Yes, cls.blog has RSS

Posted in personal on June 29th, 2004 by r3v

I’ve been prodded by a couple of folks to get an RSS feed for my blog, but while I knew Blosxom spoke RSS I never really looked into it. Well, after the WWDC announcement that Tiger Safari is going to include an RSS Reader, I decided I’d sort out how to view my blog as RSS. Yeah, turns out it’s really simple, but not perfect. All it entails is passing the blosxom script a flavor type of “rss”.

feed://www.the-cantina.com/cgi-bin/blosxom.cgi?flav=rss (using a feed:// URL scheme because thats what Safari uses. I dunno what yer supposed to use with external readers.)

So, I verifed that this works with Tiger Safari (ok, is it just me or does that sound a little um… corny?) as expected. The My Yahoo builtin RSS reader also parses it fine. Someone with a real RSS reader tell me if it works as expected. I appear to be to lazy to check right now… but I may get around to it someday. (Unless we ship Tiger first…)

My version of Blosxom (ok, I am behind on updating) has date/timestamp issues. Every article appears to have been written at the same time (date of the last post). Gotta look into if the newer versions fix that.

Gotta Love My Company

Posted in Apple on June 29th, 2004 by r3v

So, WWDC has been kicked off with our preview of Tiger (amongs other things, of course). The best thing is all the banners poking fun at Microsoft. Gizmodo has a good post about it.

Looking forward to hangin’ with the out-of-towners at the WWDC Bash later this week.

"Ah Fuckin’…"

Posted in misc on June 11th, 2004 by r3v

That’s about how much I got out before impact.

I’m ok. (So’s the ’stang.) I’m still tense as all hell and a wee bit angry though. I just got into a car accident on my evening commute home. Hmm. I don’t like that phrasing. “Got into” implies that it was either my fault and I don’t wanna say it, or it was one of those no-fault happenings where no-one is to blame. No, let me rephrase it: Some dumbass motherfucker hit me on the way home.

Traffic on 85 was moving along at about 65mph and was fairly thick. Middle of rush hour(s) and all that. Suddenly, my lane (#2) is filled with brakelights. I realize that, just like the guy in front of me, I need to brake fairly hard. So, I start to do so and check lanes on either side of me to see if I’ll be able to change lanes in case I need to. No luck, we’re the only lane slowing down and traffic is thick.

So, I check my rearview mirror because I like to know before hand if I am bout to get royally fucked. What do I see?

An SUV which does not appear to be slowing down. Additionally, I note that instead of the worried face of it’s driver, I’m seeing the side of some guy’s head. That’s just not what you want to see in that situation.

“Ah fuckin’…”
<BANG!>

“…bloody hell!”

I did the best I could to avoid hitting the guy in front of me (I hope that guy goes home and hoists a beer in my honor or something) and then we made our way over to the side of the freeway.

I sit in the car for a moment to take stock. I feel ok. The car feels ok. iPod is still in it’s cradle… but slightly off kilter. The other driver is already approaching my car. Probably concerned about whether he just injured someone. I straighten up r3vp0d2, turn off the car and get out.

The first thing I notice is a loud hissing sound… it’s hard to hide my elation when I note that it’s coming from the SUV’s radiator and not my car. Truth be told, my Mustang held up really well considering the force of the impact. Only a couple of dents and scrapes. The Xterra’s front bumper and grill were all bashed in though and it was quite obvious that the radiator was very, very unhappy. There was so much fluid under the Nissan that it looked like it wet itself.

At any rate, as I said. I’m ok. The Mustang is ok, despite some needed bodywork now. The other driver is also ok, if not a bit stupid. I got all his info and will be making phone calls int he morning. In the meantime, I have a much deserved beer in hand, as well as a girlfriend and a pizza on the way. Things are lookin’ up.

The moral of the story is: My Mustang’s Ass > Your Xterra’s Nose

…oh, and watch where yer fucking going.