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Blah for 2003.09


Great, just when I thought Adobe would be one of the last holdouts for keeping with version numbers instead of crazy version naming schemes (like Windows 95, Windows XP, Flash MX, and so on and so forth), they decide that their next graphics products will be versioned “CS” (Photoshop CS, Illustrator CS, etc.). Well Adobe, you’re only missing one other part in this version naming trend, the letter “X”. I’d suggest that with this all foolishness (from the box artwork they’re showing it even looks like they’re no longer using the eye and Venus which were always associated with Photoshop and Illustrator), you might as well name them like “Photoshop CX 2004”... just to catch up with the new direction Macromedia is taking version naming.

2003.09.30 Update: I’ll leave this current another day just because today I found another great mention of this at What Do I Know: Dead End Naming Conventions.


Just from reading his descriptions (and the pictures he’s offered), it looks like Joel Spolsky has created an amazing office space to work at.


You know, I wouldn’t doubt it for our government to do what The Onion jokes about in their article “U.S. Government To Discontinue Long-Term, Low-Yield Investment In Nation’s Youth”. Oh wait, they already do: Colleges brace for bigger classes and less bang for more bucks.


There is a very great article by author Orson Scott Card about copyrights, the music industry, and all that good and bad stuff. It’s called “MP3s Are Not the Devil”. He makes so many great points that you must read it. Everyone should read it. Go, now. And don’t forget part 2.


From Marshall Brain’s Economic Thought Question #1:

Why has executive pay gone ballistic? Why are executives making millions of dollars in America while rank and file employee wages push toward minimum wage and no benefits? Why have executive salaries risen by a factor of 10 in the last 20 years while employee wages are stagnant? Why has the real value of the minimum wage been falling?


If you eat antipasta and pasta, are you still hungry? You know, because the two would cancel each other out... get it... OK, fine, what do you want from me, it was a slow weekend.


With each new season, Survivor continues to try to out-do the previous season in being more outrageous. Last season it was the men vs. the women. This season they threw the people into the water with nothing but the clothes on their back (and the clothes they just got off the plane with nonetheless). What’s next for future seasons? “This season, Suvivor goes ultimate... we’ll actually kill who gets voted off.” Sure, I might watch that.


Even if you’re not in the Web development industry, this recent development could still affect you as a Web visitor and user. To be brief (as tonight was class night and it’s way past my bedtime), I’ll guide you to two posts at “IE, Flash, and patents: here comes trouble” and “Does Microsoft want to lose the plug-in patent case?”

What’s going on? Well, some little company that has—for an incomprehensible reason—a patent for plug-in technology for browsers has decided to sue Microsoft for using plug-in technology in Internet Explorer. Not only is this lawsuit about winning money for this little company, but as Zeldman and others have pointed out, the judgement will also set the precedent for future lawsuits against other browser makers. And more imporantly for all Web users and developers alike, if Microsoft has to remove plug-in technology from Internet Explorer (and other browser makers have to do so as well), then the Web as a multimedia experience as we know it could change drastically and perhaps for the worse.


A pair of quick links today.

One: Verisign (who I do not wish to link to) has decided that all unregistered .COM and .ORG domains should go a Web page of their choosing rather than returning a proper error message. This is a terrible misuse of their powers. Read more about it at Slashdot (link found at Zeldman).

Two: It’s good to see someone else not afraid to speak their mind, or to put their thoughts in a thought-provoking Flash movie. A Nation Remembers II by Mark Fiore (link found at


So, the hard drive/data restore is proceeding slowly, but at least it’s getting somewhere.

In other news, as if this need be said, perhaps the hardest part of getting new glasses is the actual picking out of new frames. Why? Because the sample frames they have on display don’t have lenses in your prescription. Therefore you can never fully judge how you’re going to look in the frames because you see yourself as blurry. What someone needs to do—and I throw this idea out there for free because I really want to see it happen—is to create some type of polymer or plastic or gel or whatnot which is easy to shape and reshape into a prescription lens (think CD-RW for glasses). It should have a sticky back (or front, depending on how you think of it) which you can then stick to the inside of the lenses of the sample frames. This way, once you get your new prescription, the optometrist can quickly create these temporary lenses so that you can better see what you will look like in the frames you’re trying on.


So, yesterday they were testing the fire alarms in the building where I work. They were testing the loud, nerve-racking, squealing fire alarms every random minute for a random amount of time throughout most of the day. It took me about half the day to figure out why I was jumping every time the alarms went off and why they were having such a nerve-racking effect on me: it’s because I’ve been traumatized. During my freshmen year at FSU, I lived in the top—10th—floor of the Kellum building. Kellum was where they stuck most freshmen, and of that it seemed like most of the rowdy ones.

So, I had the memorable—or traumatic—experiences of being woken by fire alarms about twice a night during exam weeks, of having to walk down ten flights of stairs, and of having to wait outside in the cold (and sometimes raining) night while the fire department came and reset the alarms. And now, yesterday, the fun of jumping every time one of those startling fire alarm tests go off.


On this second anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks, let us honor the memories of the brave and innocent people who lost their lives in those attacks by further giving up our own personal freedoms and privacy for the guise of better security, by further bullying around ourselves and the world with our own self-righteousness, and by further distancing ourselves from the rest of the world by crying out once again: “God Bless America!... because our God and our Country are better than your god and your country!”

And if you can’t tell that the above is heavy in sarcasm, then you too need to wake up to the idea that terrorism is just a symptom of a larger problem and that we need to figure out why so many other people in the world hate us, to the fact that we are but one country and one small percentage of all the countries and billions of people living on and sharing this Earth, and to the realization that by further giving up our freedoms and privacy to our increasingly big government we are losing more and more of what it once meant to be American.


So, if you haven’t already heard, a gay high school (Harvey Milk High School) opened in New York. This morning on the Howard Stern show they were talking about this, and had some interviews with some of the protesters’ children. As Howard mentioned, it was scary hearing such hate being spewed from eight- and ten-year-olds, and to hear them saying that “God hates fags” and that they are “an abomination before God”. And although they only mentioned it briefly on Howard, it is easy to see that these people are just like the Taliban. These anti-gay people who teach their children such hate are just like the Muslim extremists who teach their children that Americans and non-believers are an abomination before Allah.


Alas, things are getting well;
My cold is fading away,
(Though by my coughing you may not tell);
And I’ve rescued my data,
From a hard drive stuck in hell.


Alas, my sadness grows;
First from a cold,
Running through my nose;
Now to a bad hard drive,
Whose problems only God knows.


If you want to know, my head is cloudy with a cold.