I have had a cable Modem in suburban MN since 1999. Time Warner cable had only been offering cable-modem service for three weeks, and they hadn't started the TV ads for it yet. My family Email addresses were
Firstname@, Firstname@, Firstname@, FirstnameX@, FirstnameMiddlename@
Have you seen "Chad Vader, Day Shift Manager" yet?
It's really fresh, and quite hillarious. My kind of humor. There are four episodes of five minutes each.
Seach "Chad Vader" on youtube, or get info from the creator's official web-page
I finally broke down and joined myspace. Mostly because I was looking for info about these bands.
Friday Night. Music. Live Music. I wasn't playing the music, I was listening. My wife and I. Went to see Action vs. Action, but was surprised by the first act. Carra Barratt, I shook her hand, and bought her CD, I said something Corny, and regretted it immediately.
The height of Alice Cooper's career, and one of my favorite albums. Why do I mention it? I was reminded of the album from the title of another Journal entry, which - actually - recounted Beatles lyrics. Anyway, this is from the very odd, sad song, Steven.
I don't want to feel you die
But if that's the way that God has planned you
I'll put pennies on your eyes
And it will go away
See?
O.K. I haven't had a real PC upgrade in nearly four years. I cannot find affordable RAMBUS to upgrade the RAM [[the CPU is a 2GHz P4 (not "bad", even now), and it's had a Video Card upgrade, but it's stuck at 512MB of RAM]].
Bah, don't like the title. Perhaps I'll try again.
Bought something, which became a purchase four somethings, one for me, one for each of three kids.
Yeah, I'll try again on that title.
So, after 9 years out of programming, I've completed four (and a half) months of my new (aging) Perl programming job. What you may not know is I was brought on as a contractor, working for a local outsource company, who is loaning me to an outsourcing firm from India, who is loaning me to big-company (which may have been mentioned in a recent Slashback article) locally.
So, I took my son to Ikea while he was up for a visit. There are no such stores where I came from. So his Gramma asks me, "Isn't Ikea a some-assembly-required furniture store???"
This is about as incredulous as she'll get, and I felt like I had to explain myself. So, what I sent back reads more like ad-copy than an Email. Enjoy it, and feel free to ridicule me for it.
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I've been lurking on the boards, I've been following Sam (TheButcher's) programming stuff very closely, though it's probably not obvious. I haven't posted nearly as much as I've wanted to.
So, I'm going to write a few journals. Probably mostly useless.
The hardest part of climbing the ladder of success is getting through the crowd at the bottom.