The Foo Bird

3 explorers walked down a cliffside path to the edge of a lake with a local guide. The guide warned them that this area was dangerous because it was home to the giant Foo Bird.  if they saw the Foo Bird, they had to remain still or face doom, and whatever they did, they should not run into the lake. The explorers laughed off the story from the guide, whom they thought must be ignorant and superstitious.

As they walked along the shore a shadow passed over them, and they looked up to see the enormous Foo Bird, the size of a full-grown elephant. One of the explorers panicked and started running. The Foo Bird swooped in, let loose a huge torrent of feces, and coated the running explorer, who screamed and yelled “It burns!”

He ran into the lake and when he hit the water he caught fire, screamed a horrible gurgling last gasp, and then sunk beneath the glassy surface, dead.

The two remaining explorers looked at each other and then at the guide, for whom they had some new grudging respect. The Foo Bird soared away above the cliffs.

The next night, as they camped by the lake shore, the second explorer arose to answer nature’s call by moonlight. Suddenly the moon went dark and the rush of feathers filled the air. The second explorer panicked and ran, and the Foo Bird swooped in and let loose a giant gobbet of burning excrement, hitting the second explorer right in the face.

He screamed “It burns!” and ran blindly in terror, stumbled into the lake, hit the water, caught fire, and sank dying beneath the surface.

The next morning the last explorer and the guide broke camp and started to march away from the shore to the cliffs, after saying a few words of remembrance for their departed companions. The sky darkened once more, and though the third explorer tried to stay still, she blinked and the Foo Bird swooped down and covered her in poop. The Foo Bird flew away above the cliffs once more.

She did not run and jump in the lake, having witnessed the horrible death of her companions.

The guide wiped her off and helped her change out of the soiled clothes, and they escaped the lake shore without further incident.

The moral of the story is:

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If the Foo shits, wear it

My Silent Generation father taught this shaggy dog story to me around 1980 when I was 8.

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Joining the stream of LiveJournal refugees

Like so many other people, I’ve just abandoned LiveJournal due to the increasing entanglement with Russia, the degraded security (they turned off HTTPS for crying out loud!) and the terrible implications of Russian law on speech, particularly political speech and that related to queer topics.

As of today the LiveJournal import plugin built into current (hosted or not) versions WordPress is broken. Furthermore the Internet is littered with fragmentary and incomplete advice about how one might work around this problem. Nevertheless, I persisted 🙂

I managed to export my LiveJournal entries by using ljdump and then importing them into a private, off-the-public-Internet WordPress 2.7.1 instance that still supported the old XML LiveJournal import format. Then I edited the posts and comments in the private instance, and exported them back to WordPress format, then imported them here. I may write more about this and share the tools as soon.

New Game: My #1 Google Creations (without searching for your name)

Here's a Google game I just came up with. The challenge is to find Google searches that return something you've created as the #1 entry without using your name. You get bonus points for short or amusing phrases, or if the results say something interesting about you.

Here are some examples for me: