TextMate

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I remember when this was called Object Linking and Embedding.

TextMate Hallowe'en Easter Egg

Scary TextMate Dock Icon

After saying yes to the TextMate update dialog box, the icon changed into a scary jack-o-lantern (seen left) and a window with a spider web. I don't use text editors that much (most of my scripting and text editing happens in a console window), but for notes and modifying existing plain text, it was worth the purchase price. I also love the screencasts, which clue me into some features that make repetitive tasks easier, the most useful so far being the screencast introducing how to use TextMate in conjuction with HTML tags. A day early, at least here in the Pacific time zone, for the easter egg, but still fun.

(Not technically an easter egg, since you usually have to do something for them to happen. But it's the best approximation of what this is.)

And yes, even though I don't really celebrate it—too loud and scary—I still spell the cultural holiday celebrating death with an apostrophe.

Renewal

In the last two days I renewed my membership to KEXP (I went with the t-shirt instead of the iPod condom) and sent a small donation to Mount Sinai Hospital in Toronto. (In January they ran the gamut of tests on me, including a urine test, my first, to see why I wasn't able to eat for 3 days during my first trip there.) Today my registration for TextMate finally came through PayPal's ridiculous payment gauntlet, though I'm to blame thinking that I could pay through there with my credit card. I tried renewing my subscription to The Atlantic Monthly using the card they sent me, but I seem to have misplaced "the envelope provided". Today I set a date for a new patient exam at the local dentist. I'm very afraid of it.

I'm trying this new thing where some posts go to the front page and some don't, instead of everything. This being one of hopefully a few more changes towards (some) quality control for this weblog.

My outbox consists currently of the floor next to my desk, on which sits a real physical inbox. There's something deeply satisfying with having an inbox with paper bills to pay then discard (shred!) and some to pay by cheque and send by letter mail. You put the envelope in the red box on the corner of the street, magic happens, bills get paid.