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Travelogue

Off to beautiful (warm, muggy) Orlando, Florida, for a big departmental all-hands. I flew Frontier, rather than United, and it was a refreshing experience. Since Frontier flies from Concourse A…

Off to beautiful (warm, muggy) Orlando, Florida, for a big departmental all-hands. I flew Frontier, rather than United, and it was a refreshing experience.

Since Frontier flies from Concourse A at DIA, I took the bridge from the main terminal. Therefore I missed (according to another person flying from my office) the latest musical chairs in the main security line, i.e., if you have just your briefcase and notebook computer (no added carry-on), you can go through the Express Lane now at security. Huh.

My flight was on an Airbus (I believe ) A319. Sort of the Airbus equivalent to the 737, but a bit wider (which was nice). Frontier does not have a 1st Class cabin, which was also nice.

A new experiment this trip was my Palm Keyboard. With it I was able to do some worthwhile work both at the gate and on the plane. Cool. Worked on my quotations, mostly, but it could have been for something work-related. Indeed, the experiment was successful enough that it may be actually worthwhile for me to get (next FY) a wireless Palm. Assuming our new internal standards review of PDAs still okays the Palm.

One thing I liked about how Frontier worked (vs. the Bigger Corporation Which Is United) was demonstrated when a mother and two kids came on close to the end of the boarding period. It was a pretty full flight. The woman’s father was already on, but in 1B, with no vacant seats. And the tickets she had were scattered all over, and there were no places with two seats together, let alone three.

The flight attendants quickly mobilized and got folks to vounteer to shuffle around, so that one kid could sit next to Gramps, the other with Mom. That meant the folks shuffling generally had to move to “B” seats, i.e., center seats, flanked on either side by people. Definitely less desireable.

Here’s the cool part. (1) Folks were willing to do this. (2) The flight attendants rewarded them with unlimited free drinks.

Now, I don’t know about (1), but I know that on United, the most those folks would have gotten as a reward was a single free drink … and most likely they would have simply gotten the thanks of the flight attendants. Not that that’s wrong, but it’s a sign that Frontier is definitely interested in making their customers happy that they empower their flight crew to do these sorts of things.

Finished off an entire book on the trip. That it was a Robert Parker book makes that somewhat less surprising.

New security rule: only one person can be standing up by the front lav (the one by the cockpit door) at a time. Makes sense, but haven’t run across that one lately. Of course, most of the carriers I’ve flown on have an 1st Class cabin that would apply there, which I don’t fly.

Sometime over the last decade or so, luggage has changed. I remember how suitcases were suitcases, dagnabbit, hardsided and beautiful. Now everyone (okay, 80% of everyone) uses some sort of black, wheeled pullman bag. It makes spotting my own black, wheeled pullman at the baggage claim to be that more difficult.

We ate, this evening, at the 4th ranked Best Steakhouse in the US for four or five years running, Charley’s. And I can believe it. Fabulous, flavorful steak. I would have eaten more, but it was 11 p.m. at night. Great stuff, though, and I speak as someone who likes his steak.

The place is also given excellent marks by the Wine Spectator, which I can also believe. A marvelous wine selection. I’ve never seen Silver Oak sold by the glass ($20). Plus, they carry a number of magnum wine bottles of varying prices — but all of which are a better deal than normal 750ml bottles.

For the twelve of us, it came to $1100, minus tip. Whoo! Great meal, though. I fear things can only go downhill from here.

Downhill defined as, “It’s Midnight, and we have a 7 a.m. phonecon we have to be at.”

And on a more somber note

For the first time since I’ve been working for my employer, we’re having a concerted set of layoffs in the IT group. (And before I go any further, none of…

For the first time since I’ve been working for my employer, we’re having a concerted set of layoffs in the IT group.

(And before I go any further, none of them are happening in my group, or to me, or anything like that. But I know at least some of the folks, and one of them used to work for me.)

Back in ’98 or so, under the first new CIO we’d had since forever, a bunch of folks in the corporate office were let go, “Night of the Long Knives” style. One of the dangers of not being able to adopt to a new regime.

But in this case, it’s an economic thing. Business is flat, and probably will be until calendar Q3 or Q4. IT is now fully corporate overhead as far as labor costs go. That’s good, in that it makes us relatively immune to the ups and downs of individual offices. But when the billable hours of the corporation, as a whole, fall short of the projected/budgeted amount, it means “mass” layoffs.

I use the word “mass” in quotes, because it’s on the order of 20 people or so out of an IT organization of about 650. But it’s a new thing for our IT people, the first chill wind of you-might-get-canned-and-it’s-not-your-fault.

Cue the “survivor guilt” and the long, panicky conversations at the coffee machine, and folks frantically checking their resumes in case they’re next.

Actually, even though communication from the top has not been optimal, they are at least trying to deal with it in one swell foop, rather than drag it out any longer than necessary.

The biggest problem is that they’re using that awful acronym, “RIF” (Reduction in Force). Actually, it could be worse — someone might have used the term “right-size.” Bleah.

So for those friends of mine who are themselves looking for positions — sorry, not likely I can help you there at this point.

Not much point to this post, save to simply share a bit of what’s going on around me.

A shift! A palpable shift!

So today I move my office. Three of us are doing a three-adjoining-office shuffle, sort of like Three-Card Monte, so that two of us can get a bit closer to…

So today I move my office.

Three of us are doing a three-adjoining-office shuffle, sort of like Three-Card Monte, so that two of us can get a bit closer to their staff. I’m not one of those two, since I don’t have local staff. Actually, that’s not true, but more on that later.

But the move is okay by me because, to some controlled degree, I like moving. I like the change in the office, the change in perspective, the requirement to go through everything and throw old stuff out (or else, shudder, pack it in a box and trip over it for the next several months), the little bit of artificial excitement. Changing a furniture arrangement. A door on the left side of the room rather than the right. A requirement, at least for a few weeks, to actually think about my surroundings.

The office I’m moving into, next door to me, is just as large, but is a mirror image. Rather than a monolithic window, there’s two separate windows (one large, one small). There’s no structural support piller in the corner, which is a mixed blessing, but overall probably net good.

My phone number isn’t changing. And if you happened to know where my office is, you can pretty easily find me.

It’s been quite some time since I moved (just over two years now, when we moved to this building), and in that time I’ve not shuffled the furniture. This is unprecedented for me, but the furniture we bought with the building is so large, there are not a lot of permutations that would work.

My biggest arrangement problem: I like having the monitor facing away from the door (because often there’s stuff on there I don’t want passers-by or droppers-in to see). That means it pretty much has to be on the desk. For ergo reasons, I have it straight in front of me, which means the visitors chairs on the opposite side of the desk have the huge monitor and a medusa-like tangle of cables facing them. Not ideal. Suggestions welcome.

Nothing earth-shattering here. Just a shift in my environment, which is always sort of interesting. To me, at least.

Two-by-four

So Doyce and I are talking on the phone about some gaming stuff, and he’s sounding kind of tired — which, since he was up until 1:30 in the morning…

So Doyce and I are talking on the phone about some gaming stuff, and he’s sounding kind of tired — which, since he was up until 1:30 in the morning doing gaming research wasn’t completely untoward — and we’re just about done, and signing off, and I can hear Jackie telling him to tell me something …

… and he mentions, casually, in passing, how he’s been laid off.

Gah!

So here’s me, guy, thinking good thoughts, saying some prayers, and blowing on my good dice that this turns out to be short-term and, even better, a gateway to bigger and better things, and we’re rooting for you guys and …

… and, jeez, that all sounds trite. And hackneyed. And cliched. And all those other words like that.

So if I think of anything better to say, I’ll say it. And if I don’t — well, just ’cause it’s trite, doesn’t mean it’s not true.

That HR problem …

Remember that HR problem I keep occasionally ranting about? It finally comes to a painful end tomorrow. And, joy of joys, I get to be in on the resolution, since…

Remember that HR problem I keep occasionally ranting about?

It finally comes to a painful end tomorrow.

And, joy of joys, I get to be in on the resolution, since the manager involved is off on vacation. Not that he intentionally timed it this way (and not like I’ve managed to be out of the office the last two times he was involved in something similarly painful).

I earn my Big Bucks tomorrow. And the timing (coming on my last day at the office before shuffling off to California on vacation) couldn’t be better, since we all know that such days are usually just sit-around-and-goof-off days, right?

Yeesh.

A tight fit

So last Thursday night, there I am at DIA waiting to pick up the CIO of my company, who is finally visiting Denver after being with the company for a…

So last Thursday night, there I am at DIA waiting to pick up the CIO of my company, who is finally visiting Denver after being with the company for a year. Margie had to work that day, too, so she had the van (and was using it to transport Katherine around, too), so I had our little Saturn SC2 coupe.

Now the Saturn SC2 is a fairly small vehicle. It’s just barely large enough for me in the front seat, and the back seat — well, we refer to it as an upholstered shelf, because no sane person would actually consider sitting up there.

Still, no problem with the CIO visiting — two front seats, right? So Wednesday afternoon, despite being sick, I’d been busy cleaning out the junk, vacuuming the seats and floors, dusting the dashboards, emptying out all the crap in the tiny trunk … and the car looked really good. I’d even stopped at a car wash on Thursday morning to get the car clean outside as well.

So, there I am, waiting at the top of the escalator from the trains at DIA, trying to spot the Mike, the CIO. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting …

And there he is …

… and …

… hey, that’s Mickey, too, one of his direct reports. And …

… hey, that’s Reddy, another manager at my level.

Mike. And Mickey. And Reddy. “Surprise!”

Turns out they had all been in Calgary, but rather than Mickey and Reddy returning to Houston, Mike had invited them to join him down in Denver.

Mickey apologizes for not calling ahead to let me know.

And there’s my little Saturn SC2.

Okay, so we can super-saturate the trunk to some degree. Everyone (except the driver, me) will have something on their lap, but we can do it.

Mickey can sit in back. He’s only a bit over 5-foot.

Reddy is taller than me.

But Mike is the CIO.

Reddy takes the bullet, and folds himself in half, sideways, in the back seat. We all have managed to squeeze into the car …

Scraaaaaappppeee

There’s an intermittent scraping noise from the right rear wheel well, particularly whenever we go over a bump — when we bottom out.

And we probably have thirty-odd miles to go to the hotel.

“Let’s go ahead and rent a car,” Mike suggests.

*Sigh*

The rest of the evening (and the visit) went much better, fortunately.

Blogger Insider

This week’s Blogger Insider questions are from the Geekman. For my questions and his answers, check his site. 1. You write a lot about comic books, what do you think…

This week’s Blogger Insider questions are from the Geekman. For my questions and his answers, check his site.

1. You write a lot about comic books, what do you think are the top 5 comic books ever made? Why?

Oh, geez, it’s lots easier to critique others choices in this category than to actually come up with a list myself. The criterion of “top” is difficult, too. Best sales? Most influential? Most re-readable? Beyond which is the question of single stand-alone issues vs. story arcs, and other annoyances like that.
I’m gonna compromise here by IDing my favorite Trade Paperback Collections up
on my downstairs shelf. And I’m gonna compromise still further by choosing
six, and not giving any particular order:
The Books of Magic – Before Harry Potter, Neil Gaiman introduced Tim Hunter, an ordinary bespectacled boy in London who might grow up to be greatest wizard of all — if he chooses the path of Magic, as offered to him by four trenchcoated magical denizens of the DC world. Gaiman teamed up with art notables John Bolton, Charles Vess, Scott Hampton and Paul Johnson, to describe the many worlds of magic, and a young boy faced with a terrible decision. Great art, great writing.
The Watchmen – This twelve-part series let Alan Moore deconstruct the superhero genre into a tale of humans with strange abilities and funny costumes and dark passions. Dave Gibbons art complements this perfectly.
Preacher (Vol 6 – War in the Sun) – Garth Ennis’ tale of a Texas preacher with a past, out to find God and make Him answer for the pain in the world, is good through and through. But this particular volume, drawn as always by Steve Dillon (with a backup tale by Peter Snejbjerg), features the origins of Herr Starr and the Grail, some particularly passionate scenes between Jesse and Tulip, and the confrontation between the Saint of Killers and the US Army (not to mention Air Force). Great, over-the-top action.
The Sandman (Dream Country) – Reprinting issues 17-20 (and over a decade old now), this collection includes the marvelous one-shots “Calliope,” “A Dream of a Thousand Cats,” “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and “Facade,” individual tales of dreams, horror, and hope, each with a differerent artist, but each with Gaiman’s particular writing touch. While the Sandman story arcs were fine, I liked the single issue stories even better.
Strangers in Paradise (Complete, Vol. 2) – I love this extended love triangle soap opera written and drawn by Terry Moore. This relatively early collection completes the first “crime story” arc.
Astro City (Life in the Big City) – The original collection, and still, to my ind, the best. Kurt Busiek — aided by the art of Brent Anderson — imbues his still-recognizeably Silver Age heroes with humanity. The stories are less about how Captain X Defeats the Evil Dr. Y, but about how Captain X spends his spare time, or what the folks watching all of this going on actually think and feel. Really good stuff, duh. Even if Busiek’s health has interfered with more recent production, his work stands for all time.

2. What�s the worst nickname you ever had?

In 7th Grade Orchestra class, two of the girls in class insisted on breaking into “The Ballad of Davy Crockett” whenever I arrived.

3. Assuming god exists and offered to truthfully answer any one question you asked, what would you ask?

Unfortunately, I suspect any of the questions I’d want answered would be beyond my understanding of the answer. But I’d probably still take a stab at, “Why is there suffering?”

4. What five things do you never want to hear your children say that you already know they will one day say?

– Go away.
– I never want to talk with you again.
– I don’t love you.
– And this is where I got the *other* piercing.
– Time for your meds, Dad.”

5. Assuming no time for preparation (they meet accidentally and without warning), who would win in a fight, Spiderman or Batman? Justify your answer.

Batman, no question. Brains over brawn. Not that Spidey is stupid — Bats is just too darned sneaky, and is used to dealing with guys who are stronger and faster than he is. Hell, the guy’s been hanging around with the JLA forever, standing up to folks who can take out Superman, Green Lantern, et al. Brains, m’man. Brains.

6. What’s the best insult/comeback you never got the chance to say?

Unfortunately, while I often think of better arguments or rhetorical rejoinders after the fact, I rarely think of insults in that way. I’m just
too nice of a guy.

7. What profession, other than your own, would you most like to try?

Professional philanthropist, giving away reasonable chunks of my vast fortune to good causes.
Or maybe an accountant. I think I’d make a good accountant.

8. What one thing would you want your children to remember you for?

Teaching them, by example, how to be a good person.

9. What’s the stupidest/silliest/most trivial lie you ever got caught in? Why did you tell it? How did you get caught?

I was probably 6. My mom was giving violin lessons in the front room. I decided to get my 3-year-old brother in trouble (which needs no further explanation), and went and sprinkled salt and pepper all over the kitchen counters, then ran out to tell my mom. She proceeded to banish my brother to his room.
Not leaving well enough alone, I repeated the trick, adding sugar to the mix. Unbeknownst to me, my mom could see what I was doing in the reflection from the breakfront’s glass doors. So when I went to narc on my brother for not only such a high crime, but for his breaking out of his banishment … well, in retrospect, hilarity ensued.

10. What’s the funniest thing you ever did when no one was around to see?

Damn. I’m not good at remembering things like that. Cop-out, I know, but there you go.

11. What song most encapsulates your idea of true love?

John Barry’s “Moviola”. It has no lyrics, it’s just orchestral, but it’s broad, sweeping, nostalgic, inspirational, complex, and utterly romantic. We used it at the end of our wedding video.

12. Every material item in your home will be disintegrated at the touch of a button. You are allowed to save one thing from this horrendous fate. What item would you chose and why?

Gah! Probably a piece of art. Much of our photography is duped elsewhere — on-line, or with other people — and so could be replaced. My notebook is backed up. So probably art. Maybe the Mauro over the fireplace.
Or maybe the “lock box” of stuff that should really be in a safe deposit box but is not yet. How annoyingly pragmatic.

13. Name three things your S.O. does on purpose just to get on your nerves.

I can’t even name one. Really. She doesn’t play those sorts of games. There are occasional things she does that get on my nerves, especially when I’m already feeling peevish. But intentionally — no, not really.

14. Do you believe that it’s possible a child can do something so bad that a spanking is necessary? Why or why not?

Yes.
Spanking is not, IMO, an awful, evil thing. I think it’s an appropriate response, usually a last resort for older kids, to providing some immediate painful consequence to an action that’s dangerous (but which you don’t want to actually make good on its danger).
I’ve been known to flick Katherine’s hand with my forefinger when she keeps reaching up for something that she should not get into, and won’t listen to “No!”
The point being, of course, that spanking is not meant to inflict injury, nor to make Mom or Dad feel better, but to be part of the balance in teaching kids between “carrots,” simply withdrawing them from the unwanted situation, and “the stick.” It’s certainly something that can be done to excess, to harm — but the same can be said for any tactics you use to help bring up a child.

15. What makes something worthy of being blogged on your site?

It’s got to move me (humorously, irritatingly, absurdly) enough that I want to share it with others. That’s I think the underlying bit here — this is all stuff I want to communicate to others. So I do.

Synopsis

Through a comedy of errors, we discovered that our corporate license for all our anti-virus software expires on the 31st of December. We did a crash course evaluating whether we…

Through a comedy of errors, we discovered that our corporate license for all our anti-virus software expires on the 31st of December. We did a crash course evaluating whether we wanted to continue using that particular vendor or a different one, whilst the contracts folks (a) negotiated with various vendors, and (b) negotiated with our main vendor for a 90-day extension.

Current vendor says, “Pound sand, dude.”

New CIO says, “No, that vendor has a very unattractive cost model. Change over to this other vendor.”

Change server, mail, and desktop anti-virus software on about 20,000 PCs, 750 servers, 100 mail servers, in three weeks. Over the holidays. When we’ve encouraged everyone to take vacation during that period in order to help our G&A expenses.

Hilarity — and a bit of hysteria — ensues.

Dave steps up to bat, says, “Hey, if this is really undoable, we need to quote facts and figures, not just make pouty-faces at the CIO. Let’s do some swags, let’s point out the problems, let’s decide what can be done, the gap analysis, and the risks involved.”

So now everyone blames Dave for this fiasco …

Poor Dave …

UPDATE, 12 Dec.: Sanity prevails, thanks to Dave’s noble efforts. Grateful IT populace lifts Dave onto their shoulders and sprinkles him with flower petals. Dave uses flower petals to blow his nose, and goes home early, trying to get some rest and get over the creeping crud before the CIO comes to visit tomorrow ….

Now showing!

Coming now to a workplace near you … He thought life would be EASIER after his boss left. He was WRONG … Now Dave learns that CATCH-UP is a BITCH,…

Coming now to a workplace near you …

He thought life would be EASIER after his boss left. He was WRONG …

Now Dave learns that CATCH-UP is a BITCH, in Warner Bros. hilarious new screwball comedy, “IT-a-Putty-Tat!”

THRILL as Dave tries to deal with the MAJOR CRISES dumped in his lap while his boss was visiting yesterday!

CHILL as Dave tries to deal with the MAJOR CRISES crises that were already on his lap but were delayed a full day while his boss was visiting yesterday!

MARVEL that Dave can stay up until midnight discussing business with his boss, and then wake up at 4:45 and still not DRIVE OFF THE HIGHWAY on his way into work!

CHUCKLE as Dave realizes that Christmas is TWO WEEKS AWAY and neither gifts nor Christmas cards have been mailed!

LAUGH as Dave tries to deal with a winter cold and a HEAD full of SNOT!

You’ll be astonished! You’ll be amazed! You won’t see any more blog entries of Dave’s until tonight! If then!

All in Warner Bros. hilarious new screwball comedy, “IT-a-Putty-Tat!”

(This picture rated PG for Pretty Goofy.)

Slow news day

My boss is in town, so no rest (or blogging) for the wicked until, likely, later tonight. If then, since I was up ’til midnight last night, doing performance reviews….

My boss is in town, so no rest (or blogging) for the wicked until, likely, later tonight. If then, since I was up ’til midnight last night, doing performance reviews. Bleah.

Occupational hazard

Whatever your profession, you know you are liable to be consulted for free about it outside of the work place. You know, the Doctor whose family constantly calls with medical…

Whatever your profession, you know you are liable to be consulted for free about it outside of the work place. You know, the Doctor whose family constantly calls with medical problems (hi, Eric!), or the Contractor whose friends ask for consultations about home improvements (hi, Jim!).

Or, in my case, the Computer Guy whose family consults him whenever there’s a problem. Despite the fact that I’ve not been a hands-on tech support guy in several years. If I had more hair, I’d be the Pointy-Haired Manager from Dilbert.

And now, whenever Katherine’s little beginning learning program on Margie’s computer hangs or crashes or otherwise comes up with an error … she calls out, “Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Da-da. Da-da.”

I’m doomed.

D-man down! D-man down!

So I’m over here watching the Boy, working off the D-man’s crazy ergonomic keyboard. Y’know how they say that the QWERTY layout was designed to slow down typing so that…

So I’m over here watching the Boy, working off the D-man’s crazy ergonomic keyboard. Y’know how they say that the QWERTY layout was designed to slow down typing so that early manual typewriter keys wouldn’t stick? I’m convinced Micro$oft invented the ergo keyboard to similarly keep their operating systems from crashing. Or something like that.

But enough about the D-man. Let’s talk about me.

Today was a day when I expected to get Lots of Stuff done, and ended up doing none of it. Between a church lunch thang and abruptly deciding that I needed a three hour nap in the middle of the afternoon, this has not been a terribly productive day. Hence the lack of, well, stuff here. Apologies to my readers.

I’ve been feeling a little stressed of late, like I have too many things on my plate and not enough plate to hold it all, and, worst of all, one of those really cheap plastic forks to eat it with, the type with the tines that fold in half when they encounter, for example, food.

I have my blog, of course. Clearly that takes a fair amount of time. (And none of these are commitments that I don’t enjoy, mind you.) Probably need to reach a balance there.

I have NaNoWriMo going on, which I’d be half-inclined to suspend, but, dammit, I made it through half the month, and I’m gonna make it through the second half. Dammit.

That ties into my commitment to get a game running. Which is probably a New Calendar Year thing, but which weighs on me.

Commitments at work, of course. Defining processes (internal and external). Being a manager. Finishing the two damned employee reviews that are going on a month late.

Reading.

Little things like taking care of Katherine and being a good hubby and getting the place cleaned up and ready for Thanksgiving.

Oh, yeah. Starting Christmas stuff. We bought our cards. Now I have to do them. Oh, wait, I never collated in the address changes from last year. Gotta do that. And print out envelopes. And …

And that’s not counting the other long-term projects.

Oh, and I really need to turn over the church web page to this other gal that can give it the time and attention it needs.

And stuff like that.

Hmmmm. I’d like a little cheese with that whine.

Anyway, I hope D-man is feeling better soon. Really, truly. This one’s for you, dude.

I hate HR problems

I do. I really do. I really, really, really do. I hate not being able to talk about them even more. I even hate being as compassionate as I am….

I do. I really do. I really, really, really do.

I hate not being able to talk about them even more.

I even hate being as compassionate as I am. Occasionally.

“Hi, I’m Dave, and I used to work at Burger King.”

“Hi, Dave.” Welcome to the BK Therapy Site. Even for an old-timer like me, this is still bloody funny. (Via Quiddity)…

“Hi, Dave.”

Welcome to the BK Therapy Site. Even for an old-timer like me, this is still bloody funny.

(Via Quiddity)

By the way … thanks

I mentioned before my being “published.” In other words, having achieved some success and recognition in my job. Some thanks are due (with preliminary thanks to speakeasy for pointing it…

I mentioned before my being “published.” In other words, having achieved some success and recognition in my job.

Some thanks are due (with preliminary thanks to speakeasy for pointing it out himself).

Thanks to Margie, who put up with my late hours and cranky disposition while writing and rewriting this stuff. “We’ve only just begun …” but it’s a good start.

And thanks to my folks, who taught me the hard-work-ethic parable-of-the-talents thang. Irritating lessons, sometimes, but also of value. And for their support, too.

And, on that sappy note, it’s time for bed. Way past time, in fact …

I’ve been published! I’ve been published!

I’ve been published! I’ve been published! Well, internally, at least. All the standards and policies which I either wrote or heavily edited over the last couple of months got officially…

I’ve been published! I’ve been published!

Well, internally, at least. All the standards and policies which I either wrote or heavily edited over the last couple of months got officially posted on our company’s Intranet today. So now I can defend the policies, rather than defending the lack thereof.

Of course, they published the wrong version of them. But, still, it’s really cool. Provides some validationy sort of stuff.

You mean I have to do real work?

I’m off on business for the next few days, the nature of which will not lend itself to mid-day blogging. Which means that most of my activity will take place…

I’m off on business for the next few days, the nature of which will not lend itself to mid-day blogging. Which means that most of my activity will take place in the hotel, at night. Assuming the Marriott’s broadband conenction has actually improved any (some nights it’s high latency but decent throughput; some nights it’s high latency to the point of timing out any sort of connection possibility).

So if you come by during the day and there’s nothing (new) here … that’s why.

Similar restrictions on the NaNoWriMo work, though I might be able to sneak some of that in passing.

The Saga of Three-Star Dave

Back in the dim, dusty, dark ages of my life, along about Summer 1994, my company got access to the Internet via e-mail. It was good timing, since I was…

Back in the dim, dusty, dark ages of my life, along about Summer 1994, my company got access to the Internet via e-mail. It was good timing, since I was seriously burnt-out from a six-month field assignment full of 18-hour days and bitter, hostile clients. I dove in like a drowning man to a swimming pool.

But at the time, I had a problem. Y’see, everyone on the Internet has a sig line. This has faded — slightly — at least in the circles I circle. But in those days, it seemed the bigger the sig line the better. Big, elaborate ASCII-art. Multiple boxes with names, addresses, pithy Blake’s 7 quotes.

Lots of which was obviously designed around an earlier era of fixed-pitch display fonts.

So Dave needed a sig line. But nothing that would look goofy when translated into Times Roman.

Ever the imaginative graphics designer, I realized that a fixed, left-margin text border would look cool, and would translate into any font.

So …

*** Dave Hill
*** dhill@pas01.mycompany.com
*** “Reality takes its toll …
*** … please have exact change.”

And so it went.

And eventually I was typing “*** Dave” enough that I was using it even in company e-mail (which, in those days, was still a minority of my traffic).

And now you know the rest of the story.

(Note that, properly speaking, there should be a space between the third asterisk and the capital D. In most display cases, though, like on the page title, I leave the space out, since, in those cases, that looks better. Irritatingly enough, though, Google ignores asterisks in its searches.)

Health Report

Dave: Feeling better today, a bit snuffly, but the long nap yesterday and the decent sleep last night have refreshed me. Felt well enough to go up and rake aout…

Dave: Feeling better today, a bit snuffly, but the long nap yesterday and the decent sleep last night have refreshed me. Felt well enough to go up and rake aout eight bags of leaves on the front porch. Good thing I’m recovering, too, since I have IT dignitaries coming into the office over the next few days. Not my direct bosses, but still Influential People.

Margie: She’s about a day behind me, so today is her day to take a long mid-day nap.

Katherine: Feeling a lot better (evidently early aspects of this illness were part of why she was so fractious at night — she’s doing much better there, too). Very snotty, and a bit clingy, but a world better than a week ago. She’s also vocalizing like crazy, lots of different sounds. Makes us wonder if she’s going to be one of those kids who, when they start to really talk, talk in actual sentences.

Time passages

So we lost power at our office today. Actually, I suspect a big chunk of Denver West was knocked out — certainly the signals along Colfax Blvd. were down for…

So we lost power at our office today. Actually, I suspect a big chunk of Denver West was knocked out — certainly the signals along Colfax Blvd. were down for quite a ways. I strongly suspect it had to do with the massive retail construction project across the street, unless it was the trenches they’re digging along Indiana …

Anyway, so power was out for about half an hour before I decided to come home and work from here. Lots of work to do, as previously described.

And, of course, my machine didn’t close down well, so the Exchange store on my machine was taking — well, a long time to sync up. So my work ability from home was impaired.

I’m going to have to skip the WinXP roll-out soiree tomorrow. Way too much to do before COB Friday for me to take off for the day — or even for half a day. Rats.