<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254</id><updated>2024-10-11T16:28:52.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fakedogbert</title><subtitle type='html'>musings from one that&#39;s smarter than you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-794126099255085740</id><published>2008-01-26T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:40:37.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine III: Still Waiting For My Million-Dollar-Idea</title><content type='html'>While discussing some of this &#39;way back when&#39; with a engineering buddy the other day, we came to the topic of &#39;Why haven&#39;t we made our millions yet?&quot;. This question was raised as we were reflecting back on our careers, choices we&#39;ve made, and the friends we&#39;ve watched go from rags to riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it ever be our turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a very well balanced discussion as my buddy and I started our professional careers at approximately the same time. However we went very different routes. He was college educated, and found himself a secure job as a codemonkey for an oppressive corporation. I was a self-educated, high school dropout and decided to go indie (self-unemployed). Both of us work our butts off. Both of us have attempted to release software on our own, several attempts, neither had anything that really took off. I have now placed my indie efforts on hold and am employed for an oppressive corporation. The conclusion of the discussion was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&#39;ll never gain the freedom and recognition you desire from an oppressive corporation. If you want to be an engineering rock star, you gotta be indie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conclusion was mostly my sentiments based on experience in both indie and now corporate environments. However, &#39;Going Indie&#39; is by far the best example of &quot;easier said then done&quot; that I can think of. Being indie means you have superhero-like abilities for self-motivation, stress management, handling business paperwork, and dealing one-on-one with customers (usually the angry ones). The business management was the biggest challenge for me, I&#39;m an engineer, I hate paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really respect those who have successfully conquered challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Indie is a wonderful place to be. However I warn you now, the road to indie is the path less traveled, it&#39;s not something you can just glide into. It&#39;s an eroded dirt road that you have to pave by hand using nothing but blood, sweat, and code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;d wish you luck, but then you&#39;d probably actually succeed and I&#39;ll still be here waiting for mine.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/794126099255085740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/794126099255085740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/794126099255085740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/794126099255085740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-machine-iii-still-waiting-for-my.html' title='Time Machine III: Still Waiting For My Million-Dollar-Idea'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-6313443787305192498</id><published>2008-01-25T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:01:16.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine II: If I Installed That Mouse Odometer...</title><content type='html'>...way back in the day, I&#39;d be overdue for an oil change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/6313443787305192498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/6313443787305192498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/6313443787305192498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/6313443787305192498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-machine-if-i-installed-that-mouse.html' title='Time Machine II: If I Installed That Mouse Odometer...'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-8845347665715319538</id><published>2008-01-23T23:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:02:25.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Machine: Introduction</title><content type='html'>No, not Apple&#39;s breakthrough automatic backup solution. I&#39;m talking about 1.21 gigawatts of online nostalgia, a trip down memory lane. This article does have prerequisite on age. Some of the reference made may very well predate your existence. I am starting this timeline at my introduction to computer telecommunication. I was involved in computers for some time before this, but modems and such were not widely available yet (plus my mom wouldn&#39;t buy me one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you were online before the Internet was widely available? I&#39;m talking local BBSes, AOL, CompuServe, and Tymnet/X.25. Ever got online from C64 or TRS-80 on a B&amp;W television. Have you ever saved email to a cassette tape? There were my early days. My first email address was: 1:275/22.11. If the format of that address is not familiar to you it comes from a network called FidoNet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Back in the day&quot;, FidoNet was the only WAN that was readily accessible from the public. It used a host&lt;-&gt;host routing system not unlike what is used in today&#39;s Internet, the big difference was that each message that a host had to route required the host to dial-in to the remote host using POTS (Plain Old Telephone Service) with a modem. Unfortunately, most BBS hosts were run by working-class individuals who usually had at most only 2 or 3 dial-in lines and were always busy. You could be redialing for hours before making a successful connection (and 300 or 1200bps). Needless to say, but FidoNet message took forever to get delivered, days and sometimes weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were great times. Everyone you met online was just as excited and passionate as you were about this new telecommunication phenomenon. Everywhere you ventured there was a great possibility that you were discovering new territory. The entire world was beginning to jack-in, public wide-area networking in it&#39;s infancy creating a whole universe of unexplored, exciting adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...on the next episode of Time Machine; commercial online services (AOL, CompuServe)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/8845347665715319538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/8845347665715319538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/8845347665715319538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/8845347665715319538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-machine-introduction.html' title='Time Machine: Introduction'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-3217264195739975267</id><published>2007-11-21T21:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T21:48:22.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>404 Done Right</title><content type='html'>Quite often I just surf randomly around wikipedia, just gathering input, building my brain, and raising my level of awareness of the events taking place in the &quot;real world&quot;, a place I rarely visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During today&#39;s surf I managed to end up at the page for Toast (the CD recording software). The history of Toast is of particular interest to me because I have been a loyal user since it&#39;s inception and am now personal acquaintance and friend of many of it&#39;s developers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this page is a link to a particular company&#39;s website. Unfortunately, the link is no longer valid and you&#39;re redirected to the famous &#39;404 Page Not Found&#39; screen. Unfortunate? Not in this case! The text of the page reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;We&#39;re sorry. The page you were trying to view is no longer here. We hate this as much as you do, so we&#39;d like to offer you a coupon for 10% off your next order to make things right again.&quot;&lt;/em&gt; [followed by a personal coupon code]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% off!? A discount on your products because you broke your website and caused me great pain and suffering? You admit your fault and wish to offer me compensation? You are truly a great and honorable organization.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3217264195739975267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/3217264195739975267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/3217264195739975267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/3217264195739975267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2007/11/404-done-right.html' title='404 Done Right'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-5847912388931645601</id><published>2007-08-15T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T14:40:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When imbeciles &amp;quot;write&amp;quot; code...</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve recently discovered a rather catastrophic issue with a tool I use for code management...errr, backup, allow me to provide some context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first version of this tool, we&#39;ll call it ToolA, was fairly decent and did the job it was built to do. Unfortunately, the future development and support of ToolA was reassigned to a bunch of non-engineers, primarily HTML dolts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These in-duh-viduals &quot;re-factored&quot; ToolA into what we&#39;ll refer to as ToolB by basically modifying the UI and user interaction so that it so complicated and and nonintuitive that it&#39;s physically painful to use....and of course an entire company is now forced to use it. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to my issue. Cancel != Delete. I spent about 3 weeks writing some code, committed it to our system using ToolB as required. Great, no problem there. The problem comes about a week later (today) when I goto make a change. I login, bring up my project and begin my edit session...*ring* *ring*...doh! impromptu meeting I am required to run to. I click the &#39;Cancel&#39; button to end my edit session and run to my meeting, planning on continuing my project change later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in ToolB, Cancel apparently means Delete. *poof* My entire project is gone, like really gone. all records removed, pages deleted, and code deleted from source control, really deleted, no recovery possible, not even old versions. 3 weeks of work gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is going to get tortured for this.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/5847912388931645601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/5847912388931645601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/5847912388931645601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/5847912388931645601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-imbeciles-code.html' title='When imbeciles &amp;quot;write&amp;quot; code...'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-3322956965478842953</id><published>2007-08-14T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T15:50:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DrunkenBatman Is Not A Racist</title><content type='html'>Normally, cruel and unusual treatment of others is entertaining to me. However recently people who were not even attending the C4 conference are bouncing off the wall over a slide which was used by DrunkenBatman (&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.digg.com/apple/DrunkenBatman_goes_on_racist_tirade_at_C4_Mac_dev_conference&quot;&gt;Example&lt;/a&gt;). This is all very slanderous toward DB. If you were not attending the conference STFU now or else.... Mr. Jalkut has a good write-up on &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.red-sweater.com/blog/383/drunkenbatman-is-not-a-racist&quot;&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; that I agree gives the true story.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/3322956965478842953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/3322956965478842953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/3322956965478842953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/3322956965478842953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2007/08/drunkenbatman-is-not-racist.html' title='DrunkenBatman Is Not A Racist'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8001081018216292254.post-4804419885216556043</id><published>2007-08-11T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T10:27:02.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C4[1] Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m currently attending C4[1], a gathering of the better half of in-duh-viduals, in Chicago. Daniel Jalkut, the author of the wonderful MarsEdit software I am using to create this post just finished his semi-inspirational presentation. One of his pieces of advice was &quot;If you don&#39;t have a blog, give up&quot;. Obviously, I don&#39;t give up until I&#39;ve conquered, so welcome to my new blog. Unfortunately one thing he didn&#39;t mention about this blogging phenomenon is that it requires writing. How primitive. bah.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/feeds/4804419885216556043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8001081018216292254/4804419885216556043' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/4804419885216556043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8001081018216292254/posts/default/4804419885216556043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fakedogbert.blogspot.com/2007/08/c41-inspiration.html' title='C4[1] Inspiration'/><author><name>fakedogbert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15694901348097028372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>