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Where Yahoo! Went Wrong

2008-12-01T23:16:00.005-06:00

There is an abundance of news recently regarding the big Y!, and in this case the expression "any news is good news" does not fit. By almost all accounts, the company is circling the drain, and trying to find a new direction that is anywhere but down. This post by a former consumer of Yahoo!'s products is anecdotal and opinionated, but hopefully relevant.

A Culture of Arrogance

Let's face it: In 2000 Yahoo was the portal of choice. In a one-stop shop I could get e-mail, instant messaging, games, shopping, auctions, and both an excellent ontological directory of web pages and good search results (via this new search company named Google). They brought the utility of AOL and Prodigy into the open web, where anyone with a 14.4k modem could access it for free, and their site traffic was enormous. Yahoo! was the top dog of the time, and they knew it.

Now here we are in 2008, and Yahoo! really hasn't changed much. They've changed the layout of their portal page a bit, and the "My Yahoo!" page has support for more widgets, but true innovation has been conspicuously absent. The company's current offerings are evolutionary, not revolutionary. It is my belief that innovation has, with a very few exceptions, died at Yahoo!, largely as a result of arrogant thinking and stubborn resistance to change with many of their products.

The Failings

In the early 00's, people started to realize that they could get the same search results that Yahoo! provided in a minimal interface free of graphical ads by going directly to Google. The day that Yahoo! decided to switch to their own brand of search was the day I stopped utilizing their search engine. Their algorithm was, and continues to be, inferior to PageRank.

On April 1, 2004, Google introduced GMail, which was not just another webmail client, but an entirely new way to think about email. Sure, the initial doorbuster was the free 1GB of storage (several orders of magnitude greater than any provider at the time), but the GMail interface was revolutionary, and to this day is unique among webmail providers. Yahoo! did eventually release a "modern" mail client - an AJAX rendition of the same, tired interface of Eudora mail circa 1996.

It seems that Yahoo! has made some effort, but it's marginal at best. They continue to restrict the functionality of their free email service and request $20/yr for such "advanced" services as POP access, Forwarding, and "No graphical ads", all of which I can get from GMail for free. Why would any new user ever subscribe knowing that they would be provided a significantly inferior service to other offerings?

On a more personal note, I have also seen this arrogance displayed from the customer support side at Y!. Specifically, when my wife's account was obviously hijacked, we tried to jump through so many hoops and provide as much relevant information as possible to get the account back, but to no avail. Since the hackers had changed her personal information in the profile, there was no way that we could convince them that we were the rightful owners. For fun, try searching for site:profiles.yahoo.com "Hack AZ" and look at the over 100 accounts who have this peculiar first and last name. Hint: all of them are hacked accounts that were never reclaimed, yet Yahoo! asserted to us that there was no problem with account hacking. Of course if your name is Sarah Palin they will resolve your email hacking issues very quickly.

The successes

It's not all bad for Yahoo!, and part of the reason the deal fell through with Microsoft ages ago is that their portfolio is under appreciated. They still have one of the best Sports websites around, and their Games page is still a good place to go for simple online gaming. I've also recently found a bit of innovation living at Yahoo! Pipes, a fantastic new mechanism for aggregating information feeds of various types.

They also have in their portfolio some non-Yahoo! branded sites such as Flickr and Delicious that are amongst the leaders in photo sharing and social bookmarking, respectively. I feel that it was a very good decision to let these entities remain mostly independent of the Yahoo! label, and believe that they continue to thrive largely because of it.

How to survive

For Yahoo! to even have a chance at success in the coming years, I believe that they have to follow these steps:

Get over yourselves and crawl out from under your rock. You were once the leader, and are no more. You've been out-innovated but refuse to acknowledge superior technology. Your email service is an artifact of the 90's, polished to look like it belongs in the 21st century, and few people are going to pay for webmail services that others provide for free. If you're concerned about monetizing these services, maybe you could attach small text advertisements to the bottom of forwarded and POPed emails?
Monetize your unbranded assets. I'm not a huge fan of advertising, but I know what pays the bills. It seems to me that Delicious, Flickr, etc. could definitely use more contextually relevant text advertisements. You may lose a few consumers who refuse to have their bookmark and photo streams polluted with advertisement, but I think overall it would be a huge gain.
Focus on innovation. Concentrate on revolutionary ideas such as Pipes. Explore new avenues of search that aren't just minor improvements on your ranking algorithm. Improve the quality of service of your products by looking towards the future while being aware of what is available in the present.

Considering its current state and the overall economic climate, a long, challenging road lies ahead for Yahoo!. They still have plenty of high quality assets and consumer base, but it will not be sufficient to rest on these laurels.

First Friday means First Saturday

2008-08-01T09:56:00.003-05:00

I'm going to First Saturday this evening, if any of my loyal readers would like to join.

Content

2008-07-16T21:06:00.002-05:00

I've now been using Blogger for just over a year, with a grand total of 36 posts (counting this one). An average of 3 posts per month isn't exactly prolific, and while I wish I could post more, I don't have the time. I spend way more time thinking about my posts than is necessary, because generally the first draft reads terribly.

One good way out of this rut, I've found, is to let someone else do the thinking for me. While I don't write a ton of original content, I read quite a bit through Reader, and republish a lot of good content through the sharing functionality. So, for those of you that are seeking more than I can provide, I've got some options for you.

I've decided to start sharing all of my own posts on Reader, such that with one simple feed you can get both my content and the articles I find worthy of inclusion. If you are one of the two people (Annakie, Smurf) that are already 'friends' with my Reader account, you will automatically have everything. Otherwise, you can subscribe to Don Juan's Romantic Shared Items through your RSS feeder of choice.

If you want to simply read this blog and none of my shared items, you can still subscribe to the RSS feed for Don Juan's Romantic Mexican Food. Most of my shared items fall under the mandate of this blog (gaming, poker, sports, random humor, etc), so if you will find those things boring then just stick to this one.

Finally, if you're one of those people that actually visit the blog directly, my shared items appear in the sidebar to the left, somewhere above the Adsense box, in case you were looking.

I also still publish to Twitter occasionally, but I'm not going to share that feed since I figure it will just result in people being annoyed by the redundancy. You can subscribe to my twitter feed or just 'follow' me.

LHZ

2008-06-24T22:50:00.002-05:00

A post from the wife, because we had a hard time embedding this in an email.

Hello Llamas!

We have replaced our gang sign.

Here is the old sign .....

Here is the new sign ....

Long Live LLamas!!!!!

Hey, Helen, where's an updated llama cartoon group picture?

I am doing Jott for...

2008-06-20T22:25:00.002-05:00

I am doing Jott for the first time, I'm standing in a Wal-Mart. Usually whenever I order a Chick-fillet sandwich, I always get it exactly like it comes because supposedly that is the perfect way--with the 2 crucial pickles. But today they screwed up my order and mistook the word 'tea' for 'cheese', and now I have a new way of ordering my sandwich. listen

Powered by Jott

Jott definitely screwed up the transcription on this one quite a bit, and either they have a human doing the transcription of these things or a pretty amazing topic / language model ... I'm guessing the former.

Delegation, Part 7

2008-03-31T20:50:00.003-05:00

(Start with Part 1, most recent is Part 6)

A sign-in sheet progressed down our row, then back up the next, finally returning to its origin with the precinct secretary. Since I'd been conveniently discarded during the three weeks between the two caucuses, I was forced to take some extra time to fill in more details. I checked the "under_36" box, filled in that I was MALE and WHITE, wrote in and circled my prefered candidate as OBAMA, signed the form, and sent it on down the line.

Concerning the matter at hand, the reason we were all wasting our Saturday, the voting for delegates was an application of a simple math problem. Our goal was to ensure that both the delegate and alternate chosen would be Obama supporters. Our 12 votes against the 5 for the other candidate worked out such that if exactly 6 of us voted for each one we'd get both of our nominees in.

Earlier in the day P had distributed small slips of paper with the name of the nominee we were to vote on. This orderly action stood out in dark contrast to the chaos that had permeated throughout the event.

The precinct chair queued behind the many other precincts submitting their roll-calls, and we waited.

Not a second before all precincts had reported their attendees we finally started the task of the day.

"Ok," the precinct chair stated, "are there any nominations?"

As expected there were three, all of which had been determined hours prior. Nominations closed.

"All in favor of Fran?" The five outsiders raised their hands.

"All in favor of Grandma Dee?" Six of us, including myself, raised our hands.

"All in favor of Harry?" The remaining six raised their hands.

The chosen two delegates, having tied for votes, stepped away for a moment to decide amongst themselves who would be delegate and alternate. This was completely for show, as this minor detail too had already been decided hours in advance.

"He's a gentleman," Grandma Dee said cheerfully as she rejoined the rest of the group. "He's going to let me be the delegate."

Tired, sore, and hungry, I walked over to P to confirm that my part in this drama had concluded.

"Am I done here?"

"Yep, you're free to go."

I lingered a few moments longer, and ended up catching a ride with a fellow 'bama who was just as tired of this mess.

"Think you can drop me off at the train station?"

"Sure."

He of course neglected to tell me that he'd parked a quarter mile off campus and we were going to be walking for a while. My legs swore to never carry me anywhere ever again.

"Thanks again for the ride," I spoke as I forced my legs to step out of the small sedan. Just a little bit farther now. He nodded and pulled away and I hurried onto the escalator leading down to the platform.

*ding ding* *ding ding*

Oh shit, here comes the train! I hustled down the remaining half of the disappearing steps, caught the train doors just as they were opening and stepped inside.

Quiet. Empty. Bliss.

I slumped into a seat near the door, ignoring the curses of my knees.

Soon, very soon now.

In just another hour I'd be with my wife and child, enjoying the delicious warmth of crispy, yummy tacos at my favorite restaurant, and the events of this day would fade into distant memory.

The doors closed, the horn sounded, and light faded as the train entered the tunnel.

(Bonus! Check out pictures of the event on this web album)

Delegation, Part 6

2008-03-30T23:39:00.004-05:00

(Start with Part 1, most recent is Part 5)

"Before we get to the state delegate voting, there are a few items of business." The high-pitched voice reverberated throughout the stadium. "First, there are some challenges to the Credentials Committee that must be resolved to solidify the delegate counts." After waiting in that line, it seemed to me that this particular committee had plenty of its own challenges, without having others add to the mix.

"First, we have a challenge of a count of delegates from precinct..."

Without going into excruciating detail, here's how this fiasco proceeded. First, the credentials committee chair, CCC, feebly attempted to explain the challenge, and no one understood him. Then a better-spoken young woman came up and read the minority report, which boiled down to an Obama supporter being kicked in favor of a Clinton supporter, which solicited jeering from the crowd. CCC then brought the motion of the committee report, and no one understood him. This went back and forth until yet another better-spoken young woman further explained the voting procedure. After a few rounds of this back and forth, a vote was finally called on the committee report, which failed, and then on the minority report, which obviously succeeded.

This entire process took about 30 minutes - for one precinct. One down, eleven more to go. At this rate we'd be wrapping up by around Sunday.

The second precinct took just as long, with another feeble explanation by CCC and a feisty minority reporter. This time, however, the committee sided in favor of an Obama supporter, so the committee decision passed. Tyranny of the majority -- I can has it.

I didn't hear the incantation, but at some point during the voting a nearby cleric cast Owl's Wisdom on CCC, because he finally had the sense to speak up and actually explain a few things about the committee - it's mission, composition, and motivations behind the committee decisions. The five minutes spent on these details would end up saving us hours.

"Next, we have a challenge of a count of delegates from precinct..."

"Madam Chair," an older gentleman stood down on the court at the microphone below the podium. "Madam Chair, since it has been explained to us that this committee has been designed to act fairly according to the rules, and made its decisions with bi-partisan support, I would like to motion that we accept the committee's report in it's entirety." Thunderous applause erupted in the building. This man was an angel, sent perhaps by God himself, to save us the grueling agony of listening to each precinct's whiny little problem one-by-one.

"I second the motion," said a goofy volunteer standing next to him, again wearing one of those dangerous Uncle Sam bayonet hats.

"This motion is on the table," the madam chair stated, "but for it to go to vote first all of the committee recommendations must be read into the record." CCC seized his opportunity for the coup de gras and approached the microphone once again. Softly and swiftly each challenge was read into the record while the mass of minority reporters behind him shook their heads in disbelief.

"All in favor of accepting the committee's report in it's entirety, say 'Aye'."

"Aye." The resolution passed.

"Next, we must elect the permanent chairmen who will oversee the rest of the convention proceedings."

As seems customary with these kinds of things, the 'acting' chair was nominated and approved to be the permanent chair. Continuing down the list of positions to be filled, a few monkeys decided to get cute and run down from the stands to nominate their friends for the position. It really is true that you can't get a mass of people to sit down and shut the fuck up, even when it's in their own best interest to do so. The process which should have taken 5 minutes stretched into 15 as more fools lined up to nominate decidedly unqualified candidates.

"I move to end the nominations," the goofy volunteer finally spoke.

"Seconded," half the auditorium shouted out.

"With all positions elected," the temporary-turned-permanent chairwoman stated, "we can now move on to the precinct caucuses for state delegate selection."

(Conclusion ...)

Delegation, Part 5

2008-03-30T15:03:00.004-05:00

(Start with Part 1, most recent is Part 4)

It was no surprise when I finally walked up and found everyone else from my precinct sitting bored waiting for me to arrive. A small cheer erupted as I proudly displayed my substitute credentials papers and picked an empty seat at the top of our section. My legs wept for joy as I'd finally relieved them of their locomotive duties after so long; my stomach grumbled.

Despite the rules committees not being prepared for two hundred, much less two thousand, apparently the seating committee was planning for a full crowd of twenty thousand, and many precincts were seated up in the nosebleed section.

There were still a few unfortunate souls trying to prove themselves down in ~~hell~~ credentials, so we couldn't do much else but mingle. At this point I started evaluating disaster scenarios. Would there be other difficulties with my attendance? I didn't want to provide any basis for a challenge based on the stupid rules that these people had established. I looked down at the blue paper tied around my neck.


Credentials:  Precinct Chair Copy

"Damnit!" I'd torn and given the wrong sheet of paper to the precinct chair when I walked up. The flimsy twine dangled carelessly as I pulled the slip from around my neck and attempted to remove the permanent knot. "What next?" I thought to myself as I poked a hole through my copy of the credentials with a cheap Bic pen and re-threaded the twine.

"Can I have your attention please?" a high-pitched woman's voice echoed throughout the stadium. I glanced down to the floor where I could see a pink blur, somewhat in the shape of a female, standing on an elevated podium. "I would like to announce that the long line for the credentials table has finally been cleared, and all delegates are now validated." The statement resulted in an eruption of cheering, hooting, and hollering.

Finally we're getting somewhere.

"We still have a bit of work to do in the credentials committee before we can get to business, but since everyone is here we are going to start with our guest speakers."

Better than nothing, I suppose ...

For the next hour we were subjected to the ramblings of various politicians, either talking about how they got elected or, in most cases, how they were going to be elected in November. Another recurring theme was the circle-jerk of Democrat promotion, supported by the impression that all of the people present were there to support the party, where in reality 95% of those people were there to support a nominee. Yes, you fools are going to benefit in November because of the backlash straight-party ticket voting this year, but other than that nothing of what you say is particularly relevant to my current situation.

I walked up to my precinct chair and asked how much longer it'd be before we voted. "Oh, it'll probably be at least four o'clock, maybe five or six at this rate." We were originally told we'd be done by noon, one at the latest.

"Do you think they'll move the voting up, since that's what most people are here for?"

"Maybe, but I wouldn't count on it." Thus ended any hopes I had of catching up to my wife at the birthday party.

Elenor, an elderly women who required the use of a walker to get around, spoke to me as I started back to my chair. "Have you never been to one of these things before? Where were you in 2004?" she quipped in an unfriendly tone.

I was at home, bitch, enjoying my Saturday with a margarita by the pool waiting for the general election since John Ketsup had already won the damn nomination.

"Now Elenor that's not necessary." responded the precinct chair with whom I'd been conversing prior. I returned to my seat to phone my wife and deliver the news. My stomach yelled.

I did briefly consider visiting the food vendors and satiating my belly, but one look down that hallway forced my change of plans. My belly remained frustrated, but my legs told me that I'd made the right call.

At around 2:00 we were beckoned to move down to closer (e.g. on the floor) seats by our precinct secretary. A few of our membership had vertigo and couldn't join us up above, and it was obvious there were plenty of seats available down below. I helped Elenor descend slowly down the steep staircase, passed the morbidly obese woman who was sitting on the stairs because she "couldn't fit" into any of the chairs. My thighs stung with muscle pain as I slumped into my new chair.

It wasn't but a few minutes later that we heard over the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, the credentials committee has finished and we are now ready to begin this convention!"

My stomach cried.

(continued ...)

Delegation, Part 4

2008-03-30T11:54:00.004-05:00

(Start with Part 1, most recent is Part 3)

"At least it's inside," I thought to myself as I turned to walk through the double glass doors.

My coordinator, P, was just inside, and I informed her of my situation. We walked down the north hall together and found a spot in the line, and then she went searching for answers to my missing file.

What could the issue possibly be? I had voted during my lunch break on election day, and had been validated at the caucus later that evening. There were roll sheets with my name and voting page from the caucus, and I had signed the same sheet that all of the other delegates had signed. No one else in my group seemed to have this problem. I'd been sent to hell's equivalent of a penalty box, sequestered from my pack and left alone to contemplate my sins.

Perhaps "left alone" isn't quite the right term, for there were certainly a lot of people in this line and it was continuing to grow. The crowding of this line was compounded by the increasing activity of the concessions stands against the other wall. Much like a cholesterol buildup, the thickening against both sides of the artery made flow difficult, and was eventually going to give someone a heart attack. Why didn't they put us in the other hall, away from the vendors? The world may never know.

I leaned back against the dark brick wall near a side exit. Quite often people would cut through the line at this point and step outside, presumably to fill their lungs with cancer dust. There was no more movement or adjustment of scenery, just a lot of staring across the hallway at the validated spending hundreds of dollars on nachos and sodas. It was nearing noon, and I was starting to regret my decision to pass on breakfast earlier. Other body stresses, including but not limited to my tiring legs and feet, kept my mind off the food situation for the moment.

P arrived, but with little new information. She pointed out that many precincts were having similar issues, a fact I'd already divined from the increasingly dense line that now ran around the corner, end out of sight. She reserved my spot in line while I took a short jaunt over to the men's room to provide my body a little relief. I returned to the same exact spot a few minutes later and resumed the wait. At this point I had been standing for four hours straight.

Irritability crept in around me. The inhabitants started complaining, at first just amongst themselves, but later towards the volunteers who were trying to sort out and relay information regarding the situation. One of the volunteers, a very young, average build brunette wearing an Uncle Sam top-hat with bayoneted American flag, was trying her damnedest to be as helpful as she possibly could. Unfortunately for her, this meant that most of the ridicule was directed her way. She ran up and down the lines trying to resolve some of the larger scale problems, e.g. entire precincts missing, and asking people to stay against the walls such that traffic could still flow.

"They aren't going to start without us," I stated plainly to P as she returned to stand with me in line. "And besides, I've got nowhere else to be today." That was a lie. At this point I'd be hard pressed to reach my nephew's first birthday party later in the afternoon. Things were not progressing nearly as quickly as we'd originally been told, and those of us in the credentials line were preventing the process from moving forward.

The crowding to my left eventually started to thin, followed by actual movement in that direction. After taking care of the large scale problems, the needs of the individuals were being addressed. This wasn't apparent to the man in front of me, who continued to interrogate the young volunteer. As she was moving away, I caught her attention.

"Thank you," I stated sincerely. She nodded and smiled.

"You're doing a heck of a job!" declared a larger young man standing right behind me. "Keep up the good work!" She nodded again and hustled down the hallway to resolve more complaints.

"She really needed that," he commented in my direction.

"Yeah, it's a thankless job."

A short while later my precinct chair arrived with a clump of documents, on top of which was a list of names including mine stamped with the page numbers of the voting rolls - solid evidence of my attendance at both the voting and local caucus. The chair of the credentials committee (CCC) came over to discuss some issues with a couple of squeaky wheels standing behind me from precinct 2107. Somehow I was lumped in with them as he, for yet a still unknown reason, whisked us to the front of the line (much to the ire of some of the volunteers). I did as I was told, and finally arrived at the credentials table.

The reasons for the sluggishness were more transparent upon approaching the table. Three volunteers shuffled through huge boxes of files, notebooks, and other documentation trying to resolve various issues. Folders were strewn all over the place, and a bunch of people stood along the walls filling out registration forms. The mass of people filling out replacement forms clogged the traffic artery so much that a disabled woman couldn't get through to her seat. A fist-fight nearly erupted as one of the plebeians violently disagreed with some of the volunteers' shouting to clear out the hallway, and I stood directly between the two of them.

It was this point at which I first considered abandoning my post. I could handle the waiting, the bureaucratic incompetence, the unpleasant smells of human bodies in close proximity, but not conflict. I stayed my course, however, and filled out my little blue form.

"Ok, take this back outside to the front tables and they will get you taken care of."

"Thanks," I whispered as I started my journey back down the same hallway I'd stood in for two hours.

I breeched the outside doors to return to the massive crowd outside, but the plaza was empty. I was expecting to return to a massive crowd of waiting entrants, even though I knew that plenty of time had passed to get everyone signed in. I punched a hole in my blue slip with a cheap Bic pin, threaded through a flimsy swatch of twine, and tied the lanyard around my neck.

"Finally, I am a validated delegate." I thought to myself as I turned to walk through the double glass doors.

(continued ...)

Delegation, Part 3

2008-03-30T09:29:00.004-05:00

(Start with Part 1, most recent is Part 2)

A large mass of people oozed from the entrance to the coliseum, filling out to the edge of the street. Makeshift signs with four-digit numbers hovered above the crowd, held aloft by tired arms. A select few of these displays looked professionally made, as if the owners had known what to expect. The rest were scrawled on notebook paper, cardboard, spiral notebook backing, or whatever else would hold marker ink.

"So, where is our precinct?" I asked as I scanned the pages above the heads.

"Well, there's 2107, we're probably pretty close to them." Our coordinator, P, pointed out a waving sheet of yellow notebook paper on which the digits 2107 were scribbled. We navigated around a T-shirt booth and began to wedge ourselves into the crowd.

Thus began the standing and waiting. It turns out that we were actually being "organized" by precinct groups, listed on large signs taped to the columns of the entry. It was difficult to see these signs, however, since they were attached at eye-level. It also didn't help that they were trying to stick to plaster using packing and masking tape and the signs were continually falling.

A mosquito landed on my arm an instant before its life ended. "Now I know why they wanted to start so early," I quipped. "In a couple of hours the mosquitoes will be feasting on us."

The blob slowly progressed towards the doors. The movement wasn't really noticeable, but every so often I'd look up and the trees would be in a different place. Over an hour passed, and aside from some parallax against the distant scenery, nothing changed.

"Hey guys, move on up here," I heard P shout as she finally motioned us forward. The remaining 6 of us wove ourselves through the mosh pit and up to the pillars where the registration tables were established.

"Name and precinct?" a burly man in a navy windbreaker asked as I approached. I handed over my identification and waited while he sorted through a file of blue papers.

"You're not in here," he finally resolved as he finished looking through the papers a second time. "Are you an alternate?"

"No, I am a delegate, I should be in there."

"Well in that case, you're going to need to go to credentials."

"Credentials?"

(continued ...)

Delegation, Part 2

2008-03-30T00:38:00.005-05:00

(Read Part 1 frst...)

"Exit here."

"Here?"

"Yes!" I declared, with the added emphasis of the change lanes hand motion. I'm sure it's not standard ASL, but anyone who's ever featured me as a back seat driver has seen it.

"Ok, exit 4, I see it now."

Aside from a little heavier than expected traffic, and the select bunch of Formula1 enthusiasts who like to practice their skillz on 75, the trip was quiet and insignificant. After taking exit 4 we proceeded down a few more blocks before turning right onto the university campus. Rounding the corner, we immediately realized that today was going to be a very long day.

Two exceedingly long lines of automobiles snaked from the mouth of the tiny garage we'd been instructed to park in. Slowly and steadily the cars filed in, one from the east followed by one from the west, ad infinitum. Fifteen minutes later Grandma Dee's SUV crossed the boulevard and into the building.

"Oh, we have to pre-pay?" asked Dee when confronted immediately by a parking attendant.

"Yes ma'am, it's five bucks."

"Oh, ok!" She rummaged through her enormous pearl handbag. "Do you have change for a fifty?"

For such a diminutive looking building, the garage had quite a few floors. After spiraling up a few levels looking for a handicapped spot, Dee decided to go her own way, quite literally, down a one-way passage. Ignoring shouts from a couple of pedestrians we found a cute spot near the elevators.

"I hope we remember where we parked," I said, knowing that I'd most likely not be catching this ride on the return trip.

"Hold on, honey. I can't walk as fast as you guys." In our eagerness to reach the elevator, we had significantly outdistanced Grandma Dee. We took a few steps back, and then resumed at a more relaxed pace. "I just had hip replacement surgery, so I can't move like I used to..."

Shortly before reaching the elevator doors other members of our Pea caravan merged into our clique, and we got into the elevator. As the doors closed behind us we heard running footsteps. I quickly pulled the door back to allow Harry in. The doors closed fully and the compartment descended. We exited the room on the ground floor, and rounded a corner to exit the building.

Waiting for us was a huge mass of penguins, huddled together waiting for the storm.

(continued ...)

Delegation, Part 1

2008-03-29T23:54:00.007-05:00

6:30 on a Saturday mor[snooze]...

6:37 on a Saturday mor[snooze]...

6:44 on a Saturday morning. "I really shouldn't have stayed up to watch last night's Woot!," I thought as my throbbing brain pushed my limp body out of bed. What is wrong with these people that they start at 8:00am? I stumbled over to the shower and started the water running.

At 7:03 I was up and rockin' towards the door. A quick drop by the bank to get money for parking, then a quick soda at the Golden Arches, and I'd be meeting up behind the Pea with the rest of the crazies. I pulled into the perpetually near-empty parking lot and glimpsed a few citizens mingling amongst some cars behind the deprecated restaurant. My car slid easily into an open spot, and I stepped outside into the hazy morning air for the first time.

"You with us?" asked a middle-aged black woman in an Acura SUV.

"I think so."

"Well get on in this car, honey. Where's your coat?"

Grandma Dee had rightly pointed out that I was a bit under-dressed for the current weather conditions. I knew it was a bit nippy outside, but I figured that later when I was to be huddled around like a bunch of penguins fighting off an Antarctic icestorm, a coat might be a bit uncomfortable and cumbersome. I reached for the doorhandle and pulled myself inside.

"I'm Grandma Dee -- here, read this" she insisted as she pulled from a stack of month-old school newsletters and plopped a copy down in my lap. "Turn to page 10. That'll tell you all about me."

Sure enough, that one-page article told me all I'd ever need to know about Grandma Dee. She was the featured employee of the month for one of the local community colleges. An Eagle Scout, operator of several non-profit charity groups, with a Master's Degree in social services, she was quite accomplished. I maintained my stoic pose as she socialized with some recent arrivals.

"Wow, Grandma Dee, is there anything you haven't done?" inquired one who'd obviously just finished reading the tabloid.

Shortly our coordinator arrived, and we started arranging transport. "Do you want a ride down there?" Dee asked.

"Sure, that'd be cool." I cringed when the words came out of my mouth -- "cool"? You'd think my vocabulary could be a bit more sophisticated amongst such company.

"Alright, but I may need you to help with directions."

"Sure," I said, struggling intently not to repeat the immature phrase. "I know how to get down there."

I remained silent as the newcomer amongst a group who obviously knew each other decently well. A few more vehicles arrived, and eventually we concluded that our entire membership was accounted for and ready to caravan. Another passenger jumped into our van, and we began driving towards the highway.

(continued ...)

Starting a Civilization 4 PitBoss Game

2007-12-18T13:40:00.001-06:00

I am looking to set up a multi-player game of Sid Meier's Civilization IV.

The game will be run through the PitBoss application, allowing for players to log in and take their turn at their leisure, instead of requiring all players to be logged on for a marathon session of gaming. A game of this nature will require very little time per day (up to 10-15 minutes), but will require players to keep up with their turns and may last a very long time.

I am looking for between 4 to 10 dedicated players to participate, and I'd like to be up and running by this weekend. What you will need:

A copy of Civilization 4
Patch 1.74
A computer capable of running Civ 4 (on Windows or possibly Wine/Cedega)

I will provide a link to the 1.74 patch for any interested parties. I cannot assist with requirement number 3.

If you are interested, or would like more details on the first two requirements, please do not hesitate to email. Game details (world size, computer civs, etc) will be hashed out amongst interested participants later in the process.

Also, I do not mind if players invite close friends who may also be interested, as long as they aren't jackasses.

I apologize if you've received this message in both blog and email form, I'm just trying to get the message out to as many interested parties as possible.

Nearing Conclusion

2007-11-19T11:23:00.001-06:00

The following Saturday night we held a party for work and llama friends to express our appreciation for gifting me extra vacation time for my surgery and to celebrate the baby coming "any day now". People seemed to have a good time, and it did not degenerate into a Wii party like The Captain (absent) feared. I must admit though that when only a few people remained we did break out the Mario Kart on the DS. Most of the remainder of that weekend was spent cleaning house for party preparation and finalizing the baby room.

On Thursday we all went to Gloria's to celebrate the birthing of Smurf. We actually had a decent turn-out of eight llamas for this gathering. Does that count as a pack? As usual I stuffed myself on their wonderful black bean dip. The evening was concluded with cake ( no lie!).

This weekend was a calm before the brewing storm. Wife slept a bit and did some baby preparation stuff (pre-washing diapers, etc), while I played games for many hours and watched football on Sunday. Even though we were relatively lazy, we did finalize some baby stuff such as installing the car seat base, and I think we are ready whenever the day arrives.

Does anyone want a free copy of Half-Life 2? Preferably someone with a computer that at least meets the minimum requirements.

The next three weeks are going to be crazy for me. For school, I need to complete one homework, and then put together some project / report before next Monday. I have a final on Wednesday, pushed back from Friday due to baby uncertainty. I then have another exam on the following Thursday, the time and date firmly fixed. I also have to prepare for and deliver a presentation next Thursday for work. Combine all of that with the baby uncertainty, and it could be pretty freaking crazy.

If you have read this far, you win a prize! You can subscribe to my twitter feed to receive a near-instant notification on the birth of our baby! Before any phone calls are made, I will be updating Twitter via SMS. Isn't technology great? No, this isn't a ridiculous attempt to get more followers, although I won't complain if that is the end result.

Speaking of twitter, I had to drop the CNN feed because the people running it are idiots. They post news story headlines, but not a corresponding link to the full article; totally useless.

One other rant: if you are signing up for a gift registry (wedding, baby, etc) be advised that Target no longer accepts returns from the registry. You pretty much have to present a receipt to return any item now. Wife said, "I would not have registered at Target if I'd known that."

On Returning

2007-11-19T10:42:00.001-06:00

The month of November has blown passed like a swift blue northern wind. It seems like only yesterday that people were dressed up in costume, screaming like mad that they were "the devil" and cutting themselves on a San Antonio city bus. Ah, public transit ... but I digress.

I obviously made it home safely, even though I never detailed my return trip. We were held way late by a useless meeting on the final day, and did not get on the road until nearly 7:00pm. The drive is about 5 hours, plus we stopped at Applebee's for dinner and were delayed 11 minutes by construction traffic, so we arrived at the office at 1:20am on Friday. I slept in the following morning, returned the rental van around noon, and lazily strode into work around 1:30pm. At around 3:30 I concluded the work day and headed home to prepare for my evening.

We drove to Grand Prairie that evening to take part in the first of two high school reunion activities: a good ol' trouncing of the football team. On the way we met my mom at Don Juan's and had an enjoyable conversation. The football game was awful, but there was enough socialization with former classmates to make it worth while. After the game wife and myself talked with one person for nearly 30 minutes in the parking lot before it grew too chilly to continue the chatter.

We returned to GP the following day for the second activity: a dinner social at the horse race track. The event was held in a large suite on the northern end of the grandstands. The food was excellent, and there was a lot of baby talk as we sat amongst other pregnant couples. My previous experience with horse racing was limited to spectacle events on television, mainly the Kentucky Derby. Did you know that they usually don't run in a circle? Apparently it's more of a drag race style for most events, even though they have a huge oval track. As a matter of fact, the horse racing aspect of the event was extremely boring. Who spends their Saturday night watching 15 second races separated by 20 minute breaks? Wife took some pictures of one race, and of the "track zamboni" tractors, and then we called it a night.

SA Road Trip: Day 2

2007-10-31T23:19:00.001-05:00

This morning was the beginning of the conference, and I am bored to tears. After about an hour I have found out how to route around the Hotel firewall and get Internet for free. How come nice hotels charge $10 per day for Internet access while cheap hotels give it away for free? Oh, that's right: because they can. Well they're not getting my money, the bastards. Speaking of rip-off, the hotel provides bottled water (Aquafina) for $5 a bottle . Five fucking dollars for bottled tap water. Not only that, but they charge you instantly when you remove the bottle from its special holder. The refrigerator is rigged the same way. I skipped the bottle and just got water out of the tap last night.

Back to the conference ... oh god am I bored. After a few more of these talks the Linguist goes on stage, and afterwards we will be setting up the hardware for our demos this afternoon. Three hours of pain and glory, and our work here will be done.

(10 hours later ...)

Pain? Yes. Glory? Not so much. The demo went well for the most part, but of course there were some snags. We brought only personal laptops, so when it came time to set up I was asked to lend my computer to the cause. I could not explain, but I was strongly hesitant. I soon realized why ...

We spent from about noon until 2pm tweaking settings on my laptop (which I'll have to revert tonight), and got things working. We actually had two demos running (overkill), one to a remote server and one locally. The most significant snag involved difficulties with my hackish subversion of the hotel wireless Internet and a certain Smurf cleaning my baby room carpet at home. Very confusing and complicated, but the full story is too embarrassing to not tell in person.

After the demos, we packed up and shoved all the hardware into our hotel room before going down for the "awards ceremony", a.k.a. "The Wake". This was an exclusive event, requiring a $35 prepay to simply attend. Naive as I am, I assumed this sum would include some sort of celebratory drinks. Alas, I was sorely mistaken. It was $35 just to get into the door, and another $7 for shitty beer. I once again gave a hearty "F You" to the hotel (existentially), and vowed to take my drinking money elsewhere. Each one of the teams were awarded cute little "homemade" trophies, and then we GTFO.

When I first heard of a restaurant named Mexican Manhattan, I laughed. I've eaten at enough out-of-town Mexican food restaurants to know that I wouldn't want anything of that genre in some place like New York. Unfortunately the conference directors obviously haven't the same experience, and that is where we were to go for dinner. The peeps and myself did a bit of scouting to confirm the suspicions. "It's like a Mexican Waffle House," I stated as we peered into the dirty windows of a truck-stop style diner. We cringed, and we laughed. Soon over 50 academics and government officials would be cramming into this tiny shithole of a Mexican food restaurant.

We needed drinks, and we had to keep moving to avoid being mugged. Around the corner and back towards the hotel we found a fantastic restaurant along the Riverwalk, called Ácenar. We told our waiter that our final destination was Mexican Manhattan; he rolled his eyes in an "Oh god that place is nasty" kind of way, and seemed motivated to ease us through the pain with servings of alcohol. The Linguist bought us a couple of rounds, I personally partook of a Three Citrus Magarita and an Amaretto Sour. I was sufficiently intoxicated at this point to encounter the rest of the group and take my chances on the sketchy MM.

It turns out that the place had a lot more seating than originally advertised, including a balcony overlooking the Riverwalk where we all sat. The locals gave us serious "WTF" looks as we all clamored towards the back. The six of us sat with the Big Boss and had good conversation along with our awful food. The Linguist ordered nachos but instead got a big vat of cheese with a few chips thrown in. J-Dub and myself both got cheap dinner plates that looked and tasted straight like Pancho's. I had another margarita (hey, why not?) but it was extremely salty (oh, that's why not ...)

After dinner we embarked on a quest to find The Alamo. It didn't take too long for us to find ourselves lost walking around downtown San Antonio looking at the confusing street signs. At one point The Skeptic pointed out that we were headed towards the Alamo Dome, which we had to explain was actually a sports arena and not a historical site. We backtracked a bit, and almost as soon as we were back at our hotel, we found the Alamo. Apparently the Hyatt is only a block from it, and none of us knew. The Skeptic took some pictures, and The Captain was scolded by a Texas Ranger for touching the outer wall.

Filled with new inspiration, we crossed the roads like chickens and wandered into the little tourist shops along Alamo Plaza. The Captain bought a shirt to send home to his parents, and the Big Boss bought something as well. I made the most of the opportunity by purchasing some Ozarka bottled water for $1 a piece, practically a steal considering the hotel prices. We then triumphantly stumbled a block west into our hotel, up the elevators, and back to the room in which I now sit.

Tomorrow morning will be filled with more boring presentations, but at least we have no demo to set up. We will be leaving here around 5pm tomorrow, hopefully arriving in Richardson by 10. I may need a ride from the airport since I haven't exactly made arrangements for dropping off the rental van yet.

SA Road Trip: Day 1

2007-10-31T21:52:00.001-05:00

Last night a group of coworkers and myself embarked on a business trip to San Antonio. We decided to rent and drive a minivan down rather than fly, due to costs / difficulties associated with flying, especially since we had to bring a bit of hardware for this trip. I took it upon myself to drive, since I have motion sickness as a passenger.

Since yesterday was "Steal a base, steal a taco" day, we hit several Taco Bell restaurants on the way down. We hit one in Hillsboro, two in Temple, and one in Belton. We arrived to the last one at 4:55, 5 minutes before the free taco deadline. It was surprisingly adventurous, and hopefully the Linguist will get the video edited and posted to YouTube sometime tonight.

The trip took about 5.5 hours, which is still pretty good time considering our TB excursions. We got checked into the Hotel, then went to dinner down on the Riverwalk. Mexican food was absolutely out of the question, but in San Antonio that severely limits your dining options. We were finally lured into a tiny Italian place by gaudy holiday lights. There were about 8 tables inside, of which we occupied 2. It just so happened that our arrival corresponded with the beginning of a belly dancer's performance, of which we were highly encouraged to watch and be entertained. The result was that I was annoyed more than anything else, and really just wanted to eat and leave.

Eventually we did eat, and we did leave. We stopped by a pub along the way back, and enjoyed beers and healthy conversation in the open air along the river. When I sat down to have a beer, my initial thought was, "I'm out of town, so they probably won't have Shiner Bach." Of course my you're a dumbass reflex reminded me that we are still in Texas, and in fact much closer to Shiner, TX than in Dallas, and I got one on draft. TJ ordered some frys in curry sauce, which was damn good snackin'.

Fail

2007-10-18T14:06:00.001-05:00

The first half of October has been rather disappointing. Things started to go downhill with the cancellation of a test, and ended with me drowning my sorrows in a pint of Shiner last night. So, from the beginning ...

The first two days of the month I spent preparing for a test on the third. Having studied and worked problems for several hours, I felt adequately prepared for the exam. Unfortunately, the exam was suddenly and inexplicably canceled at the last minute. A short game of telephone revealed one of the most bizarre works of non-fiction that I've ever heard. Confounded and disappointed, I skipped my workout for that day. Incidentally, I haven't been to the gym since.

On the way home, my wife informed me that she had punched a hole in the wall and flooded the kitchen (all by accident, of course), and that we needed to take the cats to the vet. I attempted to solve those problems to the best of my ability, although we still have a hole in our bedroom wall. Wednesday was also most likely the day I acquired a contagious flu-like virus, which punished me from Thursday through Sunday, including a missed work day on Friday.

The following Wednesday I "aced" the test for which I had prepared a week earlier. From this point the over-indulgence in useless crap (i.e. playing Civilization IV) impeded my progress on more important tasks. I completely screwed up my sleep schedule by playing past midnight most nights, and until 2:00am at least twice.

I had planed on playing in the PokerStars WBCOOP tournament on Sunday, but failed to even get in the door because tried to sign up about 4 hours too late. I take comfort in knowing that I would not have won anything even if I had managed to register.

My favorite sports teams have aided in my disappointment, since both the Stars and the Cowboys have played pretty awful. It could be worse, I suppose ... I could be a Buffalo fan.

Last night I got the results back for the test, and my results were less than satisfactory. I demonstrated that I completely understood the problems, but was significantly discounted because I didn't show my work in the 'proper format'. Angry and disappointed, I strongly suggested to a friend that he join me for a beer. I vented while he offered advice on how to adjust the test situation.

I continued my venting / contemplation with my wife after I got home. She had been on vacation for the past few days, so it was good to see her again, but I'm sure I offloaded quite a lot. At that point I came to the conclusion is that my main problem is with myself, and I need to make a concentrated effort to succeed in life, and not continue to procrastinate or otherwise waste time with useless endeavors.

The Stars won last night with an overtime shootout, having never lead during the entire game. I suppose if they can rise up, so can I.

Declaring My Eligibility

2007-10-12T23:20:00.000-05:00

This post is to declare that I am, indeed, going to participate in this year's PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker ... damn that's a long event title. Last year I did pretty darn well in this event, making it all the way up to 36 out of a field of over a thousand, winning the iPod Nano to which I now listen every day.

My poker skills are a bit rusty these days, since the U.S. Congress knows what's better for me and my gambling "problem", although I still play the government-sponsored lottery a few times a month (go figure). I am hoping that I can at least make a show of it, and not do something incredibly stupid. I don't mind losing straight up, and I don't mind a bad beat, but I don't want to defeat myself.

Luckily I don't have to go through any hoops to deposit money for this event, since it is 100% free for anyone that has a blog. Yes, even you! As a matter of fact, you should sign up, because the worst that can happen is that you spend a couple of hours with good friends such as me and Wil, and win nothing. The best that can happen? Well I'm shooting for 3rd place, where the big screen TV, SLR camera, and nice camcorder come as a prize package. I wouldn't mind a new iPod either, though ...

Sign-ups end tomorrow at 6p.m. Eastern (that's 5:00 pm for us in Central)

I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker!

This Online Poker Tournament is a No Limit Texas Holdem event exclusive to Bloggers.

Registration code: 8795382

Craigslist Fun

2007-10-01T21:27:00.001-05:00

One of my most delightful discoveries over the past year was craigslist. I had heard about it for several years but never really checked it out. When there came a time to buy and sell large furniture and workout equipment, I knew where to go.

These days I check CL periodically: the electronics, the computer stuff, and of course the free section. Today, however, I took a random jaunt onto the 'best of' section. That is where I found this little gem.

Godspeed ...

Burrito for 20070921

2007-09-21T15:57:00.001-05:00

I'm now calling my summary posts 'Burrito's instead of 'TwitterWrap's, because they really don't have anything do with Twitter. Why "burrito" instead of something more exotic like "gyro"? Well, the site is called Don Juan's Romantic Mexican Food, not Theo's Mediterranean Cafe, now isn't it?

Now that we've gotten that trivial clarification out of the way ...

Sports

My throat is sore and my body exhausted from attending my first Stars game of the (pre)season. Both Wife and myself had a lot of fun, but not quite to the level of a regular season game. I think during the preseason there should be a general admission cost of $10, and seats should be FCFS. It's stupid to have the lower bowl almost completely empty, with the upper bowl sparse. Let the upper-deck people move down and see what they're missing, and build a stronger atmosphere in the building. A variant of this would be to allow people to sit in any available seat after the second period.

Ian 'Lappy' Laperriere, in a totally classless act, cross-checked Jussi Jokinen in the face after play had stopped late in the third period. I seriously hope that the league is reviewing the incident and hands down a 1-2 game suspension.

Baby

Tuesday night we went to this huge consignment sale for babies / expectant parents. It started at 9:00pm, which means we didn't get out of there until near midnight. We got some good deals on furniture and clothes, but I have been pretty exhausted ever since.

We've been looking at names, using a Google Spreadsheet to consolidate names we've found from NameVoyager and Nymbler. I'm hoping we can negotiate a deal during the off-season so that we don't have to take the name selection issue to binding arbitration.

Game Review: Dungeon Runners

2007-09-18T18:32:00.001-05:00

Title: Dungeon Runners
Publisher: NCSoft
Genre: MMORPG
Price: $0.00 USD *
Rating: B

Sometime last week I caught a link to a review of NCSoft's new MMO, Tabula Rasa, on Ars Technica. Inside that review was a link to another review, for Dungeon Runners. If not for this fortunate clicking, I may never have even heard of this game. I know that my readership is slightly smaller than Ars, but I figure it can't hurt to put out my own opinion.

Acquiring the game was as simple as downloading and running the installer from the website. The installer downloads the modules needed for Dungeon Runner and the PlayNC launcher. The entire process took about 10 minutes on my ridiculously fast Internet connection -- your mileage may vary.

The most luring feature of this game is it's price: zero; goose-egg; nada. It costs no money to start nor continue playing for as long as you like, but of course there's always a catch. You do need a PlayNC account, so you can either create one or enable Dungeon Runners using your old City of Heroes login. I chose the latter, and was soon building my very own Dungeon Runner.

The character creation is lacking quite a bit. The male models all look the same, except for their facial expression. The hair colors and styles add only a slight bit more variety. You can chose to start as one of three classes: Ranger, Fighter, Mage. This selection is only significant in that it determines your starting attributes and skills. Once in the game, you can purchase skills from any of the class trainers to become a "hybrid" character.

After creating your character you will be taken to the server selection screen. Dungeon Runners is different from many MMOs in that you can play your character on any server. On a Friday night, which is usually a "peak" time, each of their 6 PvE servers had between 100 and 150 players logged in, and the single PvP server had less than 50. I have not played on the PvP server, as it's never really been my cup o' tea.

Upon selecting a server, you appear in Dew Valley, the newbie zone, with all of your fellow "n00bs". After walking around for just a few seconds you find NPCs with big yellow exclamation points ! over their heads, exactly like World of Warcraft. The quest system is intuitive if you've played any MMO since EverQuest, and by your interactions you will soon observe that this game is more about humor and fun than seriousness.

After obtaining a few quests, it's time for your first jaunt into a "dungeon", your very own instance of Dew Valley Forest. With your cardboard sword and paper armor you set out to fight - you guessed it - wolves and rats. From this point, you will notice striking similarities between Dungeon Runners and Diablo - the "click-oriented" combat system, the square grid inventory, and your increasing dependence on health and mana potions. Dungeon Runners also expands upon Diablo's multi-level item rarity system, with "rainbow colored" items being the pinnacle of loot achievement.

By this point you've probably noticed, either on the website or in rainbow-colored text on the game UI, something about "membership". This is the "catch" that I mentioned earlier in this review. To become a "member" costs $4.99US per month. Membership benefits include: login queue priority, access to a bank vault, ability to use stackable potions, and "access to the highest quality in-game items".

While it is optional, soon you begin to realize how limiting it is to not be a member. The login queue priority is insignificant, since even at peak times you can easily find a server on which to play. The bank access and potions may be much more significant at higher levels, but not right away. However, what the website means by "highest quality" items, it really means that if you do not join, you can't use anything beyond the equivalent of common loot. By level 4 I was already acquiring items that were "membership only", and it must only get worse from there.

Overall this game is fun, and I find humorous the amount of parody this game plays against other MMOs. The environment feels like a graphical MUD, in which you can have "World Chat" enabled and not be completely spammed. I would enjoy getting together with friends once or twice a month for some "Dungeon Running", but I don't think it's worth five bucks a month to me.

Burrito for 20070918

2007-09-18T16:48:00.001-05:00

Didn't quite have time to post last Friday, I know you all have been waiting in eager anticipation.

Sports

It's finally sports season again. The Cowboys have been posting up the big points for their first two games, and tonight is the first pre-season game for the Stars. Wife and myself are actually going to the hockey game on Thursday night against the Avs. I'm not going to follow hockey quite so intently this year ( i.e. I may opt to not watch a few games on TV, specifically west-coast weeknight games), but I'm still looking forward to it.

Games

I got in a little bit of game time over the weekend, though I should have been working on homework. I tried a new game by NCSoft called Dungeon Runners , and I plan to post a review soon. I am also wanting to have a look at Tabula Rasa, but haven't gotten to that yet.

Random

I spent an unreasonable amount of time on Amazon's Mechanical Turk trying to find that idiot Steve Fossett. I'm disappointed that he hasn't been found, and is probably distributed amongst the stomachs of several large buzzards now, but he really should have requested a radar follow.

Google Transit added DART routes to their system today. I didn't even know Google had a module for mass transit systems. Now I'll know exactly which train I must miss in order to be late for an event.

Apparently someone at work found the motivational posters, and Tina hanged them on the walls at the end of the rows. You know the ones; a random picture juxtaposed with a single large word and a silly phrase beneath ... like these, but not funny.

For the hell of it, I briefly looked at pet social networking sites, mostly for my own amusement. I think my dog can have his own Dogster page sometime after he learns to send email. During my research into this subject, I found SNIF, which is probably about the closest you can get to having the pet build its own social network. Interesting idea, and I look forward to seeing how it looks when they "go live", but it's currently an order of magnitude too expensive for widespread adoption, I think.

Burrito for 20070907

2007-09-07T17:04:00.001-05:00

Critters

Friday morning we had an uninvited guest sneak into our house. Wife called around 10am to let me know there was a rat in the computer room ... but it has large eyes like a racoon, so maybe it isn't a rat. Oh by the way, it's hanging by its tail on a desk beam. "It is a Opossum?" I asked. "Yes, that's it, a Opossum!"

She had to leave for work, so I told her I'd look for it when I got home. After several minutes I couldn't find the little bugger, so I gave up trying. A little while later I found him tucked up inside one of our bookshelves. I grabbed him by the tail and dropped him into the waiting pet carrier. Not being park rangers, we had no idea what to feed it so we dropped in some string cheese and headed out to dinner.

We contacted a wildlife rehabilitator for relocation, which is when we found out that apples, not cheese, was probably better for its diet. It wasn't until Monday that we were able to transfer our little marsupial to a better home.

Speaking of critters, FatCat is finally back from his hospital stay and seems to be slowly recovering. He's on meds currently, and will possibly be put on a special diet next week.

Sports

Saturday night I attended my first ever professional soccer game, FC Dallas vs DC United, thanks to free tickets supplied by The Captain. The company was excellent, the environment was fun, and the game was awful. The keeper, "Super Dario", was quite the opposite of super and gave up 4 weak goals. The team was demoralized after the second goal went in during stoppage time of the first half.

I went walking all three mornings of the long weekend, and played tennis with Smurf and Fabio on Sunday evening. My feet, calves, and butt were all quite sore Tuesday morning. I didn't get in a full workout at the gym on Wednesday due to insufficient H 20 resources.

School

There was only one class this week due to the holiday, and my professor was out of town. So instead of a substitute lecturer this time she put together a 75 minute vlog lecture for us to watch. I've got homework due on Monday which has progressed very little but I don't anticipate having much trouble with it.

iHype

Wednsday, of course, Apple revealed its new iPod / iPhone line-up and pricing, much to the dismay of all the suckers that spent $599 on a telephone, only to have the price drop $200 less than 2 months later. The only iPod I've ever really been interested in is the nano, and I am not yet sold on the widescreen edition. The iTouch looks neat, but not within my reasonable price range. After all of the pricing announcements there was a huge wave of Apple products on Craigslist trying to sell to other suckers before the new pricing was well known.

Random

This is the most beat up vehicle I've ever seen. It's hard to tell from the picture (camera phones suck), but it has no doors, no windshield, and looks like it's been rolled a few times. It definitely caught quite a few stares from people traversing the parking lot. It was gone after lunch - we theorize that it was either towed or simply disintegrated on the spot.

Burrito for 20070831

2007-08-31T16:32:00.001-05:00

As stated before, I'm going to start compiling weekly wrap-ups, with elaboration, on my twitter posts (which are apparently called tweets) into almost useful blog posts.

Technology

First, I want to express my frustration with Twitter, because it appears to be flaky as hell. I've subscribed to several news and technology feeds and I am not getting IM notifications when they update, despite having all of my notifications enabled. Furthermore I am having problems completely removing feeds; instead I have just been disabling notifications. Boo, Twitter.

I've been working on my sister-in-law's PC over this week. I think I've finally narrowed the problem down to a hard drive failure, but it's taking a really long time to transfer all of their files so that I can reinstall Windows and all of that crap. I'm hoping that this is the last time someone asks me to work on a Windows PC for them. There are people who get paid full time salaries to work on this stuff, and I'm not one of them. I don't mind working on linux systems since I can do that remotely and they don't break very often.

Ignorance

My favorite technical bookstore, nerdbooks.com, happens to be located about 1/2 mile from work. Not only are their books always cheaper than on Amazon, but being able to walk into the store to browse and examine the merchandise is an extreme bonus. Recently, however, they've been forced to close their doors to the public because some people are "afraid of dogs", even though the two dogs in question are extremely well behaved and docile Labrador Retrievers. Nothing bothers me more than when I'm affected by the ignorance of other people. Luckily they are allowing existing customers to still enter through the side shipping entrance.

With regard to ignorance, I can't say that I'm surprised to hear this week that SAT scores are dropping. "No child left behind" my ass. I've got about 6 years to figure out how I'm going to finance at least one private school education.

School

Speaking of school, my class so far has covered no material that I'm not already extremely familiar with (depth-first tree search, queues, etc). I know at some point things will get interesting, but I'm glad things are simple for now. I should be using this lull to work on my independent development project.

Health

I've started going to the gym now that school has fired back up. I awoke at 6:00am on Wednesday to go secure a locker at the facility. I was able to procure a medium-sized locker; I wanted a large but they had only one available and The Captain was in line before me. Even if I had arrived before him I'd have surrendered my spot to him; he needs a large locker more than I do. The Smurf was mysteriously absent from the gym on both Wednesday and Friday morning.

Life Ambitions

This week's moon eclipse was fantastic even though it was way too early to be awake. Neither me nor my wife were able to get great pictures. It also got me thinking about solar eclipses, and I've determined that I must see one before I die. Unless I make a special international trip, the next most likely opportunity will be on Monday, August 21, 2017. I figure we can drive to the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska, set up a tent, and get in some great viewing / photos. Even better will be the event on Monday, May 8, 2024 in which the path of totality includes my house.

Friday

I haven't been productive since about 2:00pm today; it's been a long week and I'm out of GAFF ("Give a Fark Factor"). We had our monthly cake today , but not after we resisted their feeble attempts to move the cake up to the third floor. Our company split has been finalized (their keys are deactivated after today), yet they still had the nerve to try and steal our sugary goodness. My cake, damnit ... it's a good thing I worked out this morning. Finally going to see HP5 tonight; better late than on DVD.