor at once!’ Herr Prefect thinking ‘Ignorant Mozart: debasing opera with his vulgarity!’. Herr Court Composer thinking “German Mozart; what can he finally know about music?’ And Herr Mozart himself, in the middle, thinking ‘I’m just a good fellow. Why do they all disapprove of me?’
(Excitedly, to Van Swieten.) That’s why opera is important, Baron. Because it’s realer than any play! A dramatic poet would have to put all those thoughts down one after another to represent this second of time. The composer can put them all down at once- and still make us hear each one of them. Astonishing device; a voice quartet! (More and more excited )…I tell you I want to write a finale lasting half an hour! A Quartet becoming a Quintet becoming a Sextet. On and on, wider and wider - all sounds multiplying and rising together - and the together - and the together making a sound entirely new!
…I bet you that’s how God hears the world. Millions of sounds ascending at once and mixing in His ear to become an unending music, unimaginable to us! (To Salieri.) That’s our job! That’s our job, we composers; to combine the inner minds of him and him and him, and her and her - the thoughts of chambermaids and Court Composers - and turn the audience into God. (Embarrassed, Mozart blows a raspberry and giggles.) I’m sorry. I talk nonsense all day: it’s incurable - ask Stanzerl. (To Van Swieten.) My tongue is stupid. My heart isn’t.
In the original post:
… the error message may as well have been in Klingon (’ORA-01555: arlogh Qoylu’pu’? Hab SoSlI’ Quch! “_SYSSMU6$” qoSlIj DatIvjaj 10) …
And in the comments:
I’m impressed that they got the Klingon right.
(Except for the missing initial apostrophe in {’arlogh Qoylu’pu’}.)
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Great, now we have Klingon grammar Nazis
“So what am I supposed to call you? God? Allah? Zeus?”
Don’t use it up.
“Your name?”
Your word count. We’ve recently had to cap the number of things new arrivals can ask me — things were starting to get ridiculous with some of our new residents — and a word count proved to be the fastest way to do it.
“Really? People were taking up too much of your time? That seems kind of –”
Come on, sonny — I have a lot of people to greet each day. I can’t be devoting hours and hours to a small few of them.
“So who’s asking all the questions? The Christians? I bet it’s the Christians.”
Actually, it’s the nonbelievers that ask the most questions. The religious arrivals don’t say much.
“Huh… Ironic.”
Yeah. All the knowledge in the universe in front of them, and all they want to do is grovel.
Jarrett and I, having decided upon a need for a concrete distinction between the terms lost and misplaced, have decided upon the following guidelines:
An item is to be considered lost if its erroneous placement falls outside one’s domain. One’s domain is to be defined as the space “in which and, to a reasonable extent, around which, one spends periods of time equal to or greater than one hour more than three times a week. A misplaced item, in contrast, is one placed erroneously within one’s domain. If, however, the missing period of the item in question exceeds a month, that item is to thereby be considered lost, regardless of the domain rule.
There you have it. An item under the sofa for a week? Misplaced. An item left in a movie theater? Lost.
Just in case any of you were wondering. Objections?
I think I’ve done it. I think I may have found the most absurdly over-the-top, axe-tastic album cover ever made. My friends, I give you Frank Gambale’s Thunder From Down Under.
