I thought this post was so funny. Chris regularly writes stuff like this. If you are interested in genealogy, check in on him regularly.
Have I mentioned how cool it is that my name is domain name now? Dana Huff dot Net. How cool is that?
I have been told by my students that they might actually visit the web site I set up for them if it was on MySpace. Can you believe that? Steve has a MySpace site. He actually seems to be using it, too. Students set one up for me, but I deleted it. There is just something inside me, something compelling, that will not allow me to have a MySpace site, even though I did get a Facebook site. Why I did it, I couldn’t tell you, because I can’t remember the last time I looked at until I just did so I could get the link. Actually, I’m not even sure you can look at until we add each other as friends, so the point may be moot, anyway.
I don’t know why, but I was so insulted by that remark from my students. MySpace sites are generally loud, garish, and revolting to look at. They are so loaded down with graphics and sound files that they crash browsers. And to top it all off, I can’t figure out what the point is. There is a blog feature, but most people I know on MySpace don’t use it. So it’s basically just a photo album where people they see every day anyway come by and make comments. I guess I could see having a site like that to connect to friends I rarely see, but my students’ sites anyway are littered with comments from each other. I just can’t bring myself to sign up for a MySpace account, even if doing so might help me connect with old friends. Speaking of which, each time I try looking for old friends, I am only more grateful that I got the hell out of Warner Robins.
In other news, I have strep throat. Sarah was out of school all week last week with it. It’s amazing that after taking just two pills, I already feel a lot better.
Girls, I want to offer you a bit of… well, you could call it advice, but maybe it’s just “from my experience, this works.” Might not work for you, I don’t know. In an entry that has been lost to the ether since my former host hosed up my site, I mentioned that a cashier at Panera had complimented me on my hair. I am way more than 50% gray at this point (I think), and I haven’t dyed my hair in over five years. This week, the guy who instructs our students in capoeira asked me if it was my natural color. I started to be snarky, because I think it’s pretty obvious that I don’t dye my hair (and I wasn’t feeling well, which sometimes brings out the snark) — why else would it be so gray? Anyway, I decided to be polite, as usual, and I said, “yes.” I was rewarded for my politeness when he told me — and I quote — that it was “beautiful, man.” He gushed about it, actually. Then he said that he could see someone trying to dye their hair that color and really screwing it up. It was nice to hear a man say those things about my hair, even if he is a little creepy. I don’t think Steve liked hearing about it. I think he was jealous. Of course, he’s been telling me he likes my hair for over five years. But doesn’t he have to? I mean, as my husband, if he says he’d rather I dyed it because he doesn’t like it gray, doesn’t that make him emotionally abusive in today’s culture? At any rate, I believe Steve does like my hair. Somehow, it’s different hearing it from someone else.
I was wondering if posting that would make him, mad, but he just doesn’t check in here very often for whatever reason, so I decided what the hell.
Perhaps not as weighty a consideration as that of the famed Prince of Denmark… at any rate, I’ve decided not to trackback. That is, I have disabled trackbacks for my system. I will still trackback others’ sites when I link them, but on this end, allowing trackbacks has proved to be rather fruitless. First of all, most people who link me don’t trackback. That’s fine; I don’t really mind. Second, for some reason, my spam filter blocks anyone who tracksback with a Blogspot blog on Blogger, even legitimate trackbacks. Perhaps this is due to the large number of splogs on Blogger. Finally, of the countless trackbacks I’ve received, maybe five — website wide, not just for this blog — have been legitimate. Considering that in some form or another, parts of this website have been live for a year and a half, that’s not a stellar record. My spam filter manages to block or moderate all of the trackback spam, but I do have to spend a few minutes each day deleting trackback spam from my junk folder. Considering how few benefits I get out of it, I decided it simply wasn’t worth it to continue accepting trackbacks. I doubt it will inconvenience anyone, but I thought I’d annouce the change anyway.
I spent a large portion of my early afternoon on Nick Jr.’s website with Maggie and Dylan. If you have small children, I wanted to make you aware that there are several videos available at the site, including full episodes of Blue’s Clues. Click the “Play Now” button the the box labeled “Nick Jr. Playtime” for access to the high quality video; the videos on the individual show pages are often lower quality and don’t include links to the whole episodes, either. The screen is small — 5X4; my kids didn’t seem to care. There are, of course, lots of other things to do and see there, including games and stories. If you’re looking for things to do with your toddler or preschooler online, that’s a pretty good website to go to.
Also, in my travels on the web today, I became aware of something you bloggers who find commenting trolls tiresome might value: You Read It Right: Complete Blog Commenting Guidelines (via The Dawn Patrol). The creators invite bloggers to link to the guidelines, which are much more comprehensive than the guidelines I already had up, so I believe I’ll be replacing my rather weak attempt at thinking of everything with theirs. The only thing I might add is that if your comments are often longer than the entries upon which you comment, then you should consider getting your own blog — you obviously have a lot to say. Then again, I guess that should not be a hard and fast rule so much as a suggestion. I think these guidelines, similar to those of Read Me: A Blogger Disclaimer can help newbies to blogging (as well as some of the “oldbies”). I realize that introducing “standards of conduct” may seem galling to some, but those who are offended or don’t like it for some reason are free not to use it on their own blogs or not to comment or read the blogs of those who use them.
So those are my two PSA’s for today, most decidedly aimed, I suppose, at mommy bloggers.
Cranky tagged me with a meme:
- Go into your archive.
- Find your 23rd post.
- Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
- Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
- Tag five other people to do the same.
To start with, I had an e-mail exchange with a parent who insisted her daughter was the only person who worked on a group project in my class (and must have thought I was lying when I stated my observations that all four girls were working). (March 6, 2004.)
Of course, if you’re going way back to my old, defunct Diaryland diary, it’s:
I’m in a good mood today. (July 14, 2001).
By the way, I will not be logged into ICQ unless a friend or reader here has prearranged a chat. You might catch me logged in on the other IM programs I use, but I have no interest in being chatted up by weird men.
I have added more contact information to my About page. Now you can send mail to my Gmail account or check my online status in four different IM programs: Yahoo IM, ICQ, AIM, and MSN Messenger. You can get online status icons for your own blog at Online Status Indicator.
Update: Let me reiterate that I’m married, and I don’t have any desire to hook up with anyone over the Internet. I am happy to hear from friends and regular readers, but that’s as far as I’m willing to go.
Found via Roger Darlington’s blog, this thing is seriously freaking me out.
Update: Thanks to Mandie, the non-mathematically inclined can understand how the flash mind reader works. I knew it had to be something simple like that (not being particularly “mystical”), but I couldn’t figure it out.