Category Archives: Personal

Actual Customer Feedback

Anonymous feedback given to me today:
I am disturbed to see that once again Mr. Wardrop is displaying the following status message on Yahoo messenger account:

“SR#, notes, cash?”

Mr. Wardrop’s abrasive, elitist attitude already makes him undesirable to work with. The (albeit humorous) insinuation that he should be reimbursed for having to actually do some work (something one rarely witnesses), in addition to being a grade 8 (he loves to remind us of his grade 8-ness), is extremely offensive.
Italics added by me

You know, anonymous feedback delivered the way this was is the same as giving feedback on a website. There is little one can do to cite the source. I have to question the whole statement, they seem to be offended that I am better than them and being reminded that I am better than them hurts them. Let me say it again, I AM better than you. Since when I have a problem with someone, I make it plain and tell THEM, not leave typewritten notes in mailboxes. I have to assume it was one of my direct co-workers, who would be the most likely to remember my near constant missives about how I am the King of the world. Yes, I am an obnoxious classist. I feel that I am smarter and more talented that a large portion of the population, in fact, I have been scientifically proven to be more intelligent that 70% of the population. That means that statistically speaking, there are 4,200,000,000 on the planet today that I am smarter than. That makes me proud. It should make you proud that you get to deal with someone who is so talented when you need help! Jared is smarter still, he is smarter than 5,000,000,000 people, can you imagine. If we instituted a purge based on intelligence, 5,000,000,000 people would die before Jared. The marked difference between Jared and I is that I want you to know how smart and special I am, and Jared wants desperately to be left alone.

So, my cowardly foil, I say put up or shut up, Come on down and tell me, or anyone else for that matter, how you feel or just seethe. I’m betting you’ll just seethe.

P.S.: So that you have something else to write about. I have a big head and an ego to go with it. Also, I recommend making fun of my weight and any grammar errors you find in this little missive.

Playing Now: nine inch nails kinda i want to
Update:  I bet they didn’t bring an SR# either!

Damn you Zombies!!!!

I hate it when I fall intothe trap of watching a zombie flick late at night, I always end up dreaming about it all night. Jen and I watched the 10 minute “Dawn of the Dead” preview last night, before bed. So, as per usual, I was left dreaming about the Zombie Apocolypse that the movie entails. Mostly just wandering around “the Day After” running into other survivors. The Zombies didn’t make a big showing until one point later in the dream when a helicopter crashes into a group of people at a party (?) and zombies sprung forth from the hurt. Man, I hate zombie dreams.

Again, let me state this, I hate zombies.

Playing Now: MobyLanding

Dreaming about the "Normal Life"

Over the past few days I’ve had semi recurring dreams about what I’d have to describe as normal life stuff. You know going to work, driving a car visiting friends. These are sprinkled with light dreamstuff, like toys that eat each other or semiautomatic cars. Yet, the principal themes appear to be just ordinary everyday life occurrences.

The only really odd deal was in one dream I was fighting a toy pillow that had come to life and had began to construct a plastic army of robot toys made from the flesh or Barbie dolls (bleached and hardened) and last night I was working in a radio station along with a troupe of kids straight from the pages of Newsboy Legion.

The common themes of most of the last few night’s dreams has been an overwhelming number of dreams about moving home to Ontario, which I’m sure will be put aside by a visit home sometime in the next few months.

Playing Now: Fine Young Cannibals I’m Not Satisfied

The Dance of Death that is the Eugene Downtown Bus Station

I lived for a number of years in Toronto, and from 1997-2002 I rode the busses and subways there pretty much exclusively, having given my car to my Sister as a wedding present.

The Bus stations in Toronto are laid out so that you never have to cross in front of a bus in order to reach it. Unless you take stupid risks on your own decision. This is not so in Eugene. You HAVE to cross in front of busses to get almost anywhere in the Eugene station, which is almost a guarantee that you will have to seriously watch out for one of the road behemoths as you cross the station. Add to this the fact that you have to cross from between the busses and you get the idea that the makers of this system didn’t design it with the riders in mind. Silly Hippies.

Lack of Writers forces Webmaster to Speak

After a long, long long delay in posting my next daring missive I’ve returned to put down my latest words on digital paper. As some of you may or may not know the Real World does exist and is not a fairy tale created by llamas who want to stop playing CounterStrike.

Sadly the real world (and not just the one one MTV) has rules, and one of those is that the ethereal world that is the Internet is fueled not just by fark and slashdot, but by money too. So, I, the webmaster, need to focus on my job as well as my website. Sad isn’t it?

And so I present, the Top Ten Reasons why webmasters neglect their Websites:

10. Pure Laziness, too busy stuffing our mouths with Mountain Dew and Cheetos!

9. Three Words, Never Winter Nights (I know it is normally two words)

8. Beer, and its buddy Liquor.

7. See number 8 and Repeat.

6. Locked up in a Tape Closet.

5. Stupid IE 6 Security Patches!!!

4. The Terrorists stole my keyboard. Or was it Swiper the Fox?

3. Innumerable showings of Star Wars Episode 2 or Spiderman, pick your poison.

2. That last peice of news about Natalie Portman, you know the one.

1. Grand Theft Auto 3.

Life, Death and Cascading Style Sheets

Here is my first post as a legally married person. So yes, for those of you keeping score that is ony 4 and half years later than I should have gotten married.

The wedding went, umm, well. We had a civic ceremony presided over by what my parents called a “wee-free” minister which is a Church of Scotland protestant minister. This made my mother in law happy as she hates the whole idea that I’m Catholic, since she hates the Pope or something. Anyway, my wife was lovely and as usual there were cameras all over us. Since there are no pictures that I care to share with you here, I’ll just say that the dress was so nice that it looked like a million bucks, and Jenny made it look like a Billion.

As for married life, its much the same as living in sin, but now I can say “misses nitemayr, why is my server box offline” rather than “hey you, reboot that box!”

I’ll check in later, I’m sure.

Pay attention, you are missing the point

I was listening to a local show called “speakers Corner” on City TV, a local TV station here in Toronto. The person on screen was talking about how it is more important to be compassionate than it is to be a “nice person.”
Initially I thought this was pure pap, aren’t they the same thing?
However, when you look at it from their angle, the speaker was right. Take for example the “Martha Stewart” model of nice, she appears to be a kind host with her guest’s interests in mind. However, if we observe the motives she is putting forth we see it is her own self-gratification that is at stake, by means of her guests. This is not to say that being nice should make you happy, but it should be the motivation for kindness. I think what the speaker was saying is it is better to be kind by design, rather than as a means to an end.

As a means to an end kindness will always work, unless you are disingenuous. The old saying is “…you catch more flys with honey…”, but what if you are only waiting for the flys to eat the honey, to get at the ring at the bottom of the jar? Extending the metaphor even more, isn’t that the hard way of emptying a jar?

Speed up please!

There you have it, my isp has finally started to uncap our speeds. My web surfing has finally re-claimed the upper 200K mark. However, one of my neighbours must be some sort of surfing freak, as my speeds dip dramatically during “normal” surfing hours, however friends who are on the same service do not have the same issues.

This is not to say that the service is without issues, but it has improved since we stopped using @home as our only routing/traffic partner. One neat feature is the transparent web cache, the only reason I noticed it was my wifes computer wasn;t showing her actual IP on connections to this web server. We are not on the same segment.”