"I'll go back, get more body bags. I'll see you later." (the driver of a glazing company's transit van, overheard tonight)

I don't think I've written anything for December yet. Hmmmm . . . I see.

So I've done a workaround . . . I don't know why but, when logged in as some non-root user, I am unable to write files to anywhere except my home directory . . . this is on my web-server, of course. So, what I have to do (until the workaround was implemented . . . wow, this is exciting stuff . . . keep going, keep going) is save my web-log to my home directory and then, as root, copy the modified file to, erm . . . well, you know . . . god, this is dull . . . why am I bothering? It's fixed, anyway. I think that's the gist of this. Well, can you call something fixed when all you've done is work around the problem? I don't know. Next problem is the CD player. When a CD player can't even find the table-of-contents on a CD lens cleaner, well . . . whaddaya do?

More stuff written for November . . . nothing too exciting . . . just ranting about Little Chef and a little more about the Australia holiday.