For those of you with disposable income, young children, and an proclivity for things Star Wars, I present to you Darth Tater:
I need this . . . but which daughter to give it to?
Friday, January 14, 2005
That's no moon . . .
. . . It's a space station.
NASA - Aeneas on the Edge
Wait, it is a moon. Sorry, my mistake. Move along, move along.
I love space exploration. But I hate paying for it. It's a personal problem I am trying to deal with. I know there's no money in privately funded exploration, so if I want it to happen government has to do it. But what is the real point? Can't that money remain in my pocket so I can invest it or spend it or give it away?
I'm torn between my fiscal conservativeness and my drive for cool science.
It's my problem. I'll deal with it. But I wish there was a 12-step group for me.
Wait, it is a moon. Sorry, my mistake. Move along, move along.
I love space exploration. But I hate paying for it. It's a personal problem I am trying to deal with. I know there's no money in privately funded exploration, so if I want it to happen government has to do it. But what is the real point? Can't that money remain in my pocket so I can invest it or spend it or give it away?
I'm torn between my fiscal conservativeness and my drive for cool science.
It's my problem. I'll deal with it. But I wish there was a 12-step group for me.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Caller ID Counts
You really have to be careful when you answer the phone; who you are talking to matters.
I'm at the office and the phone rings. I glance at the display and see the it's my home and answer, "Well, hellooooo there."
Silence. {"Odd," I think}
"Hello?" A man's voice. {!?!?!?}
"Aaron?" {Why is a man who knows my name calling me from my house?}
"Yes," I say. {Not police personnel, they would ask for "Mr. Klenke." Not a voice I recognize.}
"The virtual directories you wanted?" {Virtual directories? Oh! Scott!} Look, not glance, at phone display. The last four numbers match my home number. All others are different.
I finish the call as relief infuses me.
I'm at the office and the phone rings. I glance at the display and see the it's my home and answer, "Well, hellooooo there."
Silence. {"Odd," I think}
"Hello?" A man's voice. {!?!?!?}
"Aaron?" {Why is a man who knows my name calling me from my house?}
"Yes," I say. {Not police personnel, they would ask for "Mr. Klenke." Not a voice I recognize.}
"The virtual directories you wanted?" {Virtual directories? Oh! Scott!} Look, not glance, at phone display. The last four numbers match my home number. All others are different.
I finish the call as relief infuses me.
- The family is ok
- I didn't say anything that might me . . . inapproriate in a business environment.
Lesson learned: Look at the whole number, just in case
Monday, January 10, 2005
DrunkenBlog: Collateral Damage: A talk with Desicanuk and Nessence
DrunkenBlog: Collateral Damage: A talk with Desicanuk and Nessence
DrunkenBatman interviews two of the players in an beta OSX distribution. It's interesting how he tries to humanize these two guys who say that they didn't know they were doing anything wrong.
I've talked to two of these young men and I think they made mistakes but being sued by Apple may be a little much.
DrunkenBatman interviews two of the players in an beta OSX distribution. It's interesting how he tries to humanize these two guys who say that they didn't know they were doing anything wrong.
I've talked to two of these young men and I think they made mistakes but being sued by Apple may be a little much.
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