Les Bonnes Choses

I was in the middle of writing a Matlab script to carry out a tedious analysis. I'll happily spend an hour doing the problem solving required to automate doing something I could otherwise tediously carry out by hand in half that time. Unfortunately, the remote computer stopped responding, and I took that as a cue to switch tasks. It's not like I don't have a dozen other things I could do anyways -- for example, update my blog before I forgot what I might want to write about.

So, I started to type lesbonnes... into my Chrome addressbar. Chrome has google instant search built into it, so when you type in the address bar, your browser is basically searching google for you automatically. And this is how I discovered that my blog has a peculiar URL neighbour. When you type "lesb..." in Chrome, the browser helpfully suggests websites starting with "lesb...". You can see where this is going? Despite that I regularly visit my own blog, Chrome's #1 suggestion was that I might be interested in visiting Lesbians Who Look Like Justin Bieber. It's a tumblr website, not a porn site, so there was no risk (I think) in clicking the link. And indeed, as advertised, the website posts submitted photos of (presumably?) lesbians who do indeed resemble Justin Bieber. That's niche. So just a heads up for visitors from Google: double check your URL before you click "Go". But if you don't there won't be any real consequences. I don't think there's any danger of anything terribly lascivious ever showing up on that site, because a hoodie is pretty much obligatory. Also, Chrome's behaviour has nothing to do with my search history, if that's what you're thinking.

Uh, so what else?

Right. I've got an empty plate beside me. It had a hamburger on it, which I had barbecued. I feel a little icky about it because I had several bites of it before I actually looked at a cross-section of my burger and discovered that the inside was not fully cooked. I hope I don't go all Walkerton or something.

While outside barbecuing, I discovered evidence that I had suffered a mini-stroke yesterday afternoon. It appears that when I arrived home, I put my bicycle kickstand down and dismounted. Then I went to the side garage door, opened it and reached in to push the garage door opener button. Then ... I went inside. I had left my bike sitting there in the driveway overnight, and the garage door wide open. Just about two years ago, Jenni Minas sent me a Thar Be Dragons type of map of Evanston. Moving here with Rebecca and two little boys (one newborn), we lucked into a nice single family house far from any dragons. It appears Jenni's map was very accurate, if it is the case that dragons steal bicycles and lawnmowers, as is rumoured.

It is rumoured. I just said it, so it's rumoured. Go spread the word.