Journal of Tormod Haugen

That’s me. REALLY bad at blogging. Well, at least it didn’t go a year since last post.

I can only say; don’t make too many promises. I said I should blog a it more yesterday - but reality has made it so that my only working computer at home is my Aspire One, and the time I had set off for blogging and fixing up a theme download went into a drain marked “fix desktop computer”. Will be back.

Every year the Norwegian phone register (white and yellow pages) are mailed out to all addresses in our tall country. This is 9.2 metric tons of paper, wrapped in plastic. We now have the ability to reserve ourself against this - and if you can’t be bothered; please remove the plastic before dropping 1.35 kilograms of paper into the recycling bin. Because, as we all know, plastic has nothing to do in the paper recycling plants…

I’m leaving Facebook. If you noticed I were gone, that’s why.

When Opera released a version of their browser with mouse gestures, I were hooked. Immediately. I’d repeatedly try and use mouse gestures in word documents, explorer windows, you name it. Later, when I switched to Firefox (out of unspecified reasons - I really can’t remember why) I quickly dug up an extension to feed my craving.

Just now a co-worker of mine, Bernhard, pointed me in the direction of StrokeIt. He did so under promise of violence and apocalypse after I saw him use mouse gestures in Windows. StrokeIt is a configurable gesture recognition program - that works out of the box. To get it to work with a new program, just add or edit an window identifier, then drag the finder over the application’s window. This probably need to be done if you’re using Firefox.

I signed on to a internet reseach panel, agreeing to answer questions for small change… (aside: actually, I am a member of a couple of internet panels, having the time, wanting to be part of ‘the voice’, and preferring that to getting phone calls).

Anyway; I did, upon signing up, fill in quite a bit information about myself. You know, so they can target the quizzes. Among other questions, I told them, no - I don’t have pets.

A bit later, I got an email telling me there was a quiz they wanted me to take. First question…

Quiz: Do you have any pets?
Me: No.
Quiz: Sorry, you are not in the target group for this quiz.

Why the [insert choice words here] don’t they use the information they asked for for this situation?!

I just passed by a javascript that set my mind spinning (sorry). Google up an image search, or view any other page with a couple of images on. Then cut-and-paste the code below into the address bar of your browser and execute.


javascript:R=0; x1=.1; y1=.05; x2=.25; y2=.24; x3=1.6; y3=.24; x4=300; y4=200; x5=300; y5=200; DI=document.images; DIL=DI.length; function A(){for(i=0; i< DIL; i++){DIS=DI[ i ].style; DIS.position='absolute'; DIS.left=Math.sin(R*x1+i*x2+x3)*x4+x5; DIS.top=Math.cos(R*y1+i*y2+y3)*y4+y5}R++}setInterval('A()',5 ); void(0)


Seeing as it is lunch now, I figured I could manage a quick post. In case anyone really wants to have a look at my older posts, they are still available on the ‘net.

The big, old, lumbering thing of rants and short, contentless posts still lives at boblycat, but has had a small change in the URI. The old permalinks aren’t. Newer posts, in a wider definition of new is located at my LiveJournal account. I’m not sure if I will update it any more, but time will tell. Or probably won’t.