Author: Karel Kerezman

  • My First Compy

    This News.com.com story takes some famous names in the IT biz and asks them each what their first computer was. Then the story invites readers to share their own “first computer” info.

    But… you have to subscribe to their website to do so. Wow, no, thanks, I’ll just… hey! I have my own site!

    Anyway. I must have been about twelve years old, as I’m pretty sure this was during the later stretch of Mom’s marriage to Mike Schomler, and we were living in the (rather nice) double-wide on the hillside above the Westerdahl property. (My stepdad worked for them at the time. I’ll have to tell some more stories about those years, later, won’t I?) I don’t remember how I came into possession of such a thing, but my first computer was a quirky self-contained lump of metal and plastic dubbed the Commodore PET 2001. It sported a built-in (cassette) tape drive and a quaint chiclet-style keyboard. Yes, it was many years later that I learned to touch-type, as it’s nigh-impossible to do so on a purely rectangular layout. Almost all of the actual programming (from scratch) that I’ve ever done in my life was on that machine, though. Hell, I even still have some of the tapes… though I’m pretty sure they’re degraded beyond all use, now, if not entirely copied over with music I recorded from the radio. (My other favorite toy during those years was my portable cassette/radio deck, after all.)

    While I made use of a variety of other machines (those of friends and classrooms) in the years since I gave up on the PET, it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that I owned a computer of my own again. Ah, back when a 486 was a wonder to behold…

  • ED: It’s not just for heroes anymore.

    As I scrolled through the collection of work email messages I knew I’d be deleting momentarily, one subject line caught my eye. It assured me that ED is a problem for many people, and promised me a way to take care of it. I thought, “Wow, that’s some really well-targeted spam. How did they know I’m a City of Heroes/Villains player? Why yes, Enhancement Diversity is a sham and a pox upon the playerbase.”

    Then I thought some more and… laughed. No, sorry, I don’t have that problem. Thank goodness.

  • Craigrom who?

    This morning I deleted the third in a series of attempted comment spams, all pointing to one or another subdomain of craigrom.com. (No, I’m not linking them. That’d sort of defeat the purpose of deleting the spam comments, wouldn’t it? Don’t worry. I’ve looked and there’s nothing of note to be found there.) The comments all take the rather odd form of an inquiry as to how one can best access my site’s feed. Uh, if you can’t figure out how to find the (well-linked and automation-friendly) feed link on this site, you don’t deserve to use the feed. Thanks for playing, buh-bye.

    You’d think that after all this time, other industries would look at the backlash against comment spam and think, “Hmm, maybe attempting to artificially inflate our Google PageRank in this fashion might not work out as well as we might have hoped.” But hey, never underestimate greedy bastards with more money than sense, eh?

    If this keeps up I’m going to need a “Spamhatred” subcategory. Granted, I didn’t have to deal with as much of this in years past, but I’m still glad I made the switch. Deleting the spam manually took far more effort; at least WordPress makes it dead easy, and rarely does a spammer actually get their message onto my site.

  • Etymology for fun and… fun.

    I’m something of an armchair etymologist. No, that’s not the guy who’s into bugs. Anyway. Today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day isn’t actually a word but is instead a phrase. I’ve misused this particular term often enough that seeing the proper definition caught my eye, and upon further investigation I read the following:

    deus ex machina \DAY-uhs-eks-MAH-kuh-nuh; -nah; -MAK-uh-nuh\, noun:
    1. In ancient Greek and Roman drama, a god introduced by means of a crane to unravel and resolve the plot.
    2. Any active agent who appears unexpectedly to solve an apparently insoluble difficulty.

    The emphasis in Definition Number One is mine, and highlights what I found most amusing. “Deus ex machina” translates to “god from machine,” and it turns out that it’s a more literal meaning than I originally expected. This is the sort of stuff that puts a smile on my face. I love learning where things came from, especially when it includes colorful, fanciful details such as ancient wire-fu antics.

    Of course, because I’m a weirdo, the first joke that popped into my head goes something like, “If it was an old-looking goddess, could you say it was a crone on a crane?”

    (As an aside, does it creep anyone else out that my search for “Gil Grissom” on Google turned up at least one slashfic link on the first page of results? Ewww.)

  • Vacation Time Is Over

    I didn’t set out to spend a week avoiding my writing duties. Truly I didn’t. Time and events just ran away with me, and I wasn’t really in a headspace conducive to cranking out the kind of clever, witty, entertaining verbage that you’ve all come to expect from your favorite hue-impaired waterfowl.

    Of course, this means I have a lot of tidbits to share with you. Take the following, for instance. (Please.)

    Conversation with treeloverkath at 2006-02-02 09:58:10 on thelittlegreyduck (yahoo)
    (09:58:10) treeloverkath: Hey there, I was just on yahoo , i noticed your profile, anyways, you seem interesting. 😛
    (09:58:21) thelittlegreyduck: I have a profile on Yahoo?
    (09:58:26) treeloverkath: here use this link:www.pure-match.comvu/members/missy_kitty/
    (09:58:34) treeloverkath: oopps, I meant to write “.com”, hehe.. search for “missy_kitty”. anyways, my friend is here, i gotta run, tty soon.
    (09:58:38) thelittlegreyduck: *snort*
    (09:58:52) treeloverkath: do you wanna check out my profile and pictures..?
    (09:59:19) thelittlegreyduck: No, I want not to be spammed randomly.

    Social engineering spam at its finest. And by “finest” I mean “most annoying and yet rather sneaky.” Note the supposed typo, a trick I suspect is meant to get around certain IM spam blocking plugins by deliberately not matching the website address. Then, of course, I’m supposed to manually type in the “correct” address.

    As the kids like to say, “Puh-leeeze.”

    Life in meatspace comes with its own sources of amusement, such as the following tidbit of vitally useful information I heard on the bus the other day:

    Everything you could want to know on the Internet is on the Internet.

    You don’t say!

    I’ll leave you (for now) with a random thought that popped into my head the last time I was traveling northward: When you’re on the train, you only see the railroad crossings with their barriers lowered, but this is not their normal state. In what way is the journey you’re on affecting your perspective?

    (Yeah. Pretty damned deep for a Friday afternoon. I amaze me, sometimes.)

  • Quoth the webmaster, “Nevermore.”

    Today we mark the end of an era. That would be the “Monaural Jerk Era,” the peak of which saw five websites I manage (or have helped manage) running that particular content-management system. Ashalen left the platform long ago. I moved to WordPress at the beginning of the year, then I migrated Wendi’s site. I turned The Lab into a wiki from a blog, and now Lil’s blog has joined me in WordPress bliss. (Mari runs WordPress as well, but she converted from Movable Type instead; Kylanath remains a big fan of MT, which I don’t begrudge her one bit. Whatever makes you happy, hon’!)

    Getting “Note of the Day” truly blissful, however, took a fair number of hours and no few headaches. The only good-looking purple-schemed template I could find was a conversion to WordPress of a theme from an entirely different platform, and whoever did the conversion gave me some of the sloppiest website code I’ve ever seen. Glaring errors, screwed up line encodings and horrific indentation cost me at least an hour all on their own, nevermind the actual design challenges I faced in making the thing work the way I wanted it to.

    And then I loaded the site in Internet Explorer only to run smack-dab into the so-called “float drop” problem, the details of which I won’t bore you with, but I can tell you that I fixed it by editing one particular entry that included a bunch of fixed-width tables.

    Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get away from my computer for a while and put some food in me. Spending all afternoon coding (and fending off whiny salespeople) on an empty stomach is not my preferred mode of operation…