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The 2019 Archives

Just look at all of the great stuff that I wrote in 2019

(or move onto the literary gold from 2020 or the gems from 2018)


@#$&! you, Google.

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Aural Ambiguity

Listen to this word in French:   speaker icon

Know what it means?

Are you sure?

Me neither. At this point in my life, I can read and write in French and speak it real good. And my accent isn't bad at all. But my comprehension still sucks.

When a person speaks to me in French, I hear only jibberish. Lately, it's become even worse because I (and I'm sure that all my French friends feel this way too) should have gotten my comprehension down by now!

I blame my ears, the rest of me, and literally everything else in the world but most of all, I blame the language itself! Click below to hear the French for each of the following words:

  • Green   speaker icon
  • Toward/Towards   speaker icon
  • (Poetic) Verse   speaker icon
  • (Drinking) Glass   speaker icon
  • Worm   speaker icon
  • Squirrel Fur   speaker icon

See? Who can learn comprehension when every word is the same? :-)

Saved KiTTY Password Extraction

image of my KiTTY open terminal dialog.

Recently I needed to scp to a linux box that I had long ago lost the password to, but luckily I had that password saved in KiTTY. This awesome Intertip allowed me to recover that lost password in just 8 simple steps:

  1. Load the session with the stored password into KiTTY
  2. Go to the Session -> Logging
  3. Enable logging for SSH packets and raw data
  4. Uncheck the Omit known passwords fields box
  5. Start the session, wait until it logs you in
  6. Close the KiTTY window
  7. Go to your KiTTY folder and open the log file
  8. Find the "Send automatic password" block to get your plain-text password.


Once recovered, I saved the user/pass as part of the session save so that I don't have to go through this every week. :-)


xkcd comic: Fermirotica  

I'm just discovering xkcd now, though I think it's been around for a while.

The Best Grammar Lesson You'll Ever Read.

A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

Two quotation marks walk into a "bar."

A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

A question mark walks into a bar?

A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out we don't serve your type."

A mixed metaphor walks into a bar and smells the coffee on the wall.

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

A synonym strolls into a tavern.

At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

A dyslexic walks into a bra.

A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television getting drunk and smoking cigars.

A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar to enjoy a bit of drinking.

A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

Dear Donald,

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LOST: My favourite comb

Boy, things have really changed since he was four-years-old.

Two more good ones...

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See the newer gold from 2020 or the literary classics from 2018

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Maybe read No Big Deal, my favourite story I ever wrote.

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