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The new Yelp iPhone app has snuck in a nifty "Augmented Reality" view. This shot is taken from out of the window at Slide.
Watching the Yanks take batting practice.
The true symbol of democracy in America -- The smug satisfaction of getting to wear the elusive "I Voted" sticker.
It was the only reason I bothered voting, to be honest.
(t-shirt)
The seven sides(!) of the ballot, filled out and ready to be deposited in the ballot box.
This sample ballot shows how much crap I had to vote on after making my presidential selection.
One problem with OAuth and similar authentication systems -- When the browser is embedded in the application (as in this case with AirMe, but I also saw it in Exposure) with no URL visible, you have no idea if you're giving your username and password to Yahoo, or to some phisher.
Sold-out Sox/Yankees match at Yankee Stadium. Joy & I wanted to visit here at least once before the Yanks move next door to... Yankee Stadium
The "Free Tibet" and "Free Darfur" groups were protesting the torch, but a visibly larger group of Chinese supporters were protesting the protesters.
And in the end, the torch didn't come anywhere near us!
My Chumby, powered-up, and making my life approximately 65% better by displaying a live feed from the San Diego Zoo Pandacam.
I believe it can perform other tasks too, but who cares? PANDAS!
On the flight back from San Diego, a mother and her daughter sat next to me. I feared a 6-hour chunk of screaming wean, but the kid was surprisingly quiet, watching her Barney DVDs and reading her Curious George books.
This is a picture she drew of me. (Actually, the mother drew the head and body, and the girl added the glasses, beard and baseball cap) A pretty decent likeness!
A house near us has just gone up for sale, and apparently there's an AM transmitter so you can hear all about it without having to ring the doorbell.
Of course, the bad man in me wants to try to broadcast "Metal Machine Music" on that frequency at a higher power.
They're currently asking about $50k more than the Zillow Zestimate. Curious to see how this plays out with regards to Zillow's estimates.
The (rather poorly-received) movie version of trippy 70's on-before-the-BBC-evening-news French animation, The Magic Roundabout, has been re-dubbed for America.
Some of the (mostly piss-poor ex- or current-SNL) vocal talents are horrendous. Whoopi Goldberg as Emintrude? Jimmy motherfuckin' Fallon as Dylan?!?
(Jim Broadbent vs William H Macy as Brian, on the other hand, is too close to call)
But worst of all is the bastardisation of Dougal's name for the movie's title. Clearly America is a little *too* hooked-on-phonics.
A pound or two of turkey, pastrami, swiss cheese, coleslaw and russian dressing, on pumpernickel. A wee snack.
Now I can pretend to be Jack Bauer with my GPG encryption keys stored on a smartcard. If you encrypt something to 0xC84C962B, you can be certain that it will be seen by my eyes only. Unless a rather bad man has managed to subtly convinced me to give up my PIN, using little more that the art of persuasion, and a length of rubber hose.
I'm not entirely sure what the legalities are of my importing this card into the US, but for now it's nestled snugly in my wallet between my Green Card and my ACLU membership card.
A letter arrived yesterday for a former resident of our house, from someone in prison. I'm tempted to open it up just to make sure it doesn't say either "I'm coming to get you" or "I'm coming to stay when I get out", but I think returning-to-sender is in order.
As I go through my CD collection, merrily re-ripping, I occasionally come across a CD such as this, purchased in 2001, but still in its shrinkwrap.
As I recall, I had downloaded MP3s of the album prior to release, but still went out and bought the CD in order to assuage my conscience (and because it was only $12 from the good folks at Newbury Comics).
Purchased from Questionable Content, this is the official uniform of the [RhymesWithNose] "Applied Research" team.
Just starting to work my way through the fabulous The Complete Calvin & Hobbes, and loving every second of it.
I picked up a couple of bottles of Irn Bru today for the first time in ages. I would never have thought to describe it as a 'carbonated citrus fruit drink'. I'd go with 'sugar, caffeine and orange colouring that *stains*'
Updated to add: Aha! Upon closer inspection, this is the label Barr use specifically for the US market (the FDA nutrition panel should have given that away). That explains the bizarre disclaimers for my adopted crazy-ass-litigious homeland.
... has been discontinued to bring you the scheduled interview with Jennifer Connelly about her new movie.
I have not the words.
Spotted practically following us around San Francisco. We particularly appreciated that riding around on Segways didn't make you look enough of a dork, so they fitted you out with reflective yellow jackets and helmets. Seeing them glide across the landscape was like a slowed-down Benny Hill chase, but without the buxom lasses or Yakkity Sax.
My original paperback copy of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, bought for me when I was five.
Off to Chicago tomorrow for the Chicago Improv Fest. Busy trying to work out what shows I want to see.
As much a Boston landmark as the Citgo sign, this evangelical half-wit is a regular sight whenever there's a sporting event or concert. He's our version of London's Winner or Sinner bloke.
Bacon barked at a skunk in the back garden tonight, and got sprayed. Not pleasant. A Google search pointed us in the direction of either hydrogen peroxide or tomato juice. This is what the corner store had in stock.
Looks somewhat familiar, reminding me of my student days when the RBoS made my penniless days miserable. I wish Bank of Scotland or Clydesdale owned a local bank. I'd join in a flash!
Even chocolate eggs are internet-enabled these days. Go to www.magic-kinder.com, enter the "secret code", and get online-prizes.
The menu for a local pizzaplace. Can we get anchovies on one half, and bling on the other?
...whilst continuing the Bacon-humiliation.
Hurrah for Stop & Shop, who have now added cupholders to their trolleys.
These signs were dotted around the new Somerville Stop & Shop, along with "Mrs Schillng Shops Here" ones.
100% less radio too. Bah!
(They had no idea what my GPS unit was, though, so that remained)
If they're going to insist on taking photos of every non-merkin to enter the US, then I'm gonna take a photo of them!
My t-shirt for tonight's Red Sox/Yankees game.
This is an archive of groovmother.com, the old blog run by Rod Begbie — A Scottish geek who lives in San Francisco, CA.
I'm the co-founder of Sōsh, your handy-dandy guide for things to do in San Francisco this weekend.