It's Just this Little Chromium Switch Here

Weblogging and commentary by Chip Rosenthal

Happy Blogaversary (urp!) to Me

One year ago this week, I became one of the cool kids. I started my weblog.

I sense the breathless "blogging will change the world" fad is receding. Still, I find it a viable and vibrant medium. Consider the Austin Bloggers site. Many of the names you see there are (now) old friends, still posting away and often posting interesting things. The news is reporting a lot about abandoned blogs. I suspect those are mostly the "what I had for breakfast" blogs, and it's just as well.

Don't be Stupid, be a Smarty

I've puttered around with PHP programming a bit. Until this month, I had not used it for any significant projects. Although PHP may be better suited for web applications than, say, perl, it is a terribly messy, inelegant programming language. You know, the kind where after you code for a few hours you feel dirty and have to wash your hands.

Reviewing S.877

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Link: Substitute Version of S.877 (CAN-SPAM) (110KB PDF document)

C-Net is reporting that the U.S. House and Senate have reached a compromise on the CAN-SPAM act. The bill has passed the Senate and is now heading to a vote on the House floor--bypassing committee hearings. The bill is supported by all of the marketing special interests and opposed by all the anti-spam and consumer groups.

Bye Bye, Ma Bell

I just phoned SBC and asked them to terminate my phone service. Come Monday, I will be without wired phone service. Between cable Internet and cellular phone, it just wasn't being used for much. It was costing me about $35/month for this underused service. I can throw a small part of that at an upgraded cellular plan and pocket the rest.

You could say that SBC spam cost them a customer. The final straw that prompted the cancelation was their $5 late charges. My bill paying cycle is out of sync with their bill sending cycle, so I almost always got hit with the late charge. This irritated me greatly.

Some time back, I used their electronic billing and it worked great. I'd be notified when my bill was ready, and jump over to my bill paying service to schedule a payment. Then, however, they started spamming my email with the most ridiculous crap, like promotions for the San Antonio Spurs. I phoned corporate offices in Dallas, but they failed to stop the spam. I ultimately got it to stop by canceling the on-line billing service and having them purge my email address from their databases.

So I'm thinking that maybe if they hadn't misused my address for spamming, I probably still would be a customer. I would have still had the ebill service, I wouldn't have gotten slapped with the late charges and I wouldn't have gotten pissed off at them. (The business office person worked hard to keep my business, including offering to rebate a couple months' late charges.)

You know, at one time giving up your land line was a terribly heroic thing. I suspect you all are very blase about it all. I know I am.

My Sister, the Artisan

Link: A dazzling success: Franklin woman crafts popular beaded jewelry (link removed)

My little pipsqueak sister just got a nice writeup in her local daily. She has been crafting jewelry and selling it primarily at parties and over the web. She has a particularly cool deal with a local coffeehouse, where a portion of proceeds is donated to the Coffee Kids Organization.

Nov 21 update: Link removed. Newspaper moved it to their pay archive.

Searching for a Domain Registrar

Google Keywords: domain registrar, Dotster, spam, stupid gits.

Although not the cheapest, I've been satisfied with Dotster as a domain registrar. Then, they decided to spam the tech contact of a recent registration with unwanted email saying, "You have the .ORG domain, now buy the .COM domain." Stupid gits. First, nowhere did I ask them to spam me with advertisements. Second, if I wanted the bloody domain in the first place, I would have registered it.

On the Road: Bubba Ho-tep is Coming

Last week, I was disappointed to see that Lost in Translation had left the Alamo Village before I had a chance to see it. I was quite pleased, however, to see that Bubba Ho-tep continues its run.

Bubba Ho-tep explores the musical question, "What would happen if Elvis and JFK were alive today and living in a retirement home haunted by an Egyptian soul-sucking monster?" It's a smart and clever movie. It has, however, been unable to get distribution, so few places outside Austin have been able to see it. The people in Austin who have seen it seem to like it.

While in New Orleans, we saw that Lost in Translation was still playing at the Canal Place Cinema. This is a Landmark Theatre, the art-house chain that also owns the Dobie. After walking the French Quarter a few hours, we thought it might be nice to take a load off and watch a movie.

Lost in Translation was nice and the New Orleans movie audience was staggeringly awful ("Hey Louise! Keep shaking that bag to smear that butter all over the popcorn."), but what I want to tell you about is the trailers. We're watching the screen and suddenly it's Bruce Campbell and Ossie Davis up there. Yes, Bubba Ho-tep is on the way.

It's nice more people will be able to see it. I'd like to think the Austin reception helped launch the movie into theaters.

On the Road: Eight Hours in <s>Hell</s> Houston

Thanks to an unexpected weather event, the three hour drive from Houston to Austin took over eight. Floodwaters blocked I-10, forcing rush-hour traffic to divert through neighborhoods winding along one-lane roads. Later that night, an incident with a tractor trailer north of the city forced the road closed while they towed it clear.

We missed the brunt of the rains and all of the tornados. The hardest rains stopped soon after we hit the city. The radio kept saying we were in a brief lull before the rains returned--possibly harder than ever. I was afraid we'd be trapped in a low-laying area when it did. If the waters started rising, there would have been no choice but to abandon the car. Fortunately, that never happened.

On the Road: Blogging from New Orleans

It's nice to see that Austin isn't the only city that's discovered that wireless freakin' rocks. Even New Orleans has wireless.

I'm currently sitting at PJ's Coffee (screenshot of lame company homepage) outside a mall in Metairie, Louisiana. I don't know which pleases me more, finding wireless or a real cup of coffee without any of the bloody chicory stuff.

In typical fashion, I plan to eat my way through this vacation. Yesterday, I was introduced to charbroiled oysters. Today, it will be roast beef po-boys. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. (Probably crawfish heads and boudin sausage balls.)

KGSR: Attack of the One Hit Wonders

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It's been ages since I've listened to radio for long periods of time. Maybe I'll catch ten minutes here or there while driving around town. When I'm at home, I tend to listen to my own music or Internet streams. Lately, I've been working a lot at my girlfriend's house, away from my CDs and MP3s, on a laptop with tinny boppa-boppa-boppa speakers. For a while I kept KGSR on in the background. Now, I'd rather have silence.

You can't tell how inexorably bad KGSR has become from brief commute-time snippets. If you listen for any extended period, the blandness becomes stunning. Edie Brickell, Warren Zevon and John Hiatt--some of my favorite musicians--all have new albums out. Thanks to KGSR, I'm sick to death of them. KGSR picks one track and plays the bleeding thing into the ground--while completely ignoring the remainder of the album. KGSR has taken some great musicians and spun, folded and mutilated them into a Top-40 format.

It's fashionable to bash Clear Channel Communications over the state of broadcast radio. If KGSR is any indication, the smaller owners aren't doing much better.