Reading an article about Tiger, I realize that when I modify the Gayattitude website I’m like Steve Jobs deciding for each OS X updates of modifications he’ll impose on millions of users, like it or leave it (except I’m Steve and his engineers at the same time — and as a reasult it’s a much, much slower process). Maybe I should name the next version Gayattitude X. What, delusion of grandeur?

Popgadget - Good/Bad Mail Organizer

Minor update of the homepage so the last column could move up a bit, because I couldn’t help but add a new gadget — a mix of moodlog and minilog (also available as RSS). I guess after I removed the guestlog my site’s structure had gotten too normal for my taste.

(Actually, it’s inspired by the sidebar item in which a blogger counted his daily push-ups — but it looks like he quit sport since I stopped reading him.)

I waited almost a week before I stopped counting, and there we are. Seventy clicks. Seventy human beings among a few thousands visitors. Now don’t come and ask me why I despise you all.

Funny how nothing seems to motivate me more to post than reminding myself how the majority of my readers are assholes. (More about that later — I’m still giving you the weekend, as benefit of the doubt.)

Not that I want to improve my blog’s quality in order to attract a better crowd, just that I don’t give a damn how good what I post is, since you deserve the worst. (With exceptions, of course, as implied by the use of the word “majority”, as opposed to a distinct minority.) And, as a consequence, the quality improves, just because I don’t care.

Which, basically, is the concept of shyness. Fuck.

Navirisme : le fait de poster nawak dans son blog longtemps après la tombée de la nuit, alors qu’on ferait mieux de se coucher mais qu’on n’en a pas envie, et qu’il n’y a plus personne à qui raconter nawak sur ICQ. Souvent chronique, se manifeste par des crises épisodiques, dont les causes de déclenchement sont diverses et encore mal connues.

Double navirisme couché retourné : le fait de supprimer à la première heure, le lendemain matin, les articles postés sous le coup du navirisme. Variante jusqu’au-boutiste, moins répandue, rendue obsolète par les progrès technologiques (voir RSS).

Navirisme récursif : le fait de poster une définition du navirisme dans son blog longtemps après la tombée de la nuit, alors qu’on ferait mieux de se coucher mais qu’on n’en a pas envie, et qu’il n’y a plus personne à qui raconter nawak sur ICQ. Variante rare.

A propos of nothing, advice for neophyte bloggers: Never mention your biological troubles, no matter how benign, in your blog. You don’t want to find out through a comment, lost among the usual dozens of inside jokes and insults, that your last three posts, put together, indicate you’re going to die of cancer within three weeks.

(I watch Scrubs too much. Actually, two episodes per day, five days a week, is indeed way too much to really enjoy it. Damn those French networks.)

I thought that, as I started exercise again, it’d make me so hungry I’d eat as much as four people (I already eat as much as two, according to the packagings, but that might be because I buy my food in the small dogs aisle) and it’d cancel out my effort, but the opposite is happening: I’m less hungry than before. As if, instead of burning my fat, my abs were pushing toward the inside and taking my stomach’s space. But it’s the result that counts (well, of course, it’s not quite visible from the outside yet, because before I lose the fat I have to reconstruct some of the muscle), and the outlook is better now that I can do a 45-minute routine without articulatory pains.

On the other hand, I find myself almost unable to get back to reading. Which, now that I think of it, could very well be related: maybe all my brain cells fell down to the abs and thighs. (At least those that were left after the great puberty exodus.) And I’d been dreaming of a lobotomy for so long!

Or it’s just spring. Or depression. Or boredom. Or anxiety. Hey, yeah, I’ve got plenty of reasons to be anxious these days — and waiting for the new Macs to be announced is the most benign of all.

Comme du Ricqlès que j’aimais bien quand j’étais petit, mais en encore beaucoup mieux. Excellent.

I had forgotten how much trouble MSIE had dealing with mixing <table> and position: relative. Hence a slight modification of the layout. The comments counter will only be more readable this way. Rejoice.

Urk.

J’ai un gros Post-It juste devant mon écran pour me rappeler que Raphaël était dans En aparté hier et qu’il faut que je trouve une rediffusion.

Et je m’aperçois que j’ai laissé Opera sur la mauvaise page de mon calendrier, et que je suis en train de rater la rediffusion, juste à temps pour le voir choisir un disque de fin.

There it is! The blog uses the technique I mentioned earlier this week to embed the blog and snaplog thumbnails directly into the HTML. Magically, it just works, and a little bit of Javascript takes care of loading images the old way if you’re using Explorer.

I couldn’t tell whether it loads faster, but like I said it makes more sense and it’s more efficient, in my head, to include all the little images into the HTML rather than have dozens additional HTTP requests. I’m sure the idea of forcing image data onto blind, deaf and mute readers would irritate the standards people to no end, but Firefox tells me the modified home page now weighs 66KB (which is surprising, but maybe it’s the gzipped size), so I don’t consider myself guilty of any crime against accessibility.

I’ll have to think about adapting my system to the comment avatars (and, while I’m there, loading favicons when there’s no gravatar), but there’s no hurry.

P.S. Yes, when I reload the page to proof-read something I just posted, it’s definitely faster. No waiting for the new thumbnail to load after my server has thoroughly confirmed that every other one hasn’t been updated since the last time (yes, I configured my Firefox to check the cache’s validity every time a page is displayed — haven’t you?).

But if I’m back to the Mac mini square (because there’s nothing more gratifying than being… uh… reasonable… uh, right, yeah, sure^*), I’m also back to having to find a name for it. Bradshaw is only appropriate for a laptop (just watch a single episode of the show to understand why) and I still think Dalloway is too high-end for a mini. But how am I going to name it?

^*: Can you tell that, as I was writing that, I began wanting to buy an iMac again, and screw being reasonable? Arrrrghhh, damnit, I’ll never manage to make up my mind! I’m gonna spend three days writing and signing and tearing out checks, until the exhaustion gets the better of me and I order a Dell.

Huh? My daily stats have almost doubled yesterday. Did everyone test my layout on different browsers? It can’t be all my feed subscribers coming to see how I changed the layout — it never happened before and I would have had more comments anyway. So what could it ever be?

Cette nuit (au moment où l’onduleur s’est mis à bipper pour me réveiller parce que, printemps oblige, le courant se remet à sauter sans raison, toujours la nuit, et c’est toujours moi qui dois me lever pour m’en occuper) je rêve du vietnamien de ma promo (mignon, forcément, et dire qu’on a partagé une famille d’accueil, et donc une chambre, dans la banlieue de Londres, tiens, je ne me rappelle plus si j’avais le lit du haut ou du bas, so close and yet so far away), et à peine fini mon petit-déjeuner (trois kilos de penne au blé complet) voilà que M. me demande si je connais Monsieur Lâm.

C’est un signe.

Un signe de quoi, je n’en ai aucune idée, mais c’est un signe, fatalement.

Well… considering an iBook isn’t really reasonable because it’s expensive for what it is, and I like having a lot of pixel space, and if one day I have a real use for a laptop I’ll also be able to afford a larger one… and considering the next iMac revision won’t mow the lawn or have an attached robotic arm to hold my Coke cans… would a Mac mini 1.25 GHz with 512 MB of RAM work if I only want to have Mail, iChat, iCal and a browser running simultaneously?

Damn, two more weeks to wait.

Out with the guestlog, because it was useless and messy, plus other miscellaneous adjustments.

Not quite finished, but I’ve got to wash my dishes now but right now Scrubs is on.

In case you’ve lost the links to the comments, it’s on the upper left corner of the thumbnails, like on the snaplog.

— t’as pas aimé ?

— Bof. Y’a les mêmes trucs qui me gonflent quand il devient sérieux sur son blog. Quand il est drôle il est très drôle, mais quand il est sérieux je le trouve lourd, chiant et… euh… self-indulgent, je me rappelle jamais le mot français.

— suffisant ?

— Non non. (Ca m’énerve, parce que justement il y a quelques jours à la télé quelqu’un a utilisé un mot et je me suis dit “ah, tiens, c’est une super traduction pour self-indulgent, j’espère que je la retiendrai”. Ben, visiblement, non, ça rentre pas.)

The summer sun is back. And, with it, the awakenings at ten thirty in the morning because I’m cooking in my bed, and every object overheating in my room, and the reflections making my computer screens all but unreadable until 4pm. Yeepee, right ?

Comment SVM peut-il oser sortir un hors-série sur les blogs (bien didactique et sans grosse connerie) sans la moindre mention de Garoo ni même d’aucun de ses enfants ? C’est pas sérieux, c’est pas du boulot… ça ne peut même être que de l’homophobie !

Oh my God, I’ve got worms. My computer lags, I run the task manager, sort by CPU use, and there it is: csrss.exe, a Windows system file whose name is also used by various worms. But how could I ever be contaminated? I don’t run Outlook, I don’t run Explorer (except for the major French gay chatroom, but, well, you gotta do what you gotta do), I don’t run the executable files my mother sends me… a worm? Me? Let’s see… csrss.exe, the Windows system file, has to do with display, but Photoshop is iconized, DScaler is paused, no graphics application is working, and anyway I didn’t start anything out of the ordinary yet I’ve never noticed this filename in my task manager, something’s very wrong. I open secuser.com, right click, “View This Page in IE”, and why are there so many uppercase initials in Firefox, I do realize I shouldn’t really trust a web antivirus my parents recommended but I haven’t got anything better, I start the online check, guess I’ll have to be patient now. But, still, how could I get a worm? Back to Google, looks like there’s half a dozen worms using this name so they’re automatically “protected” by the Windows task manager,but, come on, how could I ever get one? No, really, nothing could justify a display-related system file eating up 30% of my CPU time, and with all that processing power how many infected emails could I have sent before I noticed? Let’s close everything graphical just in case, but it won’t help. Oh, the Matrox PowerDesk driver’s zoom, that enlarges part of my display onto the third monitor, is activated, I’ll start with it. It shouldn’t take any CPU power, should just be managed by the video card, can’t be it. Ctrl-Shift-minus. Oh well, that was it.

Good books, I keep for myself and recommend on my blog so you give their authors some money; bad books, I give away around me, setting them free, in hope they’ll find happiness in a loving home. Who will adopt the crappy books I couldn’t be bothered to read all the way to the last page?

(It’s only a rhetorical question — I’m not looking for foster homes, I already have my people.)

Quarante-cinq kilos d’eau gazeuse (ça me fait la semaine), un jeroboam de whisky (pas pour moi) et de la litière (pas pour moi, non plus), pas étonnant que le caissier se soit mis à me draguer.

“Un homme qui fait ses courses seul… c’est pas courant…” (Une chance que les hypermarchés ne soient pas à ciel ouvert, il m’aurait parlé du temps.) Ben tiens, surtout un samedi soir, avec les hordes de breeders qui n’ont pas eu le courage de laisser leurs rejetons dans la mangeoire des cochons pour aller au Leclerc (ça a un nom spéficique, la mangeoire des cochons, non ? flemme de chercher)… non, c’est vrai, ici, c’est pas courant, tu devrais essayer le Marais — ou, de façon générale, le monde civilisé.

Et vu que pour la région je suis limite dans les bien foutus…

I’m a bit late for Easter eggs (well, not by much though), so I’ll bundle it with April’s Fools day: the first person to find the April fish (that’s the French tradition for April 1st) hidden somewhere on the site gets… well, he’ll know just when he finds it. (Yeah, better be a ‘he’.)