For those who don't speak HTTP, a 301 response code means that the page requested by the client has moved to a new address. Thus has my journal moved, too--to LiveJournal.

So now I am a LiveJournal user. Feel free to drop by. BYOB.

Posting from work . . . and wasting too much time browsing through random journals on LiveJournal. I have a couple of friends who blog there, and now I'm wondering if I shouldn't move there too, now that I seem to be catching the blogging bug. Slashdot's journal is quick and easy to use (and doesn't cost me a nickel), but it definitely has its limitations. LJ has all sorts of whiz-bang features (even for its free service) and the paid account is only

Seems like only yesterday that Colorado earned the "Hate State" moniker after voters in 1992 passed Amendment 2, which prohibited local governments from including gays and lesbians in anti-discrimination laws. Opponents quickly won an injunction against the amendment, and it eventually was invalidated by the U. S. Supreme Court before it could ever take effect. During that time, religious-right groups based in Colorado (such as Promise Keepers and Focus on the Family) rose to prominence, and w

I'm spending some time tonight ripping CDs from my collection that have somehow escaped my CD-ROM drive in the past. One exception (the one I'm ripping as I type) is David Bowie's Changesbowie. I love this CD, but for some reason it has stubbornly refused to rip cleanly; the first 11 tracks go OK, but at track 12 ("Heroes") the drive begins accumulating read errors and the next two tracks end up as so much digital oatmeal. Then it refuses to rip anything further on the disc. We'll see

A thoroughly unproductive day.

My daughter was sent home early from school on Thursday after getting sick and coming down with a mild fever. She was fine a few hours later, but school policy dictates that she remain home for 24 hours, so I stayed home with her today.

Normally one starts off a public journal with an introduction--a short bio, a reason for journaling, perhaps a list of favorite foods and pet peeves. Instead, for my debut entry, I copied an e-mail I had sent to some friends earlier this morning.

So I've got this a bit ass-backwards. No surprise there. I have earned a Lifetime Achievement award in doing things ass-backwards.

OK, it's a free country and you're allowed to sell (just about) anything--but still, this one makes me wince. A guy in Texas is selling a card game based on the Columbine shootings--you play as Eric Harris or Dylan Klebold, and your goal is to kill everybody. I wish I was making this up.