Better than anything I ever came up with...

From The Wiki Way:

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect all the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

I wonder if similar ditties could be composed for other languages?

Cheers...

A well spent day...

Except for the part where I laid down about 3500 words on phosphor and the complaint there lies with the time invested, and if truth be told, there's not that much for me to complain about, considering the payday down the road.

The day started with a breakfast at the Pagosa Lodge with us and the kids. (Drew wanted to get an early start to the day... up on the mountain.) It was a nice time, though the fried potatoes did look yummy. I drank way too much coffee, and we talked a lot about the store and what we could do to make the store more profitable.

Most recently, I did a little tuning work with my streamlined wiki (the small one from The Wiki Way and streamlined a bit for the Zaurus in zwiki). The point of the tuning involved creating a simple page that I could enter health information on (BP, etc.) and have it saved automatically to my daily files (which I've implemented) and a general file (on my TBD list for later).

I don't want to do anything more tonight, and I figure I ought to be able to do invoices tomorrow morning (it shouldn't take that long, and I should probably time myself, to get a better idea of what the time-consuming portions of the process are). While I love to submit invoices (and even better, to be paid what I'm invoicing), the preparation of those selfsame invoices sometimes takes my breath away.

Time to call an end to the day. I feel a need to give someone a foot rub; I think I'll go upstairs to scout out a volunteer.

Cheers...

The old French '75!

The second post in my LiveJournal "career" was a paean to the late Jean Shepherd, night person and raconteur extraordinaire during my formative years. While in Houston, I noted that CDs filled with MP3s of old Shepherd shows were being sold on eBay for a song, and bought one. I listened to the first file last night, a show from November 1969.

The quality of the sound was, frankly, poor (it reminded me of my first transistor radio), but the very fact that Shepherd could not possibly have spoken too often of the "French 75" in his monologues - and the way he speaks of it! - makes me almost certain that I heard this show when it was first broadcast oh, so many moons ago.

I think I've written of this cocktail before, the details of which escape me at the moment (champagne with gin, if memory serves), but the reason the "75" holds the special place it does in my heart is because of Shep, whose description may have been off-the-cuff and inaccurate, but very convincing!

I am going to go slowly through these files. I'm sure there's more golden moments to be found.

Cheers...