Gecko Bloggle

After the first welcome page, you do NOT have to click anything…
Bit of a brain bender at first, and then you get used to it pretty quick.
Maybe one day, the next big thing will be the NO-button mouse.

http://www.dontclick.it/

Or “How I went from a long-haired zippy geek to a motivational speaker in just Twelve! Short! Months!”

So, for any of you that know me, you’ll not be surprised that I’m the kinda guy who finds Tony Robbins kinda freaky. Same goes for any of those folks carrying around those manpurse (murse?) Day-Timer things with the removable pages and the pen holder on one side, and the PalmPilot pocket on the other. They just give me the willies. Both the people who push the stuff, and the people who use the stuff. I’ve always thought I’m too much of a cowboy to use any of the “How To Organize Your Life Into Three Coffee Cups and an A-Team Lunchbox” sorts of articles. I remember using Lotus Organizer for a while in ’97/’98, and I felt like I could still maintain some sorta street cred because it was LOTUS (not Microsoft) and it was electronic, not paper. Who was I kidding? Just look at that thing.

The only thing missing was the pen holder.

So many years went by, and I kept going back and forth between trying to use my Palm Pilot, and using Outlook, and trying to use various weird programs to keep myself organized, but the main downfall was this:1. Find neat new “organizer” program or plugin.
2. Play with and use/abuse new program or plugin.
3. Get bored/frustrated with new program or plugin.
4. Get disorganized because I didn’t want to deal with #3 any more.
5. Return to pissing on small fires instead of actually organizing myself in any coherent way.I’ve been on step #5 for a while now, and now that my job has changed pretty radically in the last two months, I’m finding myself having to get organized quickly. The main thing is that I need to organize my organization, first, and THEN figure out what I need to organize.

Cute, the rest of this post disappeared.

Yaaaaaay…

Well, this plugin for Firefox has been up for a matter of hours, and since MySpace simply refuses to publish an API, I suspect they’ll change something and break things before too long, but the good folks over at Performancing have managed to make a add-on that gives your blog(s) a “MySpace Mode,” which means folks like me can type up a blog for my home site (which is then mirrored to my LiveJournal site), and then flip over to the MySpace mode, and publish it there.

That’s crazy, Bill Murray.

Over at th’ Cheeseblog [linky!], our hero was talking about the hip urbanite moms (doesn’t sound like “Tha Hoochie-Mommies” I’ve mentioned to people before), and wondering if maybe she wasn’t cool enough because she didn’t own something called a “Hooter Hider,” (no, seriously: check this [link] if you think I’m making it up), and I kinda went off on a tear, so I’m reposting here, ’cause I can’t remember how to do those TrackBack things that put part of your comment on their blog, and the rest on your own.

So Cheeseblog, don’t read this, ’cause you already done didded from your very own spot.

Oh, and KarlaBabble? Go. Read. Link. For some reason, I thought I got YOUR link from CB’s, but it looks like I didn’t. So get on that bus. If you (everyone else, not Karla) haven’t read Karla’s blog, go there, too.
Okay, here’s what I said.

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I don’t know how long they’ll keep it free, but www.hullo.com has released a beta of their foray into the VOIP arena. You can give it all of your phone numbers (I’m just waiting to see if they start spamming me with marketing calls or something), and you can dial out to land lines for free (for now, at least).

The UI isn’t TOO attrocious, either:

One major difference in the way it works though:

BOTH parties are phoned by the system when you place a call.

So, if I’m calling you from Hullo, I punch in your number in the program and hit connect.

My phone rings. I answer.

Your phone rings. You answer.

See what’s different?

The computer doesn’t handle the VOIP traffic – it only deals with the call management. We BOTH get to use our “real” phones.

It also does neat things like let you switch from a call at your desk to a cel without having to do the “let me call you right back” thing.

Very cool. Free, for now.

No more wearing those goofy-looking headsets.

Oh, and the Caller-ID comes from Quebec, so this might not work in all areas, but it is pretty neat for now.

So, I’m playing with the mind-gobblingly well-done new theme [Visitered Little] on my WordPress (go [here] to see it, if you’re reading this via RSS or LiveJournal, or something).

What do you think?

Now I just need to find a picture that I took that I want as wallpaper.

Just heading home from a night of esting too much food (seriously: $29.44 at the Mongolie Grill – not to be confused with the Mongolian Grill, where a schlub like me can eat “all you can eat” for something like $12) and then we went to a bar on Cordova where drinks were something silly like $4.25 and pitchers were $13.00.
So yeah. Happy birthday for Johnny Vancouver with alsoplus the 35 (like me!) And thanks for inviting me out with a totally different group of nerds (but still riot nrrrrdz nonetheless) than I usually hang out with.
Thanks also to the acedemy, Thinkgeek (for my “Han shot first” t-shirt) and to my wife, Arwen, without whom none of this would have been possible.
And a sdpecial thanks to the bus driver who told me I was waiting at a stop where the bus just plain doesn’t go after Midnight).

If I die on my way home, probably of a burst bladder, everything goes to Arwen, who is far more sane than I.
But Johnny Vancouver, whom I’ve done a podcast with, gets to be 35, which is a milestone that I have passed myself…
Happy (Burrrrp) Birthday, you magnicient bastard.
(Include Stormtrooper tattoo here).

Passed a very tall Asian lady with the following text on her bright-yellow shirt:

“Hola! Teach me to roll my Rs.”

Now, I’m used to weirdness on t-shirts owned by folks who walk the streets of Vancouver’s West End, but this? I don’t even… there’s… it’s like… huh?

And this, from someone who’s received a “What is up, my negro?” t-shirt from his mulatto friend, and who’s mulatto friend is now sporting a t-shirt that says “Pregnant is the new black,” so you’d think I wouldn’t be fazed by t-shirts any more.

One of these days, I’ll write a REAL post again.

Go check out Arwen’s post: Observations On A Walk re: Vancouver’s West End from today.

Some day me write purty too.

Si ego dico vos , ego mos iuguolo vos.

I’m pretty sure this’ll be my new signature line at work.