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(it also whispered to me that I've been a hair breath away to get assigned to Ravenclaw)

Last Minute Addition!

The Wand Test also revealed that my wand of choice is 12" long, made of holly and hold a dragon heartstring in its core.

Here is what they say about this specific type of wand: holly is a powerful protective wood that good for use against evil, but it also represents dreams and fertility. Your dragon's heartstring core makes your wand very effective in hexes.

How Will I Die Quiz You will die at the age of 114 You will after a long battle with wasabi addiction Find out how you will die at Quizopolis.com

Kinda makes you wonder what was standing in for the sirloin before, doesn't?

dedicated to my loving dragon...

Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've tucked myself to bed again,
But an awful premonition is creeping in,
The tiger beside me is already sleeping,
And the beer that was drained from his stein
Is badly boding
For the sound of silence.

In restless dreams I jitter alone
Shouldn't have eaten that whole bar of Toblerone
I turn around, bump my hand against the table lamp,
At least the pain distracts me from my cramps
That when my ears are assaulted by the rumble of
My nocturnal plight
That asunder splits the night
Can someone reminds me of
the sound of silence?

Lying on his back with open maws,
Ten thousand decibels is worth that snore.
A snore that send the furniture shaking,
A snore that send the cutlery rattling,
Reaching a level that no rock show will ever dare
Do understand why I despair
To hear the sound of silence?

Foo, grunt I, what is that stench?
Is there no rest for this poor tired wench?
Well, it happens that good old Pepe Le Pew
His wife, kids, and two or three nephews
Thought the idea of a midnight stroll pretty swell,
And dine
Not quite in silence

Believe me I begged and prayed
For my night's sleep was getting pretty frayed
That's when the bulb flashed above my noggin,
An idea there was forming.
In my night table, I reached for a contraption,
That would be my salvation,
Ah! there they are,
my ear plugs...
And finally is ushered in
the sound of silence.

Last night, I dreamed of Pocahontas in her late life.

In my dream, she had changed her name to Magdalene Poca when she married John Smith. Later on, when her husband passed away, she became somewhat of a feminist and added "Fury" to her name, sometimes placed before, sometimes after, 'Poca', depending of her fancy du moment. She also developed a passion for lawn bowling (which is like regular bowling, only played on grass).

My dream also showed me that Poca had descendents, of which many became celebrity. There was this actor of the 40s I can't remember the name of and, more close to us, Lady Di and Speedy Gonzales.

I swear, that's the last time I drink a triple expresso just before going to bed...

Cool as hell Google Maps applications:

Bikely

Trace and share your bikepaths with the world.

Loc.alize.us

Makes the bridge between Google Maps and Flickr.

(btw, my technical life will be henceforth blogged at use.perl.org)

Well, darn me with a big rusty needle, I'm an English genius. :-)

English Genius You scored 92% Beginner, 85% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 80% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go! Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 0% on Beginner You scored higher than 0% on Intermediate You scored higher than 99% on Advanced You scored higher than 99% on Expert

Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

Spam, it begins to appear, is slowly morphing into the fortune cookie jar of the 21st century.

A new wave of spam emails is using random dictionary words to form a sender's name, often with hilarious or poetic results. One of them, in particular, amused me to no end by providing an answer to a question I never thought of before.

We already know that a group of geese is called a gaggle. But how to you call a group of ecclesiastics?

Easy: an ordeal o' priests.

Definitely. You scored 34% Cold and 61% Level-Headed!

You can kill. But the question "Why would you?" arises. Out of safety or cruelty?

My test tracked 2 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 24% on Cold You scored higher than 55% on Level-Headed

Link: The Can You Kill a Man? Test written by notmarkflynn on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

I perused my footsome enigma while having breakfast (and that was harder than it sounds), and I'm mystified.

The foot is a size 6 (I guess I'll have to pad my shoe if I want to go out today). It belonged a male, if the coarse black hairs and lint between the toes is any indication.

Whoever performed the limb switcharoo was quite in a hurry. While the graft was a success (all toes are wiggle-worthy, and I have full tactile sensations), the junction of the foot and the leg isn't exactly straight. The foot bends something like 10 degrees inward, which give me the gaint of a hunchback in high heels. Also, the material used for the ligature hints at the need to improvise. Half of the suture has been done with staples, and the rest is a mix of shoelace string, duct tape and two chip clippies. Curiously, it doesn't hurt.

I really haven't the foggiest how I came to get this appendage. And I don't really want to contact the authorities because, well, you know as well as I do how they feel about my little business. But I think I'll call Maxwell. He might not have any answer, but he could lead me to some.

*sigh* Today will be one of these days.

I woke up a few minutes ago, and the first thing I noticed was a
pungent, almost feral odor of banana permeating the bedroom. While I
have in permanence at least two dozen latent odorous time bombs primed
to send shrapnels of flagrance lying around on the difference surfaces
(let them be horizontal or vertical) of the room, none of them could be tied to this particular olfactive signature.

This odoriferous oddity, however, quickly got eclipsed by the
second discovery of the day, revealed by a toss of the bedsheet.

You see, the foot that is so usefully adorning the lower end of my left leg isn't mine.

Just for the sake of spreading the information, issue 2.1 of The Perl Review contains an article of your truly about PerlWar.

In the same Perl vein, my ad hoc review of Damian Conway's Perl Best Practices has been quoted in a different review of the same book.

For Christmas, my father-in-law gave me a book. A French novel entitled "Jamais contents!", written by Gérald-Montméril.

Personally, I never heard of the book nor its author(s) before. Which can probably be explained by the fact it's been published in 1895. Interesting trivia, it also happens to be illustrated. By a young punk named Al. Mucha...

I swear to Nanabozo, had my father-in-law sent me the Holy Grail instead of that book, I wouldn't be any less goggle-eyed and awed as I am right now.

The first human case of the avian flu has been reported.

In Turkey.


That's just stuff you can't make up...

You are Spider-Man

Spider-Man 90% Superman 80% Green Lantern 70% Robin 62% Iron Man 50% Hulk 45% Batman 40% Wonder Woman 37% Supergirl 37% The Flash 25% Catwoman 20%

You are intelligent, witty, a bit geeky and have great power and responsibility.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test

WHAT'S NEW

* Added alpha support for TomKit.

 * Makefile.PL now only install AxKit and TomKit processors if they are
  detected.

WHERE TO GET IT

* CPAN

* svn repository