Why I'm not posting here much...

I've become more of a consumer of the web, instead of a producer of "content". I used to think I would have something to say here, and I did, for a while, and then, I no longer did. Life took over, no-one really wants to read my rants about coworkers, stupid corporate policy, and life in the midwest.

Also, I've been grooving on Disqus. Those folks have made it so easy to make up a funny alternate handle and comment all over the place, including Boing Boing, The Telegraph, The RFT, Wired. It seems like everywhere I go, Disqus has figured out who I am and logged me in.

And the snark flows. Just not here.

Dead Blackberry

yay.

Neat Keys on the Keyboard: The Home Key...

From Sunset

So I have to admit that I am something of a throwback.

All of the fancy new keyborad shortcuts that people use for things are lost on me. I never had them when I was a kid, and they just aren't taking - even today.

I've been struggling to learn how to do something with my shiny new text editor at work (Notepad ++, if you must know) And I was sitting in my bosses office helping edit some HTML.

The story here is that he always asks me what text editor I use (I do switch them out occasionally to test new ones) and is always playing the catch up game when I switch mine around.

So we're sitting there editing our little HTML document, and these are the words that come out of my mouth: "Maybe you can show me something that I cant figure out: How do you move the insertion point to the end of a line?"

My boss looked at me aghast! "You use this key on keyboard labelled 'End'."

I sat there for a moment dumbfounded by my own lack of creativity, and attention to the keyboard in front of me.

It then ocurred to me: I was trained on keyboards in the '80's!.

By this time my boss and I were having a good chuckle over this, but here's what I said, and we both bust out laughing:

I said: "Dave, the '70's called... They want their keyboard back..."

I guess you had to be there, but it was hilarious!

My boss noted that there are several other useful keys, 'Home' being one of them...

It was inevitable...

I should have known, having fallen in love with a wonderful woman from Mississippi, (It's a different country, really.) that we would eventually own a home deep fryer. Southern women and fried food go together like, well, Southern women and fried food.

So now we are the proud owners of a home deep fryer, warming up on the counter, getting ready to enjoy some of that wonderful Southern fried chicken that my loved one cooks. I can't wait. Om nom nom nom nom.

UPDATE: The first round is out and it's absolutely transcendent. Crispier, lighter, and oh so moist. Now I can make my own donuts, and somebody mentioned beignets. My arteries are sticking together in anticipation.

TSA Patdowns and the "Homosexual Agenda". Wait, whut?

"It's the federal employee's version of the Gay Bill of Special Rights... That means the next TSA official that gives you an 'enhanced pat down' could be a practicing homosexual secretly getting pleasure from your submission," Delgaudio wrote.

Do tell, what is in this "Gay Bill of Special Rights"? Can somebody send me a link?