Author: Karel Kerezman

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Seven

    (Edited, 25 April 2003, because of continual poor linkage.)

    If you came here via Globe Of Blogs, the link you followed is incorrect. To get to the most recent entry you can click the PPF channel link over there to the right, or bookmark this URL: http://greyduck.net/ppf/. And here’s hoping that the update request I sent to Globe Of Blogs is acted upon soon. It’s been a few weeks, so pardon me if I don’t hold my breath…

    (End edit, begin original content.)

    By the time anyone can read this, I’ll be in the Seattle area at an anime convention. Through the magic of post-dated journal entries, I still have the power to bring you this week’s PPF:

    PAST – Is it true that everybody has one great travel adventure in their childhood? Let’s find out. If you’ve ever had one, tell us about it.

    PRESENT – And then tell us about the last time you travelled out of your hometown. (If you’re a Portlander, crossing the Columbia into Vancouver doesn’t count. So there.)

    FUTURE – Solar System Tours, Inc has just offered you an all-expenses round trip to view the planet of your choice. It’ll involve several months of travel and a couple of cryogenic freezings, but it’s bound to be worth it. Which planet do you choose, though?

    This time I’ll put my answers into the comments. (I’m still experimenting, okay? I decided that my parentheticals were distracting from the presentation of the questions…) You are free to do the same, or just answer these on your own website and leave a comment here so we know how to find ’em. And remember, when you link back use this URL: http://greyduck.net/ppf/

    There’ll be all kinds of updating when I get back. Until then I bid you all, friends and strangers alike, a wonderful weekend.

  • Yes, folks, it’s been confirmed. I’m an idiot.

    This morning, shortly after 9:00, Duckpond (the server that hosts this site, among others) decided to start sending assloads of spam. I spent a frantic hour looking over logs, checking for security breaches and the like, and generally panicking like a headless chicken. Or duck, if you prefer.

    And then I found the culprit. (I’d have found it sooner if I’d read the headers on the spam messages more closely to begin with, of course.) For some reason I can’t even remember anymore, I had a PHP “formmail” script laying around on the server. Someone found it and abused the living shit out of it, mostly to spam AOL addresses. How nice.

    I’m going to go turn in my Geek Membership Card now, as I have clearly forfeited any credibility I might once have had.

    Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Stupid. Ladies and gentlemen, I am the April Fool.

  • April’s Fool

    I’ve been told that my face is next to the word “gullible” in the dictionary. I wouldn’t be surprised, but I’m afraid to look to confirm or deny the statement…

    • Right off the bat this morning, I fell for one of Slashdot‘s April Fool’s pranks. Bonus points to the person who can spot which one. (And no telling, Lilith!) I even knew that they were running prank stories, and I still fell for it. Gah.
    • Marconi and Tiny hijacked Jaime Cooley’s email and sent out an “I quit” message to the all-staff group. I fell for it. Then again, I really do think Jaime deserves better than to have to put up with those two, but…
    • Beyond the aforementioned spammer event, other work-related absurdity included a computer that refused to install a simple piece of software. I checked the computer for broken system files, I ran spyware removal (found lots of nastiness), I tinkered and fiddled to no avail. As a last-ditch effort I forcibly extracted the files from the installer into a directory. Lo and behold, it worked perfectly. That’s two hours of my life I want back, dammit.
    • My day took a marked turn for the better shortly after 2:00 in the afternoon, when Lilith showed up for our lunch date. She chose the venue, a little bento-ish place just off Milwaukie and Powell. We ate teriyaki chicken and took turns ranting and raving and cracking wise. I wasn’t “all better” when we left, but I was well on my way to it.
    • Luckily, nothing much happened for the rest of my workday, after which I went home and engaged Alexander in a half-dozen rounds of Slavemaster CTF Unreal Tournament. Not only is UT a great form of digital mayhem and destruction, but the Slavemaster mod means that we enslave those we destroy until they bring us enough stuff to earn their freedom. I won’t play UT any other way, folks. Hell yes.
    • Wendi fixed spaghetti, and tonight we actually have parmesan cheese for it. Woo hoo! Now if only we can find my shaver…

    And that’s the rest of my day, in a nutshell. Which is, as always, an appropriate receptacle. I can’t wait for Thursday when I leave for SakuraCon. Yeah.

  • The Secret Life Of Wendi Kerezman

    So Wendi and I settled once again into the computer room for a nice, relaxing evening spent online. I fired up a web browser and AIM, she launched her present gaming addiction, The Sims Online. This is pretty typical, really, which tells you a lot about what kind of rock-and-roll lifestyle we lead at the Kerezman abode.

    Wendi’s been playing “TSO” for many months. She’s quite devoted to it, having taken last year’s beta-testing duties to heart and possessing a sincere interest in the success of the game, as well as those aspects that detract from its success. In order to keep her property among the higher-rated places in her chosen “city,” she plays often.

    Tonight she was in her property, welcoming newbies and building skills. At one point she took a bit of a break to trim Alex’s hair. Her Sim character was set a skill-building task, which is usually good for a few minutes if you need to step away from the computer. I, of course, don’t often pay much attention to the game, having burned out on the concept of The Sims quite some time ago during a week’s experience with the original game.

    So you can imagine my surprise when I glance over and see this:

    Click for the full screenshot

    “Uh, honey?”

    “Yes?”

    “Uh, what exactly is your character doing?”

    “Building a skill, why?”

    “Uh, she just grabbed the top of the cage, pulled herself up, and started making humping motions. Is that normal?”

    “Yep.”

    “Oooookay…”

    I swear to you that I am not making this up. I suspect that if more lonely geeks knew that there were interactive cage-dancing avatars running amok in this game, they’d be signing over their paychecks to EA Games in droves.

    Let’s just say that this is a side of Wendi’s personality I never expected to see, and leave it at that.

  • Just this one time, politics and war.

    And I’m not even going to try to hold forth with my own words. Instead I shall use somebody else’s, acquired via JMS. (If you know who that is, great. If you don’t, an explanation won’t mean much to you, and is in fact irrelevant to the posting itself.)

    Something which may shed some light on this discussion…direct from the Senate floor, a while back…

    jms

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    Senate Remarks by Robert C. Byrd

    March 19, 2003

    “The Arrogance of Power”

    I believe in this beautiful country. I have studied its roots and gloried in the wisdom of its magnificent Constitution. I have marveled at the wisdom of its founders and framers. Generation after generation of Americans has understood the lofty ideals that underlie our great republic. I have been inspired by the story of their sacrifice and their strength.

    But, today I weep for my country. I have watched the events of recent months with a heavy, heavy heart. No more is the image of America one of strong, yet benevolent peacekeeper. The image of America has changed. Around the globe, our friends mistrust us, our word is disputed, our intentions are questioned.

    Instead of reasoning with those with whom we disagree, we demand obedience or threaten recrimination. Instead of isolating Saddam Hussein, we seem to have isolated ourselves. We proclaim a new doctrine of preemption which is understood by few and feared by many. We say that the United States has the right to turn its firepower on any corner of the globe which might be suspect in the war on terrorism. We assert that right without the sanction of any international body. As a result, the world has become a much more dangerous place.

    We flaunt our superpower status with arrogance. We treat UN Security Council members like ingrates who offend our princely dignity by lifting their heads from the carpet. Valuable alliances are split. After war has ended, the United States will have to rebuild much more than the country of Iraq. We will have to rebuild America’s image around the globe.

    The case this Administration tries to make to justify its fixation with war is tainted by charges of falsified documents and circumstantial evidence. We cannot convince the world of the necessity of this war for one simple reason. This is a war of choice.

    There is no credible information to connect Saddam Hussein to 9/11. The twin towers fell because a world-wide terrorist group, Al Qaeda, with cells in over 60 nations, struck at our wealth and our influence by turning our own planes into missiles, one of which would likely have slammed into the dome of this beautiful Capitol except for the brave sacrifice of the passengers on board.

    The brutality seen on September 11th and in other terrorist attacks we have witnessed around the globe are the violent and desperate efforts by extremists to stop the daily encroachment of western values upon their cultures. That is what we fight. It is a force not confined to borders. It is a shadowy entity with many faces, many names, and many addresses.

    But, this Administration has directed all of the anger, fear, and grief which emerged from the ashes of the twin towers and the twisted metal of the Pentagon towards a tangible villain, one we can see and hate and attack. And villain he is. But, he is the wrong villain. And this is the wrong war. If we attack Saddam Hussein, we will probably drive him from power. But, the zeal of our friends to assist our global war on terrorism may have already taken flight.

    The general unease surrounding this war is not just due to “orange alert.” There is a pervasive sense of rush and risk and too many questions unanswered. How long will we be in Iraq? What will be the cost? What is the ultimate mission? How great is the danger at home? A pall has fallen over the Senate Chamber. We avoid our solemn duty to debate the one topic on the minds of all Americans, even while scores of thousands of our sons and daughters faithfully do their duty in Iraq.

    What is happening to this country? When did we become a nation which ignores and berates our friends? When did we decide to risk undermining international order by adopting a radical and doctrinaire approach to using our awesome military might? How can we abandon diplomatic efforts when the turmoil in the world cries out for diplomacy?

    Why can this President not seem to see that America’s true power lies not in its will to intimidate, but in its ability to inspire?

    War appears inevitable. But, I continue to hope that the cloud will lift. Perhaps Saddam will yet turn tail and run. Perhaps reason will somehow still prevail. I along with millions of Americans will pray for the safety of our troops, for the innocent civilians in Iraq, and for the security of our homeland. May God continue to bless the United States of America in the troubled days ahead, and may we somehow recapture the vision which for the present eludes us.

    And this concludes my attempt to take a stand on this whole situation. Have a pleasant evening, America, wherever you are.

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Six

    As Geoffrey and I discuss ways to shed all semblance of artistic integrity (Styx’s “Come Sail Away” set to Tenchi Muyo footage, for instance), it dawns on me that it’s kinda Friday. Which makes it PPF time. Perhaps I should, to quote any number of Monty Python sketches, “Get on with it!”

    PAST – At some point in our childhood we’re each one of us an artist of some sort, even if it’s just a scam artist. Tell us about something you created and showed off to parents and friends. Preferably it should be something with high embarrassment potential, of course.

    (I designed a vehicle of some sort once, all done with a straight-edge tool and pencil. Somehow I managed to have it shown off as part of the school’s art exhibit. It was ruddy awful. I should’ve stuck to writing. Then again, we can see how that’s turned out, can’t we?)

    PRESENT – What was your most recent artistic endeavor, regardless of whether it’s seen the light of day?

    (Mwahahahaha… I am a four-time anime music video creator. Damn, but I do rock this town.)

    FUTURE – When they’ve perfected the direct interface between your thoughts and the tools so that pure imagination is all it takes to create any kind of imagery you see fit, what’s the first thing you’ll dazzle mankind with?

    (A series of spectacular light shows set to music. Not videos, but shapes and beams and fogs and color, changing and pulsating in the sky. Magic in the air, oh yes.)

    Leave a comment with the link to your answers, or the answers themselves, and when you link back please use this URL: http://greyduck.net/ppf/

    Thank you, and enjoy!