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The most useful tool I have found for keeping an offline copy of an LJ + comments is the mildly-obviously named 'LJArchive'. It also manages to provide a fairly rapid full text search of entries + comments, which is really very useful indeed.
As far as I can tell (-> . <- this far) it's written in M$ C#, has been abandoned by the author and hasn't worked for some number of months due to $Random-XML-error which appears to be inside the comment-parsing code.
I was going to chunter on about this being unfixable b/c it would require spending ££ on the relevant part of the M$ toolchain, but it seems that the 'Express' version is free for the download (and presumably in exchange for all sorts of details that M$ can use to sell me things).
So instead of whining about it, I'd better bag yon thingy and see if the code is amenable to tinkering by a Unix Curmudgeon.
As far as I can tell (-> . <- this far) it's written in M$ C#, has been abandoned by the author and hasn't worked for some number of months due to $Random-XML-error which appears to be inside the comment-parsing code.
I was going to chunter on about this being unfixable b/c it would require spending ££ on the relevant part of the M$ toolchain, but it seems that the 'Express' version is free for the download (and presumably in exchange for all sorts of details that M$ can use to sell me things).
So instead of whining about it, I'd better bag yon thingy and see if the code is amenable to tinkering by a Unix Curmudgeon.
By the way, if anyone here is in search engine optimisation...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the SEO people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence.
Bill Hicks. Ish.
Bill Hicks. Ish.
The new Bristol Skyline
Feb. 12th, 2011 05:22 pmI can see the middle aged Mail Tourette's apologists (Tee hee hee! Gypsies!) going for that like a mob of crap-jacketed rats.
In full effect.
There's a bit of a theme there, I think.
( Or perhaps not... )
In full effect.
There's a bit of a theme there, I think.
( Or perhaps not... )
Apparently we're mostly descended from farmers. (Picture in the Guardian features what seems to be a rowcrop Nuffield. Oo-aar, etc.)
Thus I guess it's no great surprise that I was more than a little pleased to discover that the stuff coming out of the compost-dalek lurking at the end of the garden actually smells like freshly-turned soil, rather than the festery raw materials we tip into its wormy maw.
Because the thing's full and not consuming said raw materials as quickly as it does in summer, pruning 3/4 of the garden generated five bags of garden waste, one pair of knackered wrists and one somewhat broken but repairable pair of pruning shears. It was nice and warm in the sun, too.
I'm idly considering re-purposing a pair of builder's sand bags (or mumble-tonne fertiliser bags) to grow spuds in. Bugger spending money on things from the back of the Sunday papers. That way lies single tartan slippers, poor-quality pervy underwear and Bicycle-Shaped Objects.
Thus I guess it's no great surprise that I was more than a little pleased to discover that the stuff coming out of the compost-dalek lurking at the end of the garden actually smells like freshly-turned soil, rather than the festery raw materials we tip into its wormy maw.
Because the thing's full and not consuming said raw materials as quickly as it does in summer, pruning 3/4 of the garden generated five bags of garden waste, one pair of knackered wrists and one somewhat broken but repairable pair of pruning shears. It was nice and warm in the sun, too.
I'm idly considering re-purposing a pair of builder's sand bags (or mumble-tonne fertiliser bags) to grow spuds in. Bugger spending money on things from the back of the Sunday papers. That way lies single tartan slippers, poor-quality pervy underwear and Bicycle-Shaped Objects.
(Tele)Vision Thing
May. 3rd, 2007 10:47 pmI commend you all, both here and in parts foreign, to view the Ch-4 documentary 'The lie of the land'. It is utterly grim and depressing viewing and will either make you a veggie or consider taking up arms against the Dept. for the Elimination of Farming.
Mostly it reminded me of what I've given up (largely willingly, but even so) in moving to a town.
Mostly it reminded me of what I've given up (largely willingly, but even so) in moving to a town.
We bring you live pictures.
Apr. 1st, 2007 01:49 pmIt's a f-ing barn airfield. They'll never fill it.
(Or, if not live then only a bit dead.)
Bunkers!
Quietly rusting Eastern Bloc flying ironmongery!
Concrete!
Someone just pushed the Ballard button!
Lomo I up, landlord!
(Or, if not live then only a bit dead.)
Bunkers!
Quietly rusting Eastern Bloc flying ironmongery!
Concrete!
Someone just pushed the Ballard button!
Lomo I up, landlord!
Seventh dream of a teenage heaven
Dec. 22nd, 2006 11:07 amLast time it was Simple Shoggoth Command Protocol. This time I was invited by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
miss_soap and _whitenoise to come and abseil down their unfeasibly large pile of scrap, carefully stored behind a gothic mansion used by them and their team of reprobates for the purposes of carousing.
A very nice time was had by most people.
miss_soap and _whitenoise to come and abseil down their unfeasibly large pile of scrap, carefully stored behind a gothic mansion used by them and their team of reprobates for the purposes of carousing.A very nice time was had by most people.
