Web surfers brace for pop-up downloads
No this won’t be abused.
has nayone given thought to the reason why advertising doesn’t work as well anymore. Every week there are stories of new methods of advertising online.
If you need a new method every week, there is something inherently wrong with the way you’re going about things. Or else people just plain are not interested in your product no matter what gimmik you use to try and sell it.
What disturbs me is that we are going to end up with the cableTV model eventually. We’ll be paying for access to sites that we find useful, and still subjected to intrucive advertising.
Personally, I have found a very old fashioned method to block 95% of all online advertising. Am I going to advertise what it is? Hellllllllllll no.
If it got popular, some ad company would find a hack around it.
And in case you’re keeping track, this article doesn’t mention the fact that Gator companies software that is downloaded automatically to your machine, wether you want it or not, was founf last year to be storing your personal internet information and sending it back to Gator. They only stopped it once the public found out.
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100 pictures in one night is enough. In the past week I have labeled over 600 photographs, and I still have 100 to go. It’s a real lesson in how many names you can forget in one year.
Work today:
Talk to boss. Tell boss there are problems. Ignore the fact the boss is the instigator of most of those problems. Tell boss you want to help fix them. Boss tell you you’re not being clear. Boss is defensive and says I am wrong about everything. Boss ignores fact that the entire rest of the staff has quit.
Found me a new job yet?
On a more cheerful note, I actually seem to be learning something in my Spanish class. Hey baby, wanna hear me conjugate?
God this place is a mess, and I have visitors coming in 2 days.
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Could someone recommend a new ISP? I have completely lost any respect for Earthlink. I submit a complaint about their policy regarding their own spamming, and they send me an email scolding me for the use of the word “bullshit”?
And I quote:
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I took off this morning with my camera, intent on taking the pictures I saw on Wednesday, when I didn’t have my camera with me. (They really don’t like it when you’re snapping off pictures in a Courthouse).
Of course, I didn’t find anything in that specific area that I wanted pictures of really. I did get a few decent ones of some of the deconstruction work downtown.
But I finally got out to Arlington National Cemetery. I hadn’t been there for almost 15 years, and besides being much younger then, it was cold and raining.
It was still pretty damn cold today, but it was very sunny and clear. I dunno… seems more fitting for a cemetery anyway.
There is Mount Hope Cemetery in Rochester where people actually go on picnics, but it’s not quite the same thing.
Walking through fields of white tombstones on a cold winter day while leaves rustle and crows squawk in the trees…
it’s all a little too cheesy for me.
This is the real thing. A couple hundred thousand men and women who were willing to fight to the death to defend their friends and neighbors. And beneath Kennedy’s flame, a man struck down for trying to keep more men from having to do just that.
I imagine there’s a lot of volunteers for the guard at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The man moved with absolute precision and timing. If I remember correctly, the guard changes every 2 hours. I can’t imagine counting off in your head and pacing for 2 hours, no matter the weather, the spectators, the season.
I noticed the guard was carrying a very old rifle. It was a single bullet breech loader with a wooden stock and a bayonet on the end. I wonder why they chose that particular model?
Anyway, pictures: click click click
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*click*
I gotta call my parents. They should’ve gotten hit with this storm. Strange… I barely heard anything about it.
Oh dear… 55 mile per hour winds. So they evacuate the Xerox tower. I walked home in 55 MPH winds tonight thank you.
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So now the archives return. They may not be pretty yet, but they’re there. And for the first time, they are almost a complete archive of all my online journals. (There’s a few from the mid 90’s if I ever find them, that have yet to be posted).
Man…it’s so pretty I could cry.
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If this post goes through, then I have successfully migrated my online journal to a new management system.
Blogger was nice, and very easy. But it erked me having to rely on another web site. While Ev did an amazing job for one man virtually leading the revolution, blogger was never perfect.
So I’ve spent most of the last 24 hours installing MovableType, who’s greatest asset for my mind is that it operates totally within my account.
It isn’t totally functional yet. But it will be soon enough. For now, the archives are not functioning. And some adjustments need to be made to the template. But it was either post a work in progress or not post at all for an unknown length of time. And I know you’d all miss me too much.
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Yep, this pretty much describes how I feel.
I know the picture will have changed within ten minutes, and make no sense to anyone in the future, but hey… welcome to the internet.
Due to a brief lapse of sanity, I flipped to MTV a little while ago. I can’t believe they found a game show with shallower contestants than Weakest Link. I’m not even sure if it’s real.
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How fitting is that. I was looking through documents on the CIA’s Freedom of Information Act web site. Clicked on a button labelled “your rights”.
Know what came up?
a blank page.
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Blogger is weblogs for dummies.
Right?
So why am I doing more handcodeing now than I have in years?
All the little markups and links in posts. Tweaking the templates so they work with blogger. learning PHP to add the commenting system.
I started doing web pages over 7 years ago. No choice back then to but to know HTML and hand-codeing. And Unix, since it was all done out of shell accounts.
But as of late, dreamweaver has been my friend.
Of course, bloggers getting me off my ass and starting my journal again also renewed my interest in creating web pages, and updating my whole web site.
We’ll see how this turns out.
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I’m at work today. Which means of course, I am stressed. Unreasonable clients with their oxymoronic requests. Coworkers, traffic, bills, cold weather, bad food, long hours, …
life.
Okay. I’m pissed. One of my friends has given out my email address to spammers.
I probably have a thousand email addresses out there. I use a new one every time I sign up for a new service or newsletter, or purchase a new product online. Since I am the only owner of this domain name, they all get filtered back to me. This means, When I start getting spam, all I have to do is check the “To:” field to see what address it’s coming to, and thereby which service is selling my address (MP3.com being the worst offender). It also means if I get too much spam from that address, I can just block everything coming in at that address.
But this morning, a marketing letter arrived with my personal address on it. The address I only give out to friends and family. I don’t want this shit starting to show up there. It’s not like spam is hard to catch… the authors are usually about as subtle as a hurricane. But still…
Realistically, I don’t think anyone gave out my address. Most likely it was pinched when a friend sent me an online postcard or something. But there it is.
Anyway…
I finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Not quite as … epic as I would have expected from such a famous book. But still good. Pretty damn funny in some parts. I read those last few paragraphs, and can’t imagine how some of my friends live their life in such a haze.
Someone linked to my site. hot damn. I’ve had a web site for 7 years now. And for all i know, there may be a shitload of links to it, out there. But this is the first one I know of from a stranger (at least I don’t recognize her). From her writing, she is a college student in Pennsylvania, and much more eloquent than I am.
Much better than being linked to by webpagesthatsuck.com. (Link to stranger removed… site no longer exists. 4/20/2011)
(See … this little paragraph is here just cause you can’t end a blog with a link or it screws up your whole page).
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Could anyone tell me why this was linked in my browsers tool bar? I can’t even remember the last time I went to macwarehouse. But this link has been there forever now.
Great, now I’m a digitalslob too!
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Hot fuck’n damn.
Got the comments working here in my journal. Means all you people who normally insult my writing to my face can now let the whole world know how you feel by posting your comments right here.
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