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Very sin

As of a little while ago (it is around 7:45 PM US Eastern on Mon 15 Sep 2003 as I write this), VeriSign added a wildcard A record to the .COM and .NET TLD DNS zones. The IP address returned is, which reverses to What that means in plain English is that most mis-typed domain names that would formerly have resulted in a helpful error message now results in a VeriSign advertising opportunity. For example, if my domain name was ‘,’ and somebody typed ‘’ by mistake, they would get VeriSign’s advertising.
(Via ‘Dragonhawk’ on Slashdot via Jeremy Zawodny)

This isn’t new. the .nu TLD has been doing this same thing for years. Still, I’m glad I’m no longer a customer of Verisign, they have far too much control over .COM and .NET, and ICANN should do something about this.

They won’t, but they should.

Gaming Imported From Epistula


Once, I was a member of a Nomic game. Then the owner got exams, and it stopped. Then I was a member of another Nomic game, and the owner got a life, and it stopped.

Since I need more things to do in my life, I’m starting a Nomic game. “What is Nomic?” I hear you cry. Nomic is a game which defines itself as it goes along, and is thus really fun to play 🙂

“How Do I join?” I hear you cry, and I can respond to that one. You can find more details at the Nomic page

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MP3 of the Week

Lack of imagination this week, but two of them to make up for it. Both are versions of the infamous Pink Panther Themetune by Henry Mancini.

Pink Panther, Acapella, by Bobby Mcferrin

Pink Panther, Techno Dance Remix

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Random Linkage

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Mis-spelling as a scientific experiement

Apparently, a British university has discovered that you don’t need every letter in a word to be right, just the beginnings and endings. To test this Hypothosis, every entry in Aquarionics is currently being run though JWZ’s Scramble script. Isn’t it cool?

Taken offline now. Content of this entry was as follows:

Atppeanlry, a Biistrh uiivestnry has doisreevcd that you don’t need eevry leettr in a word to be rhigt, jsut the bnnneggiis and ennigds. To tset this Hooysitphs, every ernty in Aqciiaonurs is crrtlneuy bieng run thguoh JWZ’s Scambrle scrpit. Isn’t it cool?

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On facing your public

Welcome to Aquarionics. Just in case this hasn’t come up before, the whole point of Aquarionics is that it is defined as whatever I want it to be at the moment. Currently that means a start page for me to stay up to date with other people and very little else. Work is causing fun stuff, three hours commute a day is causing a lack of time, and said three hours streaching to six because it is an apparent impossiblity for both First Great Western trains and the Met/Circle/HammerCit Lines to have their act together at once.

But this entry isn’t about that. This entry is about public diaries, and definitions of such. My central position on the subject of online diaries is that a diary is either public or private. Never submit to a website anything you don’t mind the world reading. In my case, that definition is a little closer. Aquarionics will never get anything that I wouldn’t want my mum to read, simply because my mum reads it 🙂

I know several people who keep semi-private diaries. In the OpenDiary sense, this means that the only people who can read it are other OD members or people given their own username/password for it. In the LiveJournal sense this means only people on their Friends list can read it. This idea is the central reason why I dislike LJ, the assumption that if you don’t have a LJ, you can’t be my real friend.

I still hate it, and hate the cliquism it generates, but I can now see the point of it. The central reason for me starting this weblog, back in early 2000, was to keep in touch with friends and family while I was at University. For a while, I had two journals, this – which was pretty damn personal – and an OpenDiary, which was for a specific level of personal posts I wanted to hide from a specific set of people. Natually this failed, and it just became a different diary (One of the many things I lost when my hard-drive was wiped a couple of weeks ago). Shit happened, as shit does, and I took it off OD completely when it threatened to hurt someone.

At that point, I decided upon the solution above, I will not put anything online I didn’t want the entire world to read, simply because the people I don’t want reading it might stumble on it if it’s just “not linked to by anyone”, or be looking over someone’s shoulder, or someone can’t see the harm in showing them, or, or…

My complete lack of faith in humanity in general to do what I want them to, really.

So I started to get annoyed when friend after friend got LiveJournals, and then made them private. I wouldn’t – and don’t – trust any volenteer maintained system with that kind of information on me. Credit-card details, maybe. Dirt, not. This is where I saw the line, and that is where it’s been for a while.

Recently though, I’ve seen a real reason for it, and it’s a real reason that annoys me. A few people that I know live lifestyles that some others disapprove of (This isn’t difficult. It’s hard to do anything anywhere without someone disliking your insulting predisposition to breath while doing it) and they have done so. Loudly. Insultingly, and in comments, of the “You’re making it up”, “You discust me” and other unhelpful comments. This falls short of the line as drawn above, it’s not something they don’t want the world to read – they couldn’t care less if the world knew – and there is an audience of people who follow their life via the diary, but the constant barrage of insults gets them down.

I still think that it should be possible to read a small-f friends LiveJournal when you are not a capital-f Friend in LiveJournal, by some kind of readers account thing, but LJ accounts are free, it might be worth getting one to follow my friends’ lives.

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Days of our lives

Tomorrow I, like Paul, am doing the Work From Home bit.

The reason for this is slightly simple, yet fun, and goes like this:

As previously mentioned, our kitchen was suffering a leaky ceiling, caused by the morons above our heads abstracting their washing machine into a pile of cash. Now, as every fairy baby knows, abstractions leak, and this abstraction of appliance into affluance was not an exception. The letting agents were let in, the plumbers plumbed, the evictors were victorious, and the leak in the ceiling was sealed. Next point was to be the easy bit, the insurance bods were called, took one look at the ceiling, muttered something about “policy excess” and left. It was to be fixed, we were told. Soon. They said.

Fast Forward a little, and you hit the couple of months when I have been spending metric walletloads on working in London without yet getting a full paycheck. Rent was therefore delayed, and said Letting Agents would not let up on attempting to get their cash, and I was so busy that the ceiling slipped my mind. This was a mistake, because when we noticed it a couple of weeks ago, we realised it was now significantly worse than it had been in May. The entire ceiling was, in fact, furry where the leak had been. This was not a nice, pleasant, ‘Oooh, strokable’ type of furry, either.

No. This was a full on “there are whole civilizations living upside down on your ceiling, mate” level of green fur. A quick call to Vanderpump & Wellbelove (Our letting agents, whose name I still cannot belive) said that yes, they were aware of this problem. Yes, they had told the landlord, but the landload a) lived in the states, and b) insisted on personally approving each and every cheque, instead of letting the property letting agents be agents for his let property. I quickly jumped to the conclusion that the reason he was delaying the cheque was because my rent was late, and so operations resumed when my rent was paid.

Ready? Because here’s the fun part. This morning, LoneCat noticed that the ceiling was dripping.

Do you know what that means, boys and girls? It means that the leaky pipe is still leaking, slowly. It means that it’s leaking within the boarded up, designed to be totally inaccessible without considerable effort flat upstairs and that the people who boarded up the flat didn’t turn the water off first.

I have now carefully stored everything I care about in the kitchen (Um, which is basically pol’s router and my teabag supply. Oh, and the Lean Mean Grilling Machine which I’ll rave about sometime, it really is cool) in secure places so they probably won’t be destroyed if the ceiling collapses, and tomorrow morning I will go shout at someone to get a move on, before they have to pay us relocation benefits.

In other news, I’m looking for a new bank, and Smile seem to be a good choice. They are internet based, owned by a company that isn’t going to vanish tomorrow morning, and whilst they don’t support Mozilla fully, they do at least recognise it exists, and provide workarounds for using it, so we can see how far that goes.

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Right now, I’m really fed up with banks. Also with subcontractors, and with railways. The third is a standard complaint, the first and second I can’t talk about.

Currently, the major focus is Process. This means I’m moving stuff away from the AOLServer over Win2k at work, and onto Gabriel, the freshly installed debian box running apache. I’m moving our issue tracking from sending emails and into Bugzilla, and I’m moving our wiki away from wikit (Written in TCL, for which I prejustise against it) and into AqWiki – which now has calendar and search features, and will thus suffer a proper release soon.

Writing. AqWiki was built so I could create an encyclopaedia of my fictional worlds, and do the outline. This has worked, and the fact that most of the previous writing on it has now gone down the tube (Thanks to my hard-drive crash) is probably a good thing, as it means I start again with the new people.

On that note, I’m looking for a new bank. One that doesn’t charge me for a) going overdrawn, b) being overdrawn, and then c) remaining overdrawn for ten minutes.

Imported From Epistula music

Lord of the Rhymes

The Lords of the Rhymes first single, also called Lords of the Rhymes

The website has a video.

Watch. Listen. Learn. Fear.

Imported From Epistula MLP Projects

Goin Underground