Time to start getting involved. I guess.

Things are happening around me that are quite exciting. The area seems charged like it was back in the late nineties. Cool things are being developed, people are excited about the new opportunities, toys are around everywhere. Just a general feeling in the area that I can't say I've felt for a long time. Not quite heady/giddy days of the last bubble, but definitely one of promise and hope.

And in that vein, while recognizing that networking is crucial for new ideas as well as contacts for help, I've decided to come back out of my work shell and look around, start meeting up with these people that are moving and shaking things up around me.

In other words, I'm in the Bay Area, I might as well milk it for what it's worth.

I'll be attending the Carson Workshop on "How we built Flickr" next Monday. I was looking forward to meeting Matthew Mullenweg of WordPress fame (and who seduced Jonas away from Drupal), but he's heading to New York this weekend, so that one's nixed.

I have a bet with Mike, who is also going to the workshop, that the men to women ratio will be like 17 to 3. Though, from the pictures on the Carson site, I'm thinking it might be 19 to 1 (me).


I'm also heading up to the city for the Tag Tuesday to meet up with a couple tag developers, see what they have to say. Since I'm finishing up with a tagging project for a client, other reference points would be nice.

And since tagging now works on my other site it'll be good to compare notes on implementations.

And then there's the Blogher conference in late July. It's a mostly "women in blogging" sort of thing, though men aren't exactly excluded. To be honest, I'm going for two reasons: to get information on what bloggers want in order to develop drupal modules for them, and to meet Heather B. Armstrong.

I have no shame.

All in all, a good start to this groundhog's shadow check.

 Viking Practice

Tonight, Kris and I headed over to Vinny's to meet up with Mark, Vinny and anyone else interested in participating in Mark and Vinny's Viking Operetta.

That includes those of us hoodwinked into it.

Mark and Vinny have been talking about this operetta for ages. They have a plot, they have lyrics for some songs, they have lots of ideas, but never quite managed to complete it.

About two months ago, I had an inspiration, and came up with (what I thought was) a catchy tune that could work for the only song I knew in the operetta: Much Too Stout. I mentioned it casually to Mark, that I had something to hum for him, and told him I'd get an mp3 of the tune out and email it to him.

Well, apparently that lit a fire under his butt, because he composed the next song, Triune Pedigree on the two hour drive home from a tournament.

Before we knew it, Kris was roped in to be the Cook, and I was the Taste Tester. Both of us singing and performing in Vinny's 3rd annual Talent Show and fund raiser to raise funds for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem. I don't have stage fright, I'd be performing in front of friends, a few drinks and I won't notice a thing, all not a problem.

Except, I'll be singing.


Out loud.

Not in the shower.

Yes, the performance will be an operetta. And I'll be singing. It'll be my stage debut. How exciting, eh? I have a major role in the operetta. I'll be singing a solo. I'll be dressed up to be 300 pounds. It'll be fun, but crazy.

The practice went really well. Only the first of three acts are complete, so we'll be performing that. There are three songs: the whole chorus, my solo and Kris' solo.

At least Kris can carry a tune.

Oh, and we'll be taping. So expect a movie sometime in the next three weeks.


 Quick! Quick! Write it down!

While driving home from the colo today, I started pondering the role of religion in the world today. More specifically, what would be the fundamental purpose of religion, figuring that would lead me to the reason for its existence in the first place.

I've been pondering religion a lot lately. One might wonder if it's the beginnings of a mid-life crisis starting up. Sure, it might be one of sorts, but it would have to be a quarter-life crisis, as I'm planning on dying on my 120th birthday and not a day before. So, this mid-life thing? Not there yet.

After a while of this religious thinking, I realized I wasn't actually pondering the whole topic so much as composing an essay. I had my thesis in the first few sentences, my supporting ideas next, then my conclusion. Or rather, tell 'em what you're goin' tell 'em, tell 'em, then tell 'em what you told 'em.

All in one neat package.

Quick, quick! Write it down! Write it down! Write it down before you forget it!

Because brilliant ideas come along only once, and you usually don't remember them when you wake up, right?

Out comes one of my yellow index cards, and I start scribbling everything I can remember from my brilliant essay on the Purpose of Religion, from its Origins to Today.

Only I can't remember much.

Once I started writing my notes down, I drew a blank. All the great supporting argument I had so brilliantly crafted not moments ago were gone in the time it took me to think, "Write it down!" and grab a pen.


"Think!" I think. "Think!" but nothing comes out. It's always been that way. Whenever I try to ponder something intensely, poof! away it goes. But if I just open my mouth and start spewing, "brilliant" things come out. I put "brilliant" in quotes, because sometimes I don't know who I'm fooling the most: me or everyone else.

The best course of action now seems to give up, and write about how I can't write about what I want to write about.


 i.e. vs e.g.

Simple enough:
i.e. means "in other words"
e.g. means "for example"

 I'm an idiot


I'm an idiot.

I've been fighting Yahoo! for the longest while. Like, for years, trying to get out of their search engine databases.

Well, I posted a comment to Slashdot, and included the contents of my robots.txt file. If you look at my post, you'll see the typo. And now I'm the laughing stock of the Ask Slashdot post.


That typo that's been there for five years. Five freaking years.

I'm an idiot.

Fortunately, I'm not quite the idiot of one of the follow-up comments, who thinks I'm a guy.

Ah well, time to laugh. I've been (mini) slashdotted.

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