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MS Live Labs has a way sweet site up called Photosynth, where they have collections of photos from all kinds of sources and have reconstructed areas and buildings to allow us to zoom in, walk around, etc, the entire area or building. It’s pretty much the greatest link I’ve come across tonight. I’m like a little kid with this thing, and loving every minute.
Check it out -
here
Just installed the reCaptcha plugin for wordpress, and I like it. While it’s kind of a hassle to read the words sometimes, it will make commenting instantaneous, and it’s for a good cause -
reCAPTCHA asks commenters to read two words from a book. One of these words proves that they are a human, not a computer. The other word is a word that a computer couldn’t read. Because the user is known to be a human, the reading of that word is probably correct. So you don’t get comment spam, and the world gets books digitized. Everybody wins! For details, visit the reCAPTCHA website.
See, so comment for the keiki 
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UPDATE
And to be fair, I did a sweet motherlode of other upgrades to the site, it’s like eye candy now isn’t it? mmmm daddy.
So I came home from work last night at about 1:30am, I’m working on a few emails as I try and wind down, and my roomie comes out, pours a bowl of cereal then uses my milk, I carry on a conversation with him, though rather one sided, then he gets up and goes to bed. I don’t mind him using a bit of my milk, he’s done it before, and we normally end up sharing milk between purchases, no big deal. So then I’m laying in bed trying to get tired and quit thinking, and it’s about 3:15am, and I hear my roomie moving around again, then I hear a pop top on a can of lilikoi passion fruit Aloha juice, (I have excellent hearing) so I get up and come out to the kitchen, and there’s my roomie, two sips of the juice then sets the can down, pulls out my pizza, eats two slices, turns around and goes to bed. I’m standing about 5 feet from the guy and he doesn’t even notice me. I guess he was sleep eating? I asked him about it today after church and he felt so bad, promising profusely to pay me back, yada yada. He had no idea what he had eaten though, nor that he had done it even. First, bizarre, second, that’s where all my food has been going!
This article was nice to see, I even got quoted in there, ahhh yeah. It really is a pretty sweet program, I’m just glad we’re getting a little PR.
The best part is after the jump Continue Reading…
So misty (see little brother Jakes wife) has requested that I give up some of the juicy details of my life for her entertainment pleasure. I thought this was a great idea until I realized that I have very few juicy details to give up right now. I will be honest, I’ve tried hard lately to get some juicy details, but no matter how much I want to, I just can’t make myself be a man-slut. I go into dates with the manly intention of grabbing a cheap make out and running, but then I just feel guilty for compromising my standards and what not, then in the middle of the deliberation, the girl will spout off something ridiculous like “Do you think I’m stupid cause I’m transferred here from BYU Idaho and not BYU Provo?” or the always popular “are you mad at me?” at which point all ill conceived dirty pleasure is forgotten and the girl is promptly taken home to wallow in her insecurities or whatever it is that makes the women I’ve been going out with lately be the way they are. And it’s not just one either, I can’t figure it out. But without fail, I’m always grateful that I held to my guns and didn’t end up getting “involved” with one of the crazies. Blessings all over I reckon. So there’s my juicy gossip, the more I date, the less I like it, I’ve actually taken to BBQ’ing some brats with the roomie and inviting married couples over to play games on the Wii, we laugh, have fun, eat well, and don’t have to worry about poor susie who can’t figure out the nun-chuck controller, or betty who doesn’t realize that the controller is a pointing device. I am finding more satisfaction in losing myself in math, or SIFE projects than I have found in love, so for the time being, I’ll leave it at that. Programming and saving the world via SIFE, that is the Life o’ Doan.