Archive for May, 2007

Blogosphere roundup.

This is just sort of recap of random internet happenings of mine. It might become a regular thing, if interesting things keep happening to me. Not that I expect anyone else to find any of this even remotely entertaining, but maybe I’m wrong (I don’t think I’m wrong).

A couple of months ago, at the monthly PHP meetup at the office, Eli White from Digg gave a pretty neat talk about scalability and performance. The topic of gaming Digg came up, and when he started talking about the Top Users page, he mentioned some Uber-Diggensmensch by the name of supernova17. To be honest, it’s been so long since that happened that I don’t even remember the context, but supernova17, the same one as far as I can tell (the real-life names on his Digg and Flickr accounts matched.), had a few days previously favorited a bunch of my photos on flickr. Judging by his photostream, he either goes to UMBC, or had some other reason to visit campus, because he had a fair few shots of the place.

Pretty decent photographer, and I thought it was incredibly strange that some random guy stumbled across my terrible photos on Flickr and favorited them, then two days later I find out that guy is some kind of Digging machine.

Other news: Thanks to iGoogle (hate that name), and TechCrunch’s 10,000 invites, I got in on the Joost beta. I’m currently using it to watch Stella on the Comedy Cental channel, and I’ve got say, I don’t feel bad about this show getting cancelled. It’s not bad, but it’s not exactly very good either, and unless Joost gets some more content, like hopefully some Science Channel stuff to make up for me not having it on cable here, I doubt I’ll use it as much more than a novelty.

UPDATE: Never mind, the Stella pilot has a cameo by Ed Norton, as himself. This show can’t be that bad.

UPDATE 2: Nazis! Maybe this show needs another shot.

Finally,  Wired used one of my photos on one of their blogs, again from Flickr. I’ve been critical of Wired in the past, mostly because of poor disclosure surrounding a Digg hitpiece after their parent company bought Reddit, a Digg competitor. But they found a photo of a tailpipe on Flickr (tag your photos, folks!) from some random chump, and actually gave said chump credit for the use, and linked back to his site. A lot of places, “old media” web sites, won’t do all that, or won’t do any of it. Hell, even Gawker Media (via Consumerist) got into trouble a couple of months ago for not giving photo credits on their posts.  Kind of cool, if ultimately meaningless.

Also, I’m done moving, the network is up and running, and I bought a ton of forks and plates for under $80. :awesome:

Can’t move to: Beech’s Farm

I just did the most awesome thing I’ve ever done.

I’ve been hoping to get a head start on moving into the new apartment, so I threw some books and other small stuff into the car and headed over to start getting that out of the way. On my second trip from the car, with most of the stuff still in the trunk, I left my keys on the counter. Then I went out to get more stuff. And the door locked behind me.

Time between starting to move and lock-out: roughly 3 minutes.

I’d even thought of disabling the lock-you-out switch, but didn’t, out of paranoia that someone would break in in the 30 seconds it took me to go from car to front door again.

I left a voicemail with Becki, who thank God has her set of keys already, as soon as I did it, but I don’t expect I’ll get back in until tomorrow night, at the earliest. I left the lights on and everything.
At least the plan was solid, even though the execution was obviously completely horrible.

Don’t move to: The Meadows at Russett.

From about a year ago to some time next week, I’ve been living in a townhouse with a couple of awesome, horrible, roommates, in Laurel. It’s in a big community called Russett, just across 198 from 295. The location is awesome, and the units are great. Big bright windows, modern kitchens, and I’ve never heard any noise from any of the neighbors. Well worth the money. But I’m very glad I’m moving out soon.

More after the jump, but suffice it to say that the new management company, Archstone-Smith, are a pack of chucklefuck retards that I’d be happy to see out of business and bankrupt.

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RIP Jerker?

Can someone please confirm if Ikea has dropped the Jerker? I’m hearing rumors that they did, and I can’t find it on the Ikea site, and I don’t like that one bit.

So it goes.

So there have been a few things I wanted to blog about, recently: more about Ubuntu on my laptop, what it does right and what it does wrong, Hot Fuzz or Spiderman 3, Chris Shiflett’s awesome Web App Security talk at work today (we’re hiring, fyi), my pending engagement and other Becki-related things. But around 3 today, I got a call that cleared my plate for the rest of the week, far beyond just worrying about blogging. When my parents call me at work, I know it’s something important.

My grandfather, on my dad’s side of the family, died this morning. Apparently this didn’t come as a shock to anyone in the family but me. I knew he had terminal cancer, but I’d been told he had another six months or so, enough that he might have been able to make it to his fiftieth anniversary. Enough that I could’ve gotten past my current cash problems and trucked up to Boston to see him. Apparently, at least to the people that aren’t horrible about keeping in touch with other people, this wasn’t the case.

I’m a little surprised by how people are handling this, so far.

My dad, the person I’d expect to be the most torn up about this, is doing a good job dealing with it. Don’t get me wrong, I know this is an absolutely murderous time for him, just like I know I’d be losing my mind if it were me, and my dad had passed away, but he rolls with the punches better than anyone I’ve ever known. He mentioned, and I agreed, that a) he was probably the best prepared for this, having talked to his father every day for the past couple of months, and b) the reality hasn’t really hit him full-force yet. When we get to Boston, I’m sure that will change, but the result of that one hitting home isn’t something I look forward to seeing. I can only hope that I can be that stoic when I end up in his situation.

My brother, for the first time since we were in High School, seems to be the go-to guy for my parents. Normally, they book tickets or hotel rooms in my name, but this time, I was at work and had to get the news from a voicemail half an hour later, and he answered the phone. I’m glad he’s finally gotten himself together to the point that I don’t have to be the one in charge. He got the hotel, he moved his finals up (I didn’t even know he was in school!) to make time, and we’re taking his car up. He’s working tomorrow, taking a Math exam, and taking minutes at an AA meeting

All that I, personally, had to do was call out of work and tell Rob I wasn’t going to make the gym this week, or his birthday party Thursday. I think I’m holding it together by focusing on the immediate plan - to go to work, run errands, and get to Boston. No time for feelings and such, there’s business to take care of, and I have a plan. The curious doublethink of knowing that I’m distracting myself before the storm, but still carrying on with it.

Personal business aside, work was really nice about giving me the time off on such short notice. Seriously, if you live near Columbia, MD, and are looking for a challenging but rewarding IT/web development consulting job, give OmniTI a call.

I’m looking forward to going back to Boston, a city I fell in love with growing up, and seeing my brother and parents, who I haven’t seen since last Christmas, and my extended family, who I haven’t talked to, or even so much as emailed, in over a decade. I’m not exaggerating there. It really has been that long, and it’s a little sad that it takes something like this to get us all together.

I’m leaving tomorrow night, and I’ll be back on Saturday.