Yum

Tonight was: biking through four sets of orange "do not cross" fencing, detouring around a not-quite bridge, spending a few moments admiring the gargantuan crane which brought the replacement bridge (all in one piece), running into uniquecrash5 and K. on their evening constitutional, then meeting my sweetie at bats22's for dinner.

And a very fine dinner it was: unagi, kabocha (a japanese pumpkin I've never had before), omlette, miso soup, rice, broccoli, and pickled peppers and mushroom. Yum. We kvetched over sake (yes, actually, we did), and bats22 gave me an excellent idea about... well, I can't say, it'll ruin a surprise. Anyway.

He also loaned us the coolest toy: a Kill-a-Watt energy meter, for measuring the energy-use of various things around the house. I'm testing my server right now. This is so cool; both d. and I have always wanted one, but for some reason I thought they were suuper-expensive. Apparently they're $30 at Amazon.

Hm. Yeah. Good times.

French is evocative.

French is evocative.

So, this morning in my mailbox, I had about 12 emails from... [Tim]. [Tim] was some kind of Christian marketing mailing-list that apparently signed up a lot of people to an open list, late last night. Someone posted back to complain, and the mess was started. ("stop spamming me" "I'm not spamming you, stop spamming me" ...) Rgh. I procmailed it and beefed to the people who own the netblock, but before I did, there was the following post from someone at hotmail.fr:

"allez tous vous faire enculer avec vos mails de merde"

Now that's a great ( sentence! (translation NSFW). )

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I think that's about the sense of it; it's a command, but just "Go..." doesn't carry the "Allez tous vous". I knew all the words but "enculer", which oddly enough didn't come up in high-school French.

Sometimes, English language just doesn't measure up.