For a while, it seemed that Minnesota had bred an honest-to-goodness computer super criminal. Alas, it turns out that Jeffrey Parson is just another script kiddie. How disappointing. We Midwesterners just aren’t very creative, I guess.
I’ve been on vacation all week and still have one more day because Monday is Labor Day. It’s strange how the days seem to jumble together when you’re not on your normal schedule. I woke up this morning not exactly sure what day it was. I remember feeling the same way a few years ago when I was unemployed for about a month. But I’m ready to get back to work and I’m also ready for autumn. I really enjoy summer, but in autumn life seems to quicken and everything just feels crisp and cool. It’s like watching a film come out of slow motion and resume its regular pace.
And now I think I’ll resume my game of Civ 3. I’m playing as the French and before I’m done, by God, everyone from Alaska to Azerbaijan will be eating croissants and laughing their asses off at Jerry Lewis films.
Busy helping my sister troubleshoot her wireless laptop connection. Something funky is going on between her wireless card and my router. Ah, the joys of being an unpaid computer technician.
Someone posted a comment asking about my keyboard software. Here’s the website. I’ve tried a few on-screen keyboards and WiViK is by far the best.
I have a friend who lives near the Adirondacks, so he should appreciate these pictures. Courtesy of MetaFilter.
I watched some of the VMAs last night. Yawn. If the highlight is Britney and Xtina getting kissed by Madonna, you know it was a snoozer. Pop music is long overdue for someone or something to come along and give it a hard kick in the ass. And it sure as hell ain’t gonna be Justin Timberlake.
I’ve used this metaphor before, but corporate America is turning us all into denizens of a Kafka novel. Read this article written by a guy who bought a Dell notebook. I probably wouldn’t have sent it back, but his point is a good one.
After a brief break while my brother was here, I’ve been trying to get back on my regular writing schedule. My comic book script is coming along well. And the book is making slow but steady progress. I really can’t imagine what I would do without my HeadMaster and keyboard software. When I was in high school and college, I dictated just about everything that I needed to write down. That’s fine for writing papers, but I find that dictating fiction, or even something like this blog, can be awkward. If I was forced to do my creative writing through dictation, I think I would be constantly censoring myself or watching for some kind of reaction from the person doing the transcription. This way, I can keep my insecurities just between me and all of you.
My brother left earlier today. I think he enjoyed himself. He went to the fair with me and indulged in beer, cheese curds, a deep fried candy bar, and part of my hot fudge sundae. I really do need to get my hands on a digicam so I can document these events. The Fair is about as Minnesota as you can get. And now I have a couple days of solitude before my sister moves in for a few weeks. Welcome to Mark’s Boarding House. Dinner is whenever you want because my crippled ass don’t cook.
I had a chance to play with a digital camera yesterday, so I thought I’d share some views from the 19th Floor. This one is looking west towards downtown Minneapolis. The tall building in the center is the IDS Center and to the left is the historic Foshay Tower. When the sun sets in the evening, the play of the light off the glass and steel can be really beautiful. I’ll try to get a shot of this view at dusk sometime. And here is a view looking south towards the suburbs. Not as interesting, I must admit.
And here’s me. I need a haircut.
One disability-related story that has received some press this week is the young boy with autism who died during some kind of exorcism ceremony. It breaks my heart to imagine the pain and fear this kid must have experienced in the last moments of his life. It also boggles my mind that people living in an urban Midwest city in the 21st century still believe in things like evil spirits. Of course, the idea that people with disabilities are possessed by evil demons stretches back to medieval times. This article provides a good overview of historical attitudes towards disability. There’s no doubt that general attitudes about disability have improved, but I’m troubled that these remnants of Dark Age thinking still persist. I’ve had my own run-ins with people who think this way and all I could do was shake my head and hope that a new Age of Enlightenment is just around the corner.
So Fox dropped its lawsuit against Al Franken. How their lawyers were able to choke down their professional pride to pursue something so laughable, I’ll never understand.
Taking my brother out for a beer later. Mmmm, beer.
My brother arrived this evening and I’m looking forward to spending the next week with him. We had a good conversation and he reminded me of some things from back when we were kids that I hadn’t thought about in years. Like how we used to call one of my nurses the “Polyester Princess.” Don’t ask.
I’ve been hearing a lot about the Blaster and Sobig plagues, but it hasn’t affected me. Like a good boy, I try to stay on top of critical patches put out by Micro$oft and I have a firewall running at all times. My brother was checking his e-mail earlier and he was still receiving hundreds of Sobig messages from infected computers. Guess I’m just lucky.
My brother is coming for a visit tomorrow. He’s 3 years younger than me and a Ph.D. candidate at Cornell, so we don’t see each other very often. In fact, he’s leaving soon to spend a year in Europe. When I asked him what he wanted to do, he said “Play computer games!” That kind of surprised me. We used to be gaming buddies when we were kids, but I thought he had outgrown that stuff. But I shouldn’t talk. I certainly never grew out of it. Maybe I’ll take him to the State Fair too. He can pig out on Pronto Pups and mini donuts. My blogging shouldn’t be affected, but it might be a little lighter.
I set up my wireless network today. Every computer-related task should be this easy. Now my system won’t be tied up by my sister when she stays with me in September. That girl can chat on AIM for hours and hours.
My friend Allison sent me a CD with some great music that included some Australian artists. Stuff like Christine Anu, Endorphin, and george. Awesome stuff. The US music scene is wonderful, but the good material never gets any airplay. I hope radio is more diverse Down Under.
Football season is approaching and that can only mean one thing. Fantasy football psychos. You know the type. They start poring over fantasy magazines and websites in friggin’ March. They extol, without prompting, the virtues of some unknown second-year wide receiver in Phoenix who is just itching for a breakout season. During the season, they can rattle off yards gained and touchdowns made for scores of players like some freakish human computer. I tried fantasy football a few years ago and quickly realized that I don’t have the time or obsessiveness needed to be very good at it. But I do enjoy a simple football pool. Every year, I play Pigskin Pick ‘Em on ESPN’s website. This year, I thought it might be fun to set up a private game with some of my interested readers. You can register here and then search for a private group called The 19th Floor. The password is “blog”. I promise, no trash talking or crude homophobic jokes. Won’t you join me?
I realized today that I’ve been blogging for almost a year. I looked back at some of the early entries and winced. It took me a while to find my voice. And now that I know a few dozen people read this every day, I probably exercise a little more care and thought with my writing. But does that contradict the nature of blogging? Or should a blog be more than “Took the dog for a walk”-type fare? What is it that generates interest in a blog beyond that individual’s immediate circle of friends and families? Go on, discuss!
