For this reason alone, I would like to have goats!
There’s a neat place in Tiger, GA called ‘Goats On The Roof’ that has… well, goats on the roof (website). I’ve not been there, but Cindy has (and brought back a T-shirt!).
I’ve never owned goats, never been around goats, and never eaten a goat. But they seem like interesting animals, and they’re good for keeping the grass cropped. There are, in fact, companies that rent out goats for grass cutting. Google uses them, and they made the news a while back (sorry, no link).
We’ve got 2.2 acres, and we’re not in a sub-division. I’m pretty sure we’re zoned for goats, since other people have some, along with chickens and cows. But our property is rather hilly, and very difficult to fence. So I guess I won’t have goats, or a goat tower, until we move to 500 acres in the country (right after we win the lottery)…
After having a fair amount of frustration trying to install Lucene from the installation guide provided on the MediaWiki pages, I documented what I had to go through to get it running. I believe this represents a better installation process than the documentation currently available.
It’s available here.
Gizmodo has an excellent collection of photos of Endeavor, including the one above of Endeavour on its 747 transport.
An interesting collection of painted hands. I especially like this one and the giraffe.
Too cute!
I’ve been using Google’s GMail for a long time, and it’s become my primary mail client for both work and home. One of the things I got tired of was clicking a ‘mailto:’ link somewhere on a web page and having Outlook open up. I finally got annoyed enough to do some searching, and found this nifty little program called gAttach!.
It’s a small application that installs itself as the system mail handler. When a ‘mailto:’ link is clicked, it launches, logs into GMail (or optionally assumes that you already are), and creates an entry in your Drafts folder with the email address, and, if present in the ‘mailto:’ link, the subject.
It’s not quite *exactly* what I want, as I would prefer that focus then be switched to the browser and GMail tab, with the cursor positioned so I can start typing in the body. This may not be possible, I don’t know.
But in any case, it’s far better than launching an un-configured version of Microsoft Abortion. Er, I mean, Outlook.
[gAttach!]
From Gizmodo…
According to one of the comments:
This was a publicity stunt for Leb Heir hydraulics, showing the strength of their retrofitted system.
The tower was made for it, as was the quick connect where the bucket is, there was also another quick connect on the body of the excavator that allowed it to anchor to the tower.
I can only conclude that the driver must be totally bats**t whacko.
The other day I had an urge to buy bananas. I enjoy them, but rarely buy them, since they often end up going bad before I get around to eating them. This is mostly because I forget they are there.
But the other day I gave in to my urge, probably because I went grocery shopping while I was hungry (which is never a good idea).
Naturally, the bananas started going bad. Then I had an epiphany. “I should make banana bread!” I said to myself.
So I did, with this recipe.
The bread turned out most excellent, in spite of sticking slightly to the non-stick pan.
If you’re looking for a banana bread recipe, I highly recommend this one.
Wonderful video of a Japanese zoo preparing for a rhino escape. Watching it without sound makes it even funnier.
From Fox News:
The socialite turned reality star is afraid that when she takes her journey to the final frontier, she might not return for 10,000 years.
“I’m very scared about it,” Hilton said. “What if I don’t come back? With the whole light years thing, what if I come back 10,000 years later, and everyone I know is dead? I’ll be like, ‘Great. Now I have to start all over.’
It’s hard to imagine that even someone as goofy and isolated from reality as Paris could come up with something like this. This is not someone taking a spaceflight because it’s in the name of science, fulfillment of a lifelong dream, or anything like that. It’s someone doing it because everyone else is, and she’s got the cash to say “I’m as cool as they are, even though I’m a poser.”
I can only dream of what it must be like to be born into so much money I never have to think for myself.