Wednesday, November 05, 2008
44, the Top Brass Floor
Well, I’ll be:
Well, I’ll be:
It’s true! So very true! He stole someone else’s debate talking points! Exclamation!
Hi.
I love you, and I want to say that right off the bat. You’re wonderful people, all of you. We probably haven’t always seen eye to eye, and that’s cool, because that’s why Baskin Robbins has 31 flavors. The point is, there’s mutual respect, mutual love. I want you to remember that in what follows.
What follows is a firm but gentle instruction in the fine art of sending e-mail, a primer that undoubtedly some of you already know, but I’m going to cast a wide net here and risk insulting you, because I’d rather not miss someone who needs this instruction. That’s why I’m blogging about this, because I figure if you read the horseshit I post here, then you probably send me e-mails as well, or maybe forward an e-mail of mine on.
Why am I doing this? Because today I just noticed that my “spam catcher” address, the one that I use liberally and openly on the internet, has 4 spam e-mails. Remarkable, isn’t it?
Even more remarkable when you reflect that my personal e-mail, the one based on my real name that I only give to friends and family for the express purpose of limiting spam? It has 670 spam messages.
Yes, that’s right.167.5 times as much spam as there is in my “spam account.” And many of you are to blame. Follow me inside.
Hi, everyone. My wife and I need advice.
First, read this.
If you have a MetaFilter account, post an answer there. If not, please post comments on this post.
Thanks.
Oh, yeah, we’re back to this. Can’t promise it will be weekly, only as often as I see something worth posting. Today, I have. Oh yes I have.
Do you have Firefox 3 installed yet? If you don’t, you smell. Install or upgrade now or you’re not invited to my birthday.
Back with me? Good. Then let me tell you, you need Ubiquity.
So my mom’s in the hospital today, will be until Monday. She just got out of surgery about an hour ago. I can’t say what it’s for, since I don’t have her permission, but I will say that it falls in that weird median category of Serious, But Not Serious Serious. In other words, nothing life-threatening, but I think it qualifies as major surgery. Part of her is being permanently removed.
Via my wife, who evidently found out about it from Agence France Presse, a man just walked into Arkansas State Democratic Party headquarters and shot Bill Gwatney, the party chairman, three times.
Think polite disagreement and reasoned discourse are dead in America?
Read this letter from a librarian to an outraged Christian conservative parent.
Dear Jack,
Today was your first birthday, and I’m just about to fall over. Not even the two cups of coffee I had with cake and ice cream are enough to sustain me past the sugar crash. We are awash in ripped paper and cake crumbs, and we are done.
So we broke down and bought a Wii this week. Better late than never.
Actually, I didn’t know there was ever an option to “never,” as my wife is pretty steadfastly anti-video game. However, the Wii’s general “get off your ass and move” interface intrigued her, and the release of the Wii Fit pretty much sealed the deal for us. One session of playing at a friend’s house, and she finally committed: “We need one of these.”
So we got one, and we both love it. Totally worth the roughly twenty phone calls and trips to five different stores to get the console, an extra controller set, and the Fit. But as usual, the internet makes it even better:
Well, I finally got the goddamn website up. Who knew?
I’m not entirely happy with the design, but then I’m not a visual designer. Also, after three designs and God knows how many months of wasted time, I remembered that the perfect is the enemy of the good, said “Screw it, it doesn’t make my eyes bleed,” and set to getting it done.
So, welcome, if you’re new here, and welcome back, if you’re from the old blogger site. Come on in past the jump and I’ll (re)introduce myself: