Month: October 2003

  • NaNo Rethink

    I had sort of a harebrained idea for this year’s NaNoWriMo novel, and I’ve spent weeks trying to figure out how to set up the plot points and make it all work without being unbearably cheesy.

    Day after day, night after night, no luck, no dice, no go.

    This afternoon, in the shower, it hit me. I have a better story idea, and it’s one that I worked out the plot points for almost a year ago. I’m going to wrap it in part of the discarded story idea so I can continue with the plan to work on describing locations better by setting a few scenes here in Portland. (I need to work on my descriptive abilities, and I figured this year’s NaNo would be the best venue for practice. I’ll take my laptop places and take my best shot at describing the sights, smells and sounds while not breaking the narrative flow too badly.)

    The good news is that I have much more confidence in my ability to finish the novel. The bad news is that I’m going to have to essentially write two stories at once, interweaving the two, while changing perspectives if not tenses.

    “Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a padded cell. I died there. They buried me six feet deep. The worms nibbled my brain. It drove me crazy. Crazy? I was crazy once…”

  • Past, Present, Future – Round Thirty-six

    PAST: Juice, milk, or soda?

    PRESENT: Coffee, tea, or cocoa?

    FUTURE: By land, by air or by sea?

    “One of these things is not like the others, one of these things does not belong…” Oh well. Perhaps I’m overly fond of these “free-interpretation” PPFs, but they’re fun dammit!

    Anyway. You know how to play, folks. Leave a comment with your answers or the link thereto, and when you link back please use the following handy-dandy always-current permalink: http://greyduck.net/ppf/

    Thanks once again!

  • The triumph of marketing over perspective.

    I unpacked our new GM’s computer from CDW, and instead of the usual unmarked keyboard box I found this:

    Wow. Could we be a little bit more full of self-importance, please? Sheesh!

    *smirk*

    And in the “oh, these are the problems you wanna have” department, it turns out that I have to burn a whole week’s worth of vacation hours on top of what I’m already spending to do OryCon and take an extra day after Thanksgiving weekend. Since I can’t take an entire week off or Very Bad Things will happen, it looks like I’m going to be taking a whole slew of three-day weekends…

  • Gator IS Spyware

    So it’s not as though I really need to point out or drive traffic to the little-known website called Slashdot, but every now and then I just can’t help myself. Take this thread, for instance:

    Gator Forces Site To Remove ‘Spyware’ Label

    There’s a lot of good vitriol in there, but this tidbit really caught my eye as a piece of above-and-beyond humor:

    Dear Gator,

    Gator is Spyware, you f***ers. Spyware. Spyware. Spyware.

    Please send me a nastygram. My career is stalled, and I could really use the publicity.

    Love,

    Wil Wheaton
    Linux weenie who doesn’t even use your crappy SPYware.

    PS- It’s spyware.

    He’s right, you know. Gator is spyware. The best removal tool for all such malware is Spybot Search & Destroy, just so you know.

    That, or don’t run Windows. *smirk*

    (Yes, Mari, I linked to Wil Wheaton. Yes, this is one of the signs of the forthcoming Apocalypse.)

  • Uncluttering My Inbox

    I run my own email server. I’m still convinced this is a good idea for a die-hard geek like myself, but it does have some downsides. For instance, I have an additional layer of complexity to deal with when fighting spam.

    One weapon in my arsenal of spam-fighting techniques is the daily throw-away email address, as seen in the upper-right corner of this website. It works pretty well, all things considered. Only twice have I received spam at an active daily alias. (You almost have to admire the nimble little spammers. And by “admire” I mean “eviscerate.”)

    Letting the address harvesters gather those throw-away aliases, however, comes at a cost. For every message a spammer sends to a now-outdated alias, my server then has to try to successfully bounce that message to sender. Since the vast majority of sender data is faked, you end up with a double-bounce scenario where the attempt to bounce a message bounces back to the postmaster of the domain the spam was being sent to.

    Yep. I get to see the spam anyway, except now it’s buried inside of “delivery failure” notices. How nice. As a for-instance, I can go to bed at 11pm right after checking email for the night, wake up at 8am and find upwards of 50 emails titled “Failure Notice” in my inbox.

    Some of you are probably way ahead of me on this one. “Gee,” I realized this morning, “Why don’t I just create a new administrative email account and change the ‘postmaster’ alias to point to that instead of to my real email address?” (The cleverer geeks among you will be wondering why I ever pointed ‘postmaster’ to my main personal account instead of going this route in the first place. Oh, how I wish I had a good answer for you…)

    And so I have done. The difference is positively astounding. I’ve increasingly been in the habit over the last few months of checking my inbox compulsively because I knew that with every click there would be a new “failure” or two or three to erase while I waited for real mail to show up.

    The only email I now receive is actually addressed directly to my email account. Some of it is still spam, but almost all of that is tagged by SpamAssassin at the server level and filtered accordingly by my mail client. I’m overjoyed by the lack of tedium involved in checking my email!

    All I have to do now is break my compulsive mail-checking habit. That, and convince people to actually send me email…

  • Continuing the “death” line of thinking…

    Thanks to Dawn for this quiz…

    I will be struck down by a meteor!



    How will you die? Take the Exotic Cause of Death Test
    What’s less likely then being struck by lightning? That’s right, a meteor strike!
    Just your luck!

    That’s okay. She’s going to be crushed by a giant duck.

    Don’t say it. Don’t even think it. Hush, you.