mahiwaga

I’ve been saying it all along, but a revolution is at hand. “Wi-fi hits the spot / Businesses find wireless Internet connection entices customers to stay and pay a little longer”.

I built a seriously kludgy plug-in http_get, which, in conjunction with my interpolate_pseudoxml plugin or Rael Dornfest’s interpolate_fancy plugin, allows you to pull in the contents of an arbitrary remote URI, provided that you have the libperl-www module installed on your webhost.

What I am using it for is so I can call blosxom.cgi recursively, using a flavour (and the foreshortened plugin) to build the “last 5” text box on the left side. I know there is a better, more efficient way to do this, but I really didn’t want to screw with another plugin and slog through whatever syntax their author’s came up with. (No offense, guys. I’m just a control freak like that.)

Consequently, it takes forever to load my blog on my iBook. I’m hoping that my webhost won’t suffer as much. Of course, this means every request to my blog results in 2 request to the webserver. Eek.

People search for the most interesting things and end up finding my blog somewhere down there deep in the recesses of Google’s soul. (I have a disturbing feeling that we are accidentally building an AI here, but enough tin-foil-hat conspiracy theories.)

Some one was looking for “med school fear of blood desensitize” and wound up at this old entry.

The poor bastard. Don’t worry, I still get vasovagal when I see my own blood. I remember the first C-section I scrubbed in on, I got a little woozy. It’s been a while since I’ve seen liters of blood just gush out like that. I don’t think I ever saw a trauma that bloody. I don’t think I’ve seen a ruptured liver that bloody.

I hate blood. And yet, I insist on doing a hematology rotation. How ironic.

Heh. My blog actually has visitors from real people now instead of just bots and spiders. Cool. (At least I think they’re real people. Ggod only knows how many AI are actually loose on the Net, a la Agent Smith of the Matrix.)

Empty

Hmmm. Is it the fact that I have moved to a known blogging tool, and am no longer serving up my home-brewed mix? Or is it the fact that I decided to karma-whore myself and advertise myself on Blogarama, on Blogwise, and on weblogs.com? OK. That was a rhetorical question. You don’t really need to answer that. (I’d go into the etymology of the word “karma-whore” but I’m too tired right now. Just go post on Slashdot for a while. Eventually we geeks all learn.)

Dude Research

OK fine. I am a whore. So sue me. (Although, technically, I’m not a whore since I haven’t been paid any money. Does anyone else remember that little chestnut? The difference between a whore and a ho? The latter does the same things, only they don’t get paid. No? OK. Maybe I made that up. These voices in my head really should just shut-up. Kidding. Kidding.)

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