Month: June 2002

Nyssa writes:

I am told that a fun new pastime folks with differently-hosted blogs (*cough* livejournal *cough*) have been engaging in is to go to Google and type in “(name) is” with their own first name to see what it brings up.

So, sure, I’m game. Fred is…

  • …an ongoing research project at OCLC Online Computer Library Center, Inc.
  • …a no-show, but the protest by 15 of ‘his people’ goes on, anyway.
  • …condemned to death
  • …very user friendly.
  • …now offering a one day fly fishing class.
  • …intended for everyone from the infrequent user to the experienced engineer.
  • …receiving counseling and behavior modifications to help with his challenged areas.
  • …from humble beginnings, but he has worked and studied with the best.
  • …a pagination application that has been developed specifically to design and produce newspaper and magazine pages.
  • …a pivotal force in the southern California blues community.
  • …ALL motorcyclists and yet, curiously, no specific one.
  • …shown here on stage at the New York State Fair on August 28th.
  • …always convinced that his parents are about to give him a cat when obstacles suddenly arise.
  • …a charitable foundation under section 501(c)(3) of the Internal Revenue Service Code.
  • …a mystery drifter of some sort.
  • …orbiting Earth aboard the International Space Station.
  • …sure to sell out fast.

And you are…?

So anyway, fellow capper Nyssa e-mails earlier to say that she’s been having some trouble loading my weblog lately. Thinking maybe it’s a browser-related problem, I fire up my seldom-used (but pretty up-to-date) version of Netscape…and I realize, okay, the page loads fine, but it sure looks like crap.

The links are an ugly brown color, the right-hand column isn’t where it’s supposed to be, and I can’t access any of my archived posts. I think I understand what’s causing the problem, and I appreciate anyone who continues to visit in spite of it, but geez. I remember when I would refuse to use any browser other than Netscape.

For no reason at all, I just spent the past hour re-listening to Neil Gaiman’s “Murder Mysteries“. It’s probably the first thing of his I ever read, years before I even knew or cared who Neil Gaiman was, before I stumbled upon The Sandman series with World’s End. “Mysteries” is a subtle and haunting story, and every time I hear it or read it, I discover something new.

Last night, also for no particular reason, I listened to Gaiman read a wonderful story from American Gods, which I haven’t read yet, and another from Smoke and Mirrors, which I have. I find, quite suddenly, that I am now…out of Neil Gaiman stories to listen to. It seems wholly unfair that I’ll miss his appearance in New York by less than a week.

A five-day extension on my short Fourth of July vacation isn’t too much to ask, is it…? I mean, my boss is going to be out of town that week anyway…