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Perhaps someone can explain to me just why in Sam's tarnation XML is so wonderful. Why? Because I'd really like to know. I feel like I'm missing the boat here, and that XML is something I've already seen and done. Except I called it "tab-delimited text" or something.

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Which side are you on?

I've always said "pop." At Pennsylvania Free Enterprise Week (hi Kelly, hi Molly) we pretty much figured out that the dividing line for PA was about mid-state (and vertical).

Anyway, it's "pop" darnit. Actually, whatever it is, it better not be Pepsi. For me anyway.

When you're all done with that, take the dialect survey. Be forewarned: it's pretty long and will have you talking to yourself like a crazy person.

Today as I drove around after returning "Divine Secrets of the Ya Ya Sisterhood" (I think Sandra Bullock is an adorable creature, but even this movie could not be saved. UGH!), I saw a young woman sitting in her Cabrio convertible (are they all?). So here I am, sitting in a light ADC t-shirt, shorts, windows wide open blasting Shania Twain, and this girl's got a jacket and a SCARF on. We live about an hour north of the southernmost tip of Florida. It's at least sixty something out. And she's wearing a scarf? Oy... I give up. I guess I'll have to adjust. Where's my leather jacket...

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Adium 2.0a1 (pre-alpha, really) should be released as source code today. For those that don't know, Adium is a brilliant little AIM clone written in Cocoa by one "Adam Iser" (figure out why it's called Adium yet?). The biggest innovation is arguably the "tabbed windows" that prevent your screen from becoming littered with the five conversations you're having.

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Want to see your private parts in wax? The "fine" folks at Match Your Snatch can do just that for you? As seen here, these "skilled" workers sell kits that allow you to model your very own genitalia (or, I presume, that of your loved ones...) in wax. You too can "clone your bone." As the site suggests, you could...

Order a few to enliven your next Girl's Night Out and guess who's who!

With suggestions like this, how can you pass up the opportunity?!?!

From this article comes this quote:

The next time you check your e-mail and want to curse the lowlife responsible for all that unwanted commercial e-mail--aka spam--you might start cursing into a mirror.

Hate the sender all you want, the sad fact is that you may very well be the person ultimately responsible for the spam you receive by giving your address out to various Web sites, posting it to newsgroups or mailing lists, or otherwise exposing it in places where anyone can find it.

Yeah, what the #@!* ever. It's MY fault for expecting companies to treat my email address with respect. Riiiiiight. Yeah, silly me. I should blame myself for the porn and penis enlargment and goodness knows what else email. What the #@!* ever.

In Hackass, John Gruber writes about Leander Kahney, the Apple beat writer for Wired "News." At the end, after a fairly brief but accurate disassembly of what I would agree to be the work of a "Hackass," Gruber proposes that we "simply ignore" comments like this.

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I switch someone to a Mac nearly every time I work. Granted, I only work one or two days a week, and still for the benefits, but it's pretty interesting stuff. I've read a bunch of stuff about how "oh, those Switch ads aren't working" or "the market share isn't rising" or whatever. I'll tell you: I've got first-hand knowledge of the fact that those people are wrong.

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Spam. It's not just for dinner anymore… it's for dinner, lunch, breakfast, and, if my case is considered normal (it's not), it's for while you're sleeping. I receive about 350 emails per day. A little under half are spam. If I had to sort through spam at a pretty fast rate of one second per spam, I'd lose about three minutes per day. Multiply that out by a year, and all of a sudden I'm down about a thousand minutes. In hours, that's an entire waking day (plus some - 18.25 hours to be exact)!

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Want to pretend you're Madonna, Beck, No Doubt, or Tony Hawk? Apple now lets you.

Get 'em while they're hot, kids.

Interland recently deleted some very precious files from /usr/home/barzeski (my main user) on my Freedom Unix (FreeBSD) box which hosts this site (and every other one). I called their tech support line (their email system being ineffective) and spoke with someone who may as well have stuck his index finger between his lips and hummed while wiggling it back and forth.

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The problem with Florida - well, one of them anyway - for me as a northern boy is that it's currently 80 degrees outside. While this may not seem like such a bad thing, I should also point out that it's December 10…

Fucking Florida though. I love walking around in shorts. I love it. The less clothes the better. But couldn't it get cold for a month out of the year? And I don't mean Florida cold (mid sixties), I mean PA cold (about 10... without wind chill). I miss that stuff. I miss snow. I miss cold. I miss shivering. Ahhh, and hot chocolate. It just doesn't have the same appeal when you're sweating in your boxer shorts before you drink it.

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I hate perl. I really really do. Sometimes. And yet, I realize it's a powerful thing. I realize it actually DOES something with the billions of bytes it downloaded to my server just a few hours ago. Granted, I'm not sure where Perl 5.8.0 WENT after it downloaded, configured, and installed itself (the server still runs 5.0x)... but that's beside the point I guess...

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