Y.A.L.P.

I had a definite plan this morning to do a little geohashing and see who showed up at the local meeting. Too bad the algorithm would have put me in the Atlantic Ocean off the South Shore. Maybe tomorrow it’ll be on land–easy enough to calculate with the online reference implementation.

Actually, if I had access to an ocean-worthy boat, how cool (for some extremely geeky values of cool) would it be to head out to those coordinates and actually meet up with someone there?

So seriously, why has the DNC not taken out an injunction to prevent Lieberman from pretending to be a Democrat (even an “Independent Democrat”)? Did you see that OpEd? Yeah, OK, so it’s pretty much Joe announcing that he’s willing to run in the second spot on a McCain ticket. (Actually, I kind of hope McCain takes Joe, since polling shows Obama/Edwards would crush McCain/Lieberman in a landslide.)

While I’m talking US Elections, I would be remiss if I didn’t include this little video from The Real McCain:

You know, the more I read about Disney behind-the-scenes–like the piece today about life as a Jack Sparrow–the more it seems like a completely weird dysfunctional little world that is completely disjoint from reality. Which, I guess, makes sense.

“WARNING: This movie is set in a magical land with soaring dragons, powerful, reality-warping wizards and people who can wear hooded cloaks without looking like complete dorks. None of these things exist in real life.”

Surely there’s a variant of this that could be included in convention literature? (I wonder if there will be a run on Indy fedoras among the general public, though. Surely there’s a backlash effect where the fan-nerds destroy any cool. I probably still have five more years before I can get my black leather trench coat out of the closet–damn Matrix movies.)

Normally when I get to the end of a beard cycle and have to shave it all off, I like to experiment with different facial hair styles. Apparently there are more of these than I thought. I know now that, for example, Neil was sporting the Old Dutch last night, and that Eric has been rocking the Ducktail for a while. I am sorely tempted to try out the Franz Josef next week.

Speaking of my pal Neil, I should point out that “simulating sexual intercourse” with a parked car is apparently an offense in some jurisdictions. I would worry about Neil’s continued freedom given this, except that I see that he apparently robbed a bank last week, which probably constitutes a more pressing danger of imprisonment. (I guess that explains the Old Dutch–he’s trying to look less like the photo.)