Timelog function

Make a single line entry in a post for the current day. If there’s no post yet for today, it makes that new post.

tl ()
{
   timelog_file="$HOME/blosxom/timelog/$(date +%Y-%m-%d).txt"
   [[ ! -f $timelog_file ]] && echo Timelog for $(date "+%A %F") >> $timelog_file
   time=$(date +%H:%M)
   [[ $# -eq 0 ]] && msg=$(cat)
   [[ $# -gt 0 ]] && msg="$*"
   echo "<li>$time $msg</li>" >> $timelog_file
}

Note function

Let’s me make a very simple post to my blog from the command line. I type “note” followed by the title of the note and then press enter. From then on until I press CTRL-D, I’m composing my entry. After I press CTRL-D, the note is posted.

note ()
{
   if [[ $# -eq 0 ]]
    then
      echo "Need file name on CL"
      return
    fi

   filename="$HOME/blosxom/notes/$*.txt"

   if [[ -f $filename ]]
    then
      echo Extant post file
      return
    fi
   cat > "$filename"
}

The bright side of wrong – The Boston Globe.

Luca and I just got back from fishing – caught a nice, 18″ large mouth and a 10″ horned pout.  The Citi Diamond Visa card statement was waiting.  Andi asked if I knew anything about the $60 charge on it.  ”Nope.  Hmm… says ‘fees.’”  So I called them.

It’s an anual membership fee they started charging back in February.  I told the woman on the phone that they could either reverse the charge or close my account.  She didn’t even bat an eye, just asked if I’d like a letter confirming the closure.

Wow.  They’d rather loose a customer than give up the $60 fee?  Dumb, dumb, dumb.  I guess we’ll be buying our new furnace on the AmEx.

python setup.py install

use

python setup.py install –install-layout=deb

and the module will install itself in /usr/lib/python2.6/dist-packages and then python will be able to find it.

This was my first hunting kill, and I’ll admit – when it came time to finish the killing, I wavered in my conviction.  It seemed the animal wasn’t mortally wounded and at first, I contemplated taking it home and healing it.  My wife helped me see reason and I realised it would be best to finish the poor thing.  But how to do it?  Well, first, take my gloves off to get a better grip.  (Now, anyone that’s handled a wounded animal just winced hard.)  And knows what’s coming next….

As I tried to turn the squirrel in my hands and figure out the most humane method to finish it off, it wriggled around and clamped itself to my now bare hands.  WOW!  About twenty good, deep scratches into untangling it’s claws from my skin, I just gave up and broke it’s neck.  Would have been better for us both if I’d just done that from the start.  So now I know.

Anyway.  That’s my first game animal. Does that make me a hunter? Well, I intend hunting more squirrel, so I think so. I skinned it and dressed it according to directions I found in, believe it or not, The Joy of Cooking.  I’ve got the hide curing and I’ve salted the tail stump so I can save it for the Meps people.  I got a surprising amount of meat off it and I’ll be cooking it tonight I think.  I’ll post about how it tastes, etc.

Seems that serving squirrel was all the rage to serve squirrel at dinner parties in England last summer.  The folks in NYC were at it, too apparently.

ATT Single-line Telephone

Anyway, this morning when I called home to see how it was going there in the dark, apparently Tallis perked up and said – “what’s that funny sound?”

He’d never heard an actually ringing telephone.