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When I was growing up, I didn’t have to worry about what my parents wrote about me. Neither of them wrote much. OK, my mom’s great about letters and cards, and my dad’s pretty good about postcards from key locations, or travel events. And I know my mom journals. But that kind of communication is, I think, fundamentally different from the public forum of blogging. As I continue to be a daddy blogger, I pay attention to others of the same ilk.

Man, you really never know what you’re going to get from Amazon.com. In reality, this is a test-post from within flickr. I’ve joined recently, and started playing around. Now I’ll have 3 levels of pictures. Everything I take is on my hard drive. Things that I think worth sharing at all will be in my gallery and things that I think are quite good and may deserve a larger audience will show up in my flickr stream.

The theme for this week’s Word-a-Day is interesting. It’s all about the positive versions of words we always hear in the negative. Here are the introductory paragraphs from today’s word (sipid): Why is there so much negativity around us? Open a newspaper, watch TV, listen to the radio, and you find nothing but negative words. Ever wonder why some words almost always appear in their negative

I tend to think of the server that my in-laws use for their business: http://www.fayrealestate.com/ as falling in the same category as my other “personal” machines — like the one that hosts this blog, and http://www.santaal.com/ and so forth. I need to start thinking of them as clients instead. Yesterday, they were having some trouble. I did some investigation and found that a awstats vulnerability had been exploited. I was sure I’d password-protected the awstats pages, but when I looked through the apache configs, I found no such thing.

I don’t think he reads my blog, at least not with any regularity, but yesterday my brother-in-law IM’ed me this URL: a newsgroup I posted to in 1991, in which I discuss a variety of topics from the LPMud I was helping run at the time, to the future of VR, to teledildonics — all on a thread started by Howard Rheingold. Does anything on the internet ever really die? Who reads a nntp://sci.

I was reading on The long tail, the blog authored by the editor-in-chief of Wired magazine, that he doesn’t visit mainstream media sites directly any more. He gets all of his news filtered through a select (but large) group of bloggers, figuring that if it mattered, it would get blogged about, and so he’d come across it. I had a friend and office-mate that treated a few mailing lists that way.

It’s been a while since I’ve stumbled across something on the web that made me chuckle quite like “stuff on my cat”. I was looking for new themes for wordpress, because when I get stuck on what I’m working on, it’s easier to fantasize about how my blog could look than fix whatever is stumping me at the moment. One link lead to another lead to stuff on my cat. Of course, they claim to be mentioned in GQ and several other magazines, so it’s hardly a discovery.

For reasons that I won’t go into here (If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll tell you later. If you’re really lucky, maybe you can guess.) I Googled on “PBF NSFW”. (OK, Actually, I A9’ed. I like saving money at Amazon). Anyway, the first link was just PBF archive. I went. I saw that “PBF” stood for “Perry Bible Fellowship”, and I stopped right there. After all, I had just done a Google (and yes, this time I mean Google) blogsearch on Altoona, and found the top entry was the Altoona First Southern Baptist Church Men’s Ministry Blog.

Reviewing links on Choicy White Boy, I noticed that there’s a link to the blog of the Author of the WordPress Theme I’m using (journalized-winter). I checked it out, and saw that he had a “nerd score” of 92. Pretty nerdy, I thought. So, I took the quiz. I should learn not to take quizes. In other online quizes, I learned that I was a satanist, who my “inner rock star” was (Chris Isaac?