Journal Journal: Reasons to speak softly 2
Well, I've been working at my new job as a Tech Writer for a little over a month now, and I've gotten used to the taste of my foot. It seems to be in my mouth a lot.
Journal Journal: Must Have Gadgets
Even though I am a "computer guy", I don't have a digital camera, MP3 player, cell phone or PDA.
Why? Because I'm waiting (impatiently) for all of those devices to be incorporated into one device that is fully tested and debugged. No more early adoption for me, unless I get a high-paying job again.
Journal Journal: Digital Doghouse Again 3
Well, I regained moderator status over the summer, but two of my moderations were metamoderated as "Unfair" (for no reason that I could tell), so I guess I'm not going to be moderating for a while now... That's a shame. I thought I was doing a good job.
Journal Journal: In the Digital Doghouse
Oh well. Go away for three weeks, lose Moderator status. What else could I expect?
The good news is that I had a good time, although Europe is terribly expensive for us Canadians.
Barcelona is about Gaudi, Madrid's Prado is magnificent, and Sevilla is a great city to be in on a warm Friday night.
And then there's Granada and the jaw-dropping Alhambra, and Gibraltar's monkeys...
Journal Journal: Deep Thoughts and Latin phrases
David Boyne, the writer of Quo Vadis, dude? an article I stumbled across today, has written a bunch of interesting articles, all asking probing questions.
Journal Journal: Found Poetry
A recent column of I, Cringely struck me as particularly poetic. I have slightly modified part of the article and I have inserted line breaks in strategic locations and I present the resulting "found poem" for your consideration. Please note that the bulk of the text is not mine, but Bob Cringely's.
Cluster
Cluster
Journal Journal: Ancient History
So, I was ego surfing and I found that an old friend of mine had published some ancient writings of mine from my C64 - 300 baud modem - BBS days, written when I was a teenager in Toronto in the 80's.
Journal Journal: Internet Radio
By some bizarre coincidence, the day that I posted that journal about listening online to Radio Paradise, the station was having technical difficulties with their ISP:
Journal Journal: Open Letter to Canada.com e-mail customer service
To whom it may concern,
Thank you for your prompt response to my previous e-mail. Unfortunately, your answer, that the service your company has provided to me for free will now become a pay service, was extremely disappointing.
I'm sorry that your company has decided to take away the only feature that made your e-mail service unique, the free e-mail forwarding.
Journal Journal: New Features = Taking Features Away
So,
I get this e-mail from canada.com today:
I get this e-mail from canada.com today:
Dear valued canada.com e-mail customer,
Over the past year, we've received numerous requests for additional e-mail features and options. Many of you took advantage of our survey last December to express interest in enhanced e-mail service.
We're pleased to announce that we have read your messages and are ready to respond.
Journal Journal: Good Radio
I've been listening, for the last few days, to a good radio station, called Radio Paradise. They play all sorts of groovy stuff, from ska covers of Paul Simon to eighties hits to.. to.. well just listen for yourself.
Journal Journal: I cannot compete with Migor
There is no way I could compete with Migor . He is far beyond me in both the ability to copulate then vapourize, and in the ability to command, especially in the month of love.
So, io sto parlando dal mio asino qui. È merda totale.
So, io sto parlando dal mio asino qui. È merda totale.
Journal Journal: I need to stop doing whatever it is 5
Ok, this is getting crazy. Third time moderating in a month!
I'm becoming Mr. Moderator these days. They seem to think that I should be moderating at least once a week now.
Who needs a job, when I can moderate on Slashdot?
Journal Journal: Ululacion! Debo Hacer Algo A la derecha
Using Babelfish to translate the last entry into Spanish and then back into English produces bizarre results ("A certain artificial intelligence somewhere must have taste of me??" I must be "heavy flavourful cream"):
Journal Journal: I Must Be Doing Something Right
Wow, I've come up for moderator status twice now in the space of a few weeks. Some artificial intelligence somewhere must like me. The digital clerk-monkeys they keep caged in the Slashdot Linux servers must have thought my behaviour was moderator-worthy... twice! Either that, or one of their bananas broke off and hit the keyboard just as my name scrolled by.
