Anybody can make history. Only a great man can write it.

• Turkey eclipse photos by tamaranth.

• If you use OpenSSH ever for anything (which includes anything you connect to with PuTTY or WinSCP), go chuck OpenBSD some cash. They're hurting.

• I want to see what Gibson and Sterling make of this one.

• You need a pack of these.

• You can start answering idjits with a link and "y down, x across." (courtesy cavalorn)

• Two great shots from DP Review Canon Talk: Determination and Lightning. (That second one should be a poster. Fifteen-second exposure, best shot of a hundred and thirty-three.)

• The John le Carré Greatest Spy Novel of Our Time Generator.

• We call it schadenfreude.

Second interview this morning at the place I saw Monday. I'm one of two. No word as yet. I grabbed a dozen Krispy Kremes from Victoria; redcountess is less than thrilled, and I must say all I can taste is sugary lard.

After too little sleep (though the culprit made up for it later this morning with some job leads) and a lot of walking around this afternoon, arkady and I are Utterly Buggered and not up to Inferno. I was going to wear blue and black stripy tights and steal everyone's soul with my beautiful little camera. How very annoying. Cheers and good luck to allezbleu for her DJ spot!

My laptop now has a working Compaq W200 wifi module in its lid. It takes a bit of beating (why Ubuntu doesn't just include the module ...) and some extra kicking after a suspend, but I'm enormously pleased. We have resolved, though, no more eBay where the seller doesn't take PayPal and their English is about as good as my German. He really earned that "good communicator" feedback.

(Mind you, if the wifi ever fails, that's just a USB connector, so I could theoretically put anything whatsoever in there. Hmm.)

I now have WINE running on the household server. So that's a hand-compiled WINE on FreeBSD controlled via VNC or remote X from an Ubuntu laptop. I just need to get the Mac in the chain.

(We're gadgeted entirely up now. I'm still stalking a few favourites in search of a great deal — the thrill of the chase — but my heart's not in it. I feel purposeless. I should probably get a job.)

I need to get the words flowing. The Uncyclopedia writing competition is on and I was specifically told I wasn't allowed to judge because they wanted me to enter. So I've said I'll write some towering tastelessness to leave Cancer Porn in the dust, as well as a piece that someone might not actually spork their brain out at. Must get to work. Arkady and I came up with the start of a routine about green neon ninjas this afternoon.