technonaturalist

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4yo likes experimenting in all media. Recently I let her have a go with Pixelmator and my Cintiq. This is what she came up with.

Now I have to go to Carousel to get her more paints and a canbus.

So. At work we’ve switched from using svn to git (and GitHub).

Difference: decentralised, therefore “commit” commits it to the local repo rather than the remote/centralised one, and you have to “commit” then “push” to the remote.

Problem: .gitignore was not gitignoring some files (settings.php and .htaccess which I had to change to make it work on my local) which it was supposed to be gitignoring.

Solution as per RobWilkerson.org:

Do: git status which should spit up a list of modified files since lasy commit/sync/something (shut up I’m still working git out ;)

I’ve had several.

Simultaneously, I’ve had several thoughts on which way this post was going to go. Originally I was going to go along the vein of a blog post from Zauber Paracelsus (which outlines the “nymwars” debacle to the date of that post, people embarking on “Project DeGooglefy” and alternatives to Google services).

Then I was going to do something or other about G+ and Facebook and problems with centralised social networks.

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Since I first got together with JJ, I have heard stories of the farm which has been in his family for generations (or at least, his grandparents ran it, and it’s now owned and operated by his uncles and their family). It has a name but is just referred to “The Farm”.

For the last seven years, JJ has told me he will take me to “The Farm”. For various reasons, we never quite got there.

3d-fyn wonders what in the hell is going on and what we’re getting ourselves into :)

I’m quite pleased with how my rig is turning out. Little niggly fine tuning things on the arms, but I (finally, because I iz slow) worked out that I should turn off the heading and pitch channels on the shoulder and use the collarbone to control those, and point the elbow with the shoulder’s bank channel.

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A friend introduced the kids to the My Little Pony remake some time ago and with the starting of this blog post this song stuck in my brain (had no help whatsoever from the kids watching it a few times ;).

So I’m a bit late for “tomorrow spring is here”, we’re about halfway through the first month of spring as humans like to count it. I think spring came a bit earlier than September. As far as I’m concerned it’s spring when the weather and the flowers say it’s spring.

Following on from hiding unwanted elements in comment forms, I found this tip on one of the many threads in Drupal of people trying to hide the pesky formatting guidelines and came up with:

template.php

<?php
  function [theme_name]_form_comment_form_alter(&$form, &$form_state, $form_id)
  {
    $form['comment_body']['#after_build'][] = 'remove_tips';
  }
  
  function remove_tips(&$form)
  {
    unset($form['und'][0]['format']['guidelines']);
    unset($form['und'][0]['format']['help']);
    return $form;
  }
?>

That gets rid of everything but the fieldset container and for the roles that can use multiple text formats, the select box (the “Text format” label can be easily removed with $form['und'][0]['format']['format']['#title'] = ''; in the comment_form_alter).

Here was supposed to be yet another whingepost about how I’m doing everything wrong and there is now nothing that I “can” drop. So I’m going to see if I can somehow write myself into doing “it” right.

The computer room is a f***ing mess

There is more crap than there should be on the desk. Most of it is paper that needs to be filed or recycled, and I have just been too damn lazy to process them into the appropriate location.

This time for the arm rigs.

Last night’s bizarro dream is probably going to prompt interpretations of changing points of view or something to that effect. It was my first thought when I finally managed to peel my eyes open this morning.

I was in what appears to be my room at Crazy Dog House (big room, always same layout, sometimes differently decorated, though the bed appears built in or extremely heavy as it doesn’t appear to move or change), I found some old contacts (which I have never owned never mind seen before) in crazy colours. I got it into my head to try them on.