Smallhouse Log

Tuesday, Twenty-first week after Pentecost

By Hooker's translation:

Christian: "Sooner or later."
Cyrano: "True... that is true... soon or late, it will be so, because you are young and she is beautiful-"
Cyrano, aside: "Since it must be, I had rather be myself the cause of... what must be."

Thursday

Ok, so some problems with the full-content feed have arisen, mostly due to the fact that I don't actually know RSS. I may have fixed it. This post is a feeble attempt to see if I have, honestly. Don't hate me.

Not that there's nothing interesting to write about. As a matter of fact, we finally got a cat, a kitten. We named her (as though it matters with a cat) Shurpak, which I can't actually spell. She was a extremely shy for the first day and a half, which is understandable, since she just got spayed. Understandable, but frustrating, since she crawled behind the stove, through a hole in the drywall next to the gas line, and behind a couple studs. Fortunately, we were able to extricate her through an existing hole in the back of one of the cupboards, but it left all three of us grumpy and covered in dust. Since then, she also managed to get herself stuck in the gears of the fold-out couch. Twice. She also climbed into the undercarriage of another chair. But now all the holes are patched, she's learned to avoid the underside of the couch, and is starting to act like a normal cat, id est, climbing on top of things more than hiding in the smallest place she can find.

Which is good, because that couch is really heavy.

Twentieth Sunday after Pentecost

I am a stew-making fool, and it's a good thing, too, since I am also a stew-devouring fool. Those two activities have consumed what some might consider a disproportionally large amount of my weekend. I regret nothing.

But as fun as making two large batches of stew was, and as much fun as playing Portal was (If you are unfamiliar with Portal, watch the trailer. You will be entertained.), the highlight of my weekend was going downtown for the bonfire. Somewhere in the center of the city, there's a giant vacant lot. A giant vacant lot that lends itself well to bonfires. The bonfire lent itself well to shooting off fireworks, hanging out with old friends, meeting new people, et cetera. Good times.

We even had a limbo competition.

Saturday

So I was attacked the other day while riding my bike. A woman was crossing the street in front of me, and she hollers at me, "Want me to blow up your bike?"

"Does she mean my tires? Or does she mean, like, explode?" Considering the various options, I remained silent.

As I continue to approach, again she asks, "Want me to blow up your bike?"

"No, I'm fine," I finally reply as I start to pass her.

"I'll rip your head off!" she yells as she lunges at me, grabbing at my neck. Too alarmed to do anything else, I kept pedaling away. Thankfully, she lost her grip on my hood, and I made good my escape.

So the moral of the story is.... uh, maybe swerve to avoid crazy people? I don't know. I just thought the occurrence was interesting.

Friday

The vote has been tallied! And thus there are now two three feeds on Smallhouse:

I hope that satisfies people's needs. I intend to add some sore of sidebar with this information as well.

As a personal opinion, if anyone out there doesn't use any sort of feed reader, it's worth the small time investment to start. All blogger blogs, all livejournal journals, mainline newspapers, most webcomics, and any independent website worth its salt will have at least one feed you can subscribe to, informing you of, or directly providing you with, any new content on that site. Doesn't that sound nice? I use Google Reader and Google Homepage myself, but there are many other options. Some browsers even have built-in feed reading functionality. Even more browsers support feed auto-detection. See a little icon on the right end of your address bar? That means this website has an associated feed (in this case, the Smallhouse update feed, not the full-content log feed). Isn't technology wonderful?

Consider yourself inform'd!

Monday
"You look, ah.... you look like Roosevelt." -Big Knees, 09/20/2007

So. I suppose what I wrote yesterday wasn't terribly coherent for some of you. But here's the skinny: I spent a good deal of my free time this weekend using my new skills to greatly simplify the posting process for me, and to implement a comment system that doesn't depend on anything outside of Smallhouse. I hope to continue to improve on this new system, but I've tested it pretty solidly and I'm confident that it's in good running order.

Now, a question for those of you who use feed readers: Do you want full-content feeds, or partial-content feeds? I know I vastly prefer partial-content feeds myself, but I'm not really the one this feed is for. I could also create a second feed, and have one of each kind. Opinions?

Nineteenth Sunday after Pentecost

This is the first post using the new system. I'm pretty psyched. I just hope it worked. You should totally submit a comment, because I programmed all this myself.

Do it. Seriously.

Seriously.