Daily Reports: Hi ho, the every-daycycle doings here in Alpha Complex!
“Dot-com millionaires”, my left footA million just doesn't go as far as it used to.
Am I the only person embarrassed by the public perception of these dotcom whiz kids? Or even (especially) by their real-life counterparts?
And I’m no math expert, but when did 215,000 come to equal 1,000,000? If we’re redefining the term millionaire, then heck, I’m one.
If it isn’t Scottish…or if it’s on the Internet…it’s crapEither that or haggis. Which is worse than crap.
A friend of mine once said that Sturgeon’s Law applies twice over on the Internet: 90% of everything is utter crud, and of the remaining 10%, 90% of that is marginally useful but still crud. That seems to make sense. I try to keep my site in the remaining 10%, but I seriously doubt it escapes that second culling. Still, it keeps me off the streets.
Scary, scary, scaryPeople in packs can be...rabid.
A while back I wrote about actual partnerships (which do exist) and while having a long-overdue visit to the HB site, I find a conversation between a “control freak” and some of the staff of HB.
I do think that the writer in question has more than a few issues of his own to address. But is textual evisceration the best way to deal with people like this guy?
For one thing, it gives them more credit than they’re really worth.
For another, for new visitors, it kind of reinforces a stereotype of man-hating bitch-dykes (which is, most emphatically, NOT what Heartless Bitches is about.)
I did like their piece on the author of The Rules filing for divorce. I remember my reaction when that happened, and thought, Wow, she’ll have to eat a lot of crow — all those feathers will provide some roughage.
Strange things are afoot at the Circle KIs there a wormhole and someone forgot to tell me..?
My servers are, theoretically, located two timezones away from me. My local time here is two hours behind the local time on my servers. Yet my blog is indicating that my posts are eight hours ahead of the local time of the keyboard on which I type them.
Curiouser and curiouser.
Maybe it’s just a minor neurotic episode. I mean, I’ve been listening to the same song on infinite repeat almost constantly for the last three days. Before that, it was another song on the same CD. (At least when I get music stuck in the cranium, I tend to obsess on an entire disc rather than just one song. Problem is, it lasts for weeks and weeks.)
...mommy..!
Too many, too muchI stopped writing my column for Backwash.
I do a lot of stuff. There’s everyday life, which likes to ambush me from time to time; there’s this site, which sometimes doesn’t seem like it gets enough attention from me and other times threatens to swallow my brain; there’s my social life…
...okay, there isn’t a social life to speak of…
I volunteer with an advocacy group for the sight-impaired. I am in a few writing collaborations and collectives — those, admittedly, are as much leisure activities as anything else, though. And there’s the slight depression, which I usually manage to stave off by going for a walk in the park (can’t today, it’s pouring rain.) I’m going to quit the column I was writing. I don’t really have time to try and pour effort into building a huge community around my column — I don’t have that kind of drive, I really don’t like being at the centre of a cult of personality. So, hey, it isn’t doing anything for me.
Terrorism, recent events, and future plansThe more things change...
On 11 September 2001, terrorists flew jumbo jets, full of fuel and passengers, into the World Trade Center towers in New York City, NY, USA. Shortly later, a third plane flew into the Pentagon. A fourth, which had originally been headed for Washington D.C. (possibly the White House) crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
No one remained unaffected by these events. If you were in the US, the television and radio were full of coverage. You may have wondered, Was this real? Did this really happen? This can’t happen here. Everyone was talking about what had happened, speculating on what the government might do in reprisal, and wondering and fearing what would happen to U.S. society. If you lived in another country, you were perhaps affected less than the secretary from Akron, Ohio or the taxi driver in San Mateo, California — but you saw the news, you heard the reports, you read the newspaper headlines. You, or someone you know, may have donated money, goods, or even blood. (Thanks to everyone who has donated, and remember, the Red Cross always needs blood. Keep donating, if you’re able, even after this latest crisis passes.)
The Internet immediately kicked into high gear. Spammers attempted to take advantage of the tragedy by emailing and phoning people, asking for donations in the name of bogus groups that existed (if at all) solely for the purpose of getting a buck off of other people’s anger, sorrow, pity, and good wishes. News sites were inundated with requests, and some shut down — their hardware unable to handle the load. Blogs carried links to less-well-known, still-working news sites, photo galleries, aid groups and charities. Some blogs shut down temporarily or altogether. Some changed to a more sombre tone. Now, nearly a month after the events, some blogs have returned, perhaps with new names and faces.
The Cynic’s Tea Party is not going away. It’s not going to change. I’m going to keep writing, keep making comments, keep putting out tutorials, keep irritating the hell out of people. But I’m not going to suddenly change my way of writing, or alter what topics I focus on. If this really irks you, then I wish you well, and you’ll be able to find plenty of content on the web that you feel is more to your liking. That’s the glory of the Internet — and all of U.S. (and Canadian) society. We are free to speak our minds. We are free to question. We are free to have our own opinions and our own viewpoints.
And if we allow ourselves to change because of the actions of terroristsbullies, then they’ve already won.
Peace, and keep on keeping on.
After a night of heavy drinking, at some point a traffic cone has to figure into the equation.
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