While I was being a lazy bum up in Seattle, Heather was doing this:
Wow. That’s a whole lot more brave than I could ever imagine being.
Again I say, wow. I’m impressed. Looks like a helluva lot of fun… for somebody other than me.
Month: March 2004
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Don’t mind the mess.
I’m doing another upgrade here, so if things are sorta tweaked out or broken or just plain weird… it’s me. It’s all me. Feel free to tell me what’s not working for you, though. Maybe I’ll miss something if nobody tells me!
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The move continues…
This afternoon and evening will be spent, once again, helping Wendi and the kids move into their new apartment. On tonight’s agenda is the electronic equipment (computers, audio-video gear), as well as getting the washer/dryer over to my place and (finally) getting my box spring home.
The kids are handling things better than the adults, in a lot of ways, though Wendi’s holding up fairly well all things being equal. I worry, but I’m a born worrier so I’m working very hard not to let it show or to let it dictate my responses.
Tomorrow the heavy stuff gets moved to the apartment, and this weekend we’ll be cleaning the house. Six years and some-odd of detritus and wear and tear need cleaning out and off…
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North, then South again
“Why the sudden silence,” you ask? “Again,” you add?
I took off for the Seattle area early on Friday to visit with Dawn. For the record, I highly recommend train travel over bus travel. Sure, Amtrak is chronically late… but there are fewer annoying people and you’re not packed in like sardines alongside ‘em.
Anyway. I arrived at the Tukwila station around noon just in time to enjoy a brief rain squall in the middle of a bright sunshiney day. Oh, how I’ve missed Seattle weather. (And by “missed” I mean “managed to blot out from my memory as a trauma defense mechanism.”) Okay, I’m teasing a bit there. Portland weather can be almost as freakish…
And, ah, by “Tukwila station” I mean “a raised platform attached to the rest of civilization by a switchback series of long, long ramps.” Apparently the real station is yet to be built. It’s kinda neat, really.
Dawn and I went out to lunch, then pretty much spent the weekend either shopping, hanging out, playing games or eating. Well, okay, we slept occasionally. All in all, I enjoyed the visit and ended the weekend much more relaxed than I’d started out.
As for not updating when I got home or at any point yesterday… well, I’m a lazy butt. I thought you knew that!
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Interesting reading about spam
If you’re wondering about the state of email spam filtering, here’s a relatively positive outlook on the subject.
Rewriting the spam in less spammy language is the only one of these strategies likely to succeed. But this takes a lot of work. It may not even be possible for some spams. How do you rewrite a mortgage spam without using terms like “refinance” (.9612), “lenders” (.9862), or “mortgage” (.9995)? And remember, whatever euphemisms you use, they have to be different from the ones used by every mortgage spammer before you. Surely at this point it would be less work for the spammer to switch to some more legitimate business.
That’s an important consideration. If the only way to get past Bayesian filters is to write spams more cleverly, we’ve made spamming a lot harder, because we’ve shifted the burden of cleverness from the few comparatively smart people who write spamware to the large number of stupider people who write the spams.
Go forth and be enlightened, o fellow sufferer of email spam.
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Giant Battle Ducky
My battle monster beat Kyla’s battle monster, nyah nyah!
Bring it on.