I had been feeling vaguely ill and sore-throaty most of the week, and on Friday when I woke up and the back of my nose was painful enough that I couldn’t talk easily, I mailed in to say I was feeling sick. Then I decided I was well enough to come in as long as I stayed away from people and didn’t talk much, so I sent a second mail saying I was coming after all. It wasn’t so bad.
On Sunday we were going to go to church but woke up too late. Instead, I stayed home and fixed:
- An extension to blog-wrangler, the script which does the bulk of the hard work in writing the journal posts in the Metacity blog. It now has an automated way of adding pictures, like in today’s entry. (The script also has no option parsing and no documentation yet, but that will come.)
- GNOME bug 358674
- GNOME bug 518606
Do note that the Metacity blog is often more interesting than mine is. I think there should be a planet which mixes people and projects, but I don’t know what it would be called.
I have a bunch of automated tests for Metacity, many in Python, some in C. I want to put them together so that we can run them and have it report “5 out of 20 failed” or something, the same way Test::More and friends do in perl. Anyone have any recommendations for off-the-shelf ways of doing this before I write my own, which I’m happy to do?
And now a survey meme:
How and when did you learn to swim?
At RAF Henlow at the age of about, eh, seven-ish, with a (civilian) swim team called the Henlow Penguins who also ran lessons for youngsters. They appear not to exist any more.
How and when did you learn to drive?
I tried all my last year of sixth form and all my final year of university, without success.
How and when did you learn to tie your shoelaces?
I was probably eleven. I forget how I actually managed to learn in the end: I think it was one of the most complicated things I’d ever attempted, but it was that or go barefoot since there weren’t velcro trainers in sizes over ten years old. I remember one kid who was congenitally bald offered to tie my shoes in the green room when I had to wear lace-ups on stage, and when someone scoffed and said, “Why can’t you tie your shoes?” he glared at them and said, “Why can’t I grow hair?”
How and when did you learn to cook?
I learned enough to get by as a teenager, and enough to survive when I went away to college. I learned to bake as a child, but that’s not the same thing.
How and when did you learn to type?
Earlier than I can remember, probably at around four or five on a 1930s Remington typewriter that I got second-hand– I think it was because my grandfather didn’t need it any more. I loved that typewriter: its name was TW, and I used it to type out interminable stories. My mother (I assume) would sometimes come in and leave notes in the persona of the typewriter, signed “TW”.