On Thursday, myself and Nattie cooked up a mango curry which turned out to be really rather good. It is, for those who know what I mean, it is a thought=4, word=6, deed=5 curry.

…Don’t know when I’ll be back again.

Once again my work demands that I jet off to foreign parts. In this instance to Montréal for Ubuntu Below Zero where I shall be partaking of much geekery, card playing, RHPS viewing/participating and, I suppose, a certain amount of work.

This time, as a parting shot^Wgift I offer you the first rough-cut of “Je m’en vais sur un avion” as murdered^Wtranslated by myself and teh_nattie one sorry evening after much curry.

Je m'en vais sur un avion

Mes valises sont remplis, je suis prêt Devant ta porte je me mets, Il ne me plaît pas de te réveille. Mais l’aurore vient, le matin tôt, Le taxi attend, klaxonnant, Déjà suis-je si seul que je pourrais mourir. Donc bise moi, sourire pour moi, Dis moi que tu m’attendras, Tiens-moi comme tu ne me laisse jamais partir. Car je m’en vais sur un avion, Sais-pas quand je retournerai, Oh chérie, comme j’haïsse partir. Il-y-a tant de fois que j’t’ai déçu, Tant de fois que j’ai triché, Je te dis que cela n’a rien a dire. N’importe ou je vais, je pense a toi, Chaque chanson que je chante, je chante pour toi, Quand je reviens je porterai ton anneau. Donc bise moi, sourire pour moi, Dis moi que tu m’attendras, Tiens-moi comme tu ne me laisse jamais partir.

Car je m’en vais sur un avion, Sais-pas quand je retournerai, Oh chérie, comme j’haïsse partir. Maintenant c’est l’heure de te laisser, Encore un fois, oh, laisse-moi t’embrasser, Et ferme tes yeux, et je m’en irai. Rêve donc aux jours qui suivent, Pendant que je ne dois partir tout seul, Et de quand il ne me faudra jamais dire. Donc bise moi, sourire pour moi, Dis moi que tu m’attendras, Tiens-moi comme tu ne me laisse jamais partir. Car je m’en vais sur un avion, Sais-pas quand je retournerai, Oh chérie, comme j’haïsse partir. Et je m’en vais sur un avion, Sais-pas quand je retournerai, Oh chérie, comme j’haïsse partir.

Steve Kemp has been playing with lua again and now has come up with an httpd in lua; Go Steve! Clint Adams says however that one can write a more functional httpd in fewer lines of Z-Shell.

pike% apt-cache show zsh
Package: zsh
...
Installed-Size: 5816
...
pike% apt-cache show lua50 liblua50 liblualib50|grep Installed-Size
Installed-Size: 180
Installed-Size: 176
Installed-Size: 120
pike% echo $((180+176+120))
476

So yeah Clint, you probably can write it in fewer lines, but zsh is a tad bigger (has more that comes with it).

Steve Kemp said recently that lua rocks and me being me had to agree.

Lua is a little known and yet very very widely used programming language with a teeny-tiny interpreter (yes there are smaller, but I likes this one) and yet a very powerful expressiveness which I just love.

To answer your question Steve… ’‘ANYTHING’’ :-)

…So tell me what to do now, ‘cause I want you back.

The current ‘net meme seems to be to google for ”Your name needs” and then select either the top few, or the best few to share with your blog readers.

Thusly, all Daniel ever needed was:

• Daniel's needs are like any other two-year old.
• Daniel needs time and understanding that he has many feelings of grief, loss, and abandonment. Daniel needs a permanent family to call home!
• Daniel needs a helping hand to get that basket.
• Daniel needs some advice on being sued by a buyer. — erk?!
• Daniel needs a loving home that can provide good supervision and help him continue to heal from the wounds in his past.

All in all, google thinks I’m a pretty messed up person in need of lots of comfort and advice. — At least that means I should get more hugs. ({)

Quick redux of the past few weeks…

• Went to Manchester, saw dks, ed, etc.
• Saw various houses.
• Saw a house I wanted.
• Put in offer
• Had offer tentatively accepted.
• Been in London working for a week.
• Ranted at estate agent to get them to try harder to sell my place.

In more detail, I saw various houses in Manchester and among them was a property which is being done-up. I liked the promise of the place, and the lack of “finishing” means I don’t have to undo someone’s dÝcor in order to put in what I want. I now really need someone to buy my property. I’m in a position to drop the price on my place in order to make it sell more quickly. If anyone is interested in buying a two-bedroom house in a village in Cambridgeshire, contact me about it and I may be able to cut you a better deal than the estate agents currently know about. The offer I have put in on the place in Manchester can’t be binding until I can instruct my solicitors, and I can’t do that without a buyer for my place.