A cotton scarf by any other name…

I found this link in my Gmail web clip queue. I thought to myself, hm, this scarf looks an awful lot like another scarf I’ve seen.

It’s a jersey knit scarf. T-shirt material. 15$ or 85$. You tell me.

Not to mention the fact that American Apparel sells 35$ t-shirts. And even they sell the scarves for that much cheaper. They come in a three-pack for less than half the price of one of the more expensive ones.

Not only that, American Apparel scarf comes with a video. Showing different ways to wear the scarf. A scarf with an instructional video. A modular scarf. Awesome.

Hornet in bed.

The cat was in my room last night. She’s not supposed to be there, my allergies have gotten bad enough that any fur on the bed can aggravate it quite severely. But, she manages to get under the bed, far out of reach, and wait it out until long after the door has been closed and then make her way around the room causing all sorts of annoying trouble, most of which involves making as much noise as possible.

Last night, she found something fun to toss around and chucked it up onto the bed, which if course woke me up. She dashed off before I was able to catch her, but she woke me up enough that I decided on a visit to the loo. While within, I felt something on my arm and brushed it off. It fluttered across the room and started drunkenly walking it’s yellow and black striped butt up the door.

Given the situation, I had to sit and watch it for a couple of minutes. A harrowing couple of minutes hoping the thing would continue it’s slow wobbly trek to the ceiling.

It did, I found a box to smack it, everything was well again.

However, I then spent next 4 hours convinced that any little irritation on my skin was another hornet. Good times.

iPhone fu: This is ridiculous, but here’s how to do it.

I’m not sure how many of you have iPhones and of that group how many of you use the calendars. The iPhone arbitrarily chooses between one of five colours to identify each calendar in the application when syncing. There is only one way to work around this, as far as I have managed to determine yet anyway.

Sync the calendars one at a time in order of the choices of the iCal app on the phone. i.e. Choose the first one, sync. Then choose the second one, sync. Etc.

The magic order is: red, orange, blue, green, purple.

I had to create an empty “Hold” calendar to take up one of the early colours because I use blue and green for my primary calendars and don’t want to sync extraneous calendars to the phone just so I can use the correct colours for those two.

The colours repeat when you’re done as far as I know. So if it’s absolutely necessary and you will end up with repeat colours anyway, plan ahead and sync in order.

Once the original individual syncing process is complete, it will retain the colours.

Important note: I did, however, figure out the annoying way, that if you unsync the first two with the idea of getting blue and green and only having two calendars on your phone… It’ll reassign the colours to red and orange.

The General Public: Discovering work-arounds for the iPhone’s short-comings one step at a time.

Follow your film.

I’m going through photos people have taken.

It doesn’t seem to be the case with random scenery photos, just when it’s more deliberate photos taken by the type of person who won’t walk anywhere without a camera in hand - it’s like following them, seeing the world through their eyes.

I’ve heard that from a few people about my shots. It’s just been a while since I’ve thought that about looking through photos belonging to someone else.

It’s time.

I’ve decided on a list of goals for the next couple of months.

- Work on learning Spanish and German.
- Work on learning Python and C#.
- Update my resume and get it posted.
- Continue eating healthier.

Continue as in I’ve already started eating healthier. And it’s happened for more than a couple of days in a row, so I might actually be getting somewhere with it.

Four different languages, two completely different contexts. Heh. I found that amusing.