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Vincent Bugliosi

is, among other things, the former prosecuting attorney for Los Angeles County, California. He's written several books, two of which I've read: Outrage, about the O.J. Simpson trial fiasco, and Till Death Do Us Part, about the 1960s era Alan Palliko murders in California.

He was also the author of Helter Skelter, and several other books; he writes, obviously, as a trained professional prosecuting attorney, leader of a division.

He writes very well. I agree, in general, with the arguments he makes.

Especially the ones he makes in None Dare Call It Treason, in my opinion an excellent recap of how the Supreme Court of the United States has renounced its right to respect as the upholder of the Rule Of Law in this country.

It's also an excellent use of the title, due originally to the John Stormer book from the 1960s, but resurrected for less worthy articles and treatises in the intervening years.

I am not happy about this thing, people. I'm not.

I don't believe the SCOTUS and the president (l.c. intentional) realize just how close to the surface political rebellion is in this country, even now, when the government demonstrates that it has no respect for the "rule-of-law" it so blithely quotes.

I don't want a revolution.

I don't.

They're messy.

Monday, January 22, 2001 @ 10:21 p.m. - Comment

You know, there are some days when I just wanna give up and move to Toledo

Wes Felter, at Hack The Planet, pointed out an excellent, very scary, incredibly depressing screed by John 'Gnu' Gilmore of the Electronic Frontiers Foundation, which covers the many ways in which the large media and technology companies are in cahoots to constructively deprive us of as many of our rights as they can possibly manage, so that they can extract even more money from us -- money which, of course, will *not* end up in the pockets of the performing artists who create the content in question.

Nothing created after 1910 has gone into the public domain, because the laws keep being rewritten. And worse, while the definition of "Fair Use" is well known, the companies continue to conspire to make that *right* impossible to implement.

I'm becoming less and less impressed with The Public Corporation, and I don't see it being any much longer than ten years until The Second American Revolution... and the officers and directors of the major [media] corporations will be the first ones up against the wall when the revolution comes.

Time to go take my St John's Wort, I guess.

Monday, January 22, 2001 @ 08:20 p.m. - Comment

Well, it's nice to see

... that someone else is willing to say that independent record stores aren't dying in public.

Especially since I work with one. :-)

Sunday, January 21, 2001 @ 01:23 p.m. - Comment

Oh, crap.

Here we go again.

Friday, January 19, 2001 @ 11:13 a.m. - Comment

And, don't forget...

If you're going to a Super (Bleep) party, and you're gonna have a few drinks... Beeresponsible.

Thursday, January 18, 2001 @ 08:42 p.m. - Comment

AdCritic to the Rescue!

Yes, there will be an online location to check out the Super B(bleep)l spots.

They'll have them up, they say, by 30 minutes after airing.

I'll have my commentaries up faster. Nyaah.

Thursday, January 18, 2001 @ 08:23 p.m. - Comment

Oh, and on an unrelated topic...

Our little Kitten has moved.

Apparently her big bro needed the server space...

(What *he's* going to do with a server named "nymphokitti" goes thankfully unreported... :-)

Thursday, January 18, 2001 @ 08:08 p.m. - Comment

Well, it's almost Super-Spot time again

I mean, c'mon, especially this year, no one's watching the game for the football, right?

Keep it right here for critical analysis of the most important part of Super Sunday...

The commercials.

We can't wait to see what Tabasco does this year.

CBS will be running a one hour special on old Super Bowl Commercials, Saturday night, 9pm EST, I think. I'll be taping it.

Maybe *this* year, the advertisers will be smart enough to make sure *all* their commercials are up on the net when they air, so that can link to them.


Thursday, January 18, 2001 @ 08:04 p.m. - Comment


I've never advertised "".

And yet, since yesterday, when Andrew mangled his Apache server config at Pitas such that those hits went to my site... those hits have been coming to my site.

Hey, you!

Where'd you get that address? :-) Drop me a note and let me know; I'm nosy.

Thursday, January 18, 2001 @ 04:23 p.m. - Comment

The Un-Credit Card

And no, 7-Up has nothing to do with it; this one belongs to the *other* 7-, Eleven.

It seems they're in league with American Express to offer an "Internet Shopping Card", and much more interestingly, a Gift Card... that works just like an AmEx card, online and in person, doesn't have a silly 7-11 logo on it, and you don't need credit to get one.

Just like the stored-value gift cards available from many merchants these days (Wal-Mart/Sam's Club comes to mind), you take it in and pump it full of cash, but you can then, since it's issued by AmEx, use it anywhere an AmEx card would work. And since it says "Gift" on it in big fancy script letters, people won't look at you sideways when you pay for things with it.

Why does any of this matter?

Well, there are lots of us out here -- some for longer than others -- who wouldn't get a credit card even if they could, because credit card issuers have this bad habit of thinking that our personal purchase history information is their revenue generating data stream. We're not happy about that, and the companies that do it are getting more and more blatant about it... to the point where I no longer get stupid looks from people when I explain my outlook.

So now, we have the opportunity to make the choice between the inconvenience of that, coupled with the cost of credit card interest, and the inconvenience of keeping a bill or two tied up in one of those gift cards.

It's a choice I'm glad to have the opportunity to make.

You might want to think about it too...

Wednesday, January 17, 2001 @ 10:23 p.m. - Comment

King of Fries? Naaaah.

I see by a Wall Street Journal article in today's St Pete Times (one of the reasons I reaad the paper edition most days even though the stories are online) that Burger King Corporation has finally figured out what all us poor consumers realized the day after launch: that the new save-the-business french fries they came out with 3 years ago suck.

They're coated with sand, or something, and they just don't taste good. With a 19-page spec sheet, I don't suppose we ought to be surprised.

I personally didn't think that BK's old fries were all that bad, although, admittedly, they weren't McDonalds.

Nobody has a good a fast-food french fry as McDonalds, and they know it. Steak and Shakes' are good, but they're a diffferent kind of fry.

The story quotes BK management as saying they've learned their lesson... but it also says the replacement fry will be coated, too.

You do the math.


If you feel the same as me on this one, make a point of asking the drive-thru cashier at the BK where the nearest McDonald's is, "so you can get some fries". :-)

Wednesday, January 17, 2001 @ 01:01 p.m. - Comment

You know...

I've been writing a bunch shorter, I've lately discovered.

I went back to look up something I'd posted a few months back, and I was struck by just how much longer I was writing stuff then. I like that better, actually.

I'm getting RoadRunner (and cable, for the first time in 5 years or more) next week; having a link in the house will probably fix that problem. We'll see.

Oh: Hi, Krystal. ;-)

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 @ 02:32 p.m. - Comment

Should Bra Ads Show Breasts?

Charlotte linked me to a Women's Wire story about a new campaign of bra ads from Nike.

The reader comments were the most interesting part, to me. Notably, I was less than impressed by a comment from 'Amanda', who apparently thinks that all pictures of breasts are intended solely for the amusement of men.

I suspect that her reaction comes from having had to deal with men staring at hers, which, she takes pains to tell us, are 40DD.

Guess what, Amanda? It's you.

No, really. Come to terms with your own, and you won't feel the need to dis "men, in general". And what's *wrong* with liking to look at boobs, anyway?

[ Special to the Young and Rubicam employee -- I hope to ghod they don't let you write copy ]

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 @ 12:19 p.m. - Comment

Well, what's good for the goose

St Petersburg based WTSP and the St Petersburg times have announced a news sharing deal. Where'd they announce it? In the Times, of course.

And, of course, there were the usual disclaimers:

The two organizations remain completely independent and autonomous, with full responsibility and control over their news reports," Tash said of the Times-WTSP alliance. "This does not affect our coverage of them or their coverage of us."
Yeah, right. I'll believe that the first time the TV station has a reporter at the news conference saying to the Times' publisher "but the 13 year old girl says the editor *did* sleep with her; what do you have to say about *that*, sir?"

Tuesday, January 16, 2001 @ 11:04 a.m. - Comment

I Have A Dream

... and it's mostly the same dream Martin Luther King, Jr had around the year I was born: that people will stop dissing each other, regardless of their reasons.

Here's my favorite MLKj quote:

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted. [Strength to Love, 1963]
"Creatively maladjusted."

Yeah, that sounds like me.

More here, thanks to the folks at the Leland Stanford Junior University.

Monday, January 15, 2001 @ 10:34 a.m. - Comment

So long as you've got your health...

you've got everything.

I think everyone should have to be sick and miserable at least once a year. Without the zero's, the one's don't mean anything.

Friday, January 12, 2001 @ 10:15 a.m. - Comment

That warning?

That one on your cigarette pack from the Surgeon General?

This day in history, 1964.

Thursday, January 11, 2001 @ 04:26 p.m. - Comment

Thanks to Dan Lyke

who runs the excellent Flutterby... and has really cool trash. The Targa board arrived yesterday afternoon, Dan, whilst I was home with the flu.

What timing.

Thanks kindly; I'll let you know how far I get with it.

Thursday, January 11, 2001 @ 04:46 p.m. - Comment


"Play with Pam in your palm", eh?


Thursday, January 11, 2001 @ 03:25 p.m. - Comment


No, that's not my favorite radio station.

That's what my temperature was last night, 'round midnight, as the phrase goes.

I'd recommend against.

Thursday, January 11, 2001 @ 03:15 p.m. - Comment

Intermedia Sucks

I've been saying that for years; apparently other people are just now catching on

Tuesday, January 9, 2001 @ 02:58 p.m. - Comment

FLASH: Steckel Sacked

And there's no indication that those responsible for the sacking will be sacked anytime soon.

Bucs offensive (and you can put the accent on any syllable you like there) coordinator Les Steckel was fired today, after keeping a nylon stocking around Shaun King's head for far too much of the 2000 season, leading directly to the Bucs' failure to be the first team to play a Super Bowl at home.

Ok, well, maybe it wasn't that clear cut, but they *did* can him.

Tuesday, January 9, 2001 @ 02:43 p.m. - Comment

Kenny Rogers is a very funny fellow... RIIIIGHT!

You know, it's funny...

You never really know a performer until you've seen them on stage, live, preferably in a small hall.

Thanks to some help from Dave, we went to see Kenny tonight at Ruth Eckerd Hall in Clearwater. We didn't get $10 a song for identifying his hits, like Floyd in the front row did (:-), but we managed not to get beaned with a frisbee or a tambourine, either.

That probably requires some 'splaining.

Kenny Rogers is funny as hell. :-) I guess, when you're 70 years old and have had hits in 6 decades, you can do pretty much any damned thing you want to in concert, and Kenny did most of it. He was nice, and let us help out on a couple of songs... but he didn't seem all that impressed. He opened with a couple of fast songs, and cautious to let us know that "those are the two loudest songs I know".

He was lying, thankfully.

The show ranged all over his career, including classics like "Through the Years" and "Lady" and his latest releases "Buy Me A Rose" and the title track of his newest album, "There You Go Again", but he spent at least a third of the show talking to (read: picking on :-) the audience. The man is a hell of a situational comedian, and I could easily see him hosting a TV variety show... if anyone watched such things these days.

The show was opened by Linda Davis, Reba McEntire's sometime duet partner, who has a duet on Kenny's new album as well, which, strangely enough, they didn't sing.

Kenny's got his own record label, now, too, called Dreamcatcher Records, and he told an interesting story about having a lunch with a buddy of his, who is the "architect" for N'Sync and Britney Spears (obligatory comment: "Britney Spears' architect, huh? Good Job!") and talking about the fact that there weren't any groups like that for country music loving kids.

Enter Marshall Dylon.

I thought those guys were good anyway; seeing them in person just confirmed my opinion.

Kenny played Wednesday night in Sarasota; which hotel he stayed in in the interim goes mercifully unreported -- these thirtysomething women can be *so* trying...

Saturday, January 6, 2001 @ 11:17 p.m. - Comment

If there is any way...

that you can arrange your life so as to avoid ever getting conjunctivitis, then that is almost certainly the path your life should take.

Thursday, January 4, 2001 @ 09:33 p.m. - Comment

Oh, my God!

It's full of stars!

[ I can't resist comment: this has to be the coolest single thing I've *ever* seen, in 35 years. Thank you, to whomever pulled this off. ]

Wednesday, January 3, 2001 @ 11:42 a.m. - Comment

Privacy? What's that?

This may be the next frontier for conscientious objectors in the MIS business, similar to the way many computer jocks wouldn't work on defense projects in the 60s.

Wednesday, January 3, 2001 @ 11:30 a.m. - Comment

Wanted: Super Bowl Tickets

Well... Duh!

But we'll even throw in the Ginsu knife; you can cut through a tin can with it, and it will still slice tomatoes paper-thin.

Now how much would you pay?

Wednesday, January 3, 2001 @ 10:18 a.m. - Comment

Aw, Kee-rist...

"Jessica and I knelt side by side against the wall of the big cliff behind Red Rocks one night," Lindsay tells me, "and we gave the two boys we'd just met double blow jobs so that they would give us free tickets to the 'Rave on the Rocks' show." Lindsay is pretty and blond and looks like she might sing in a church choir. "It was kind of a dare," she continues. "We raced each other to see who could get her guy off first. Jessica won, but I think her guy's dick was a lot harder to start with. It didn't mean anything to us -- it's not like we had real sex."

Tuesday, January 2, 2001 @ 07:05 p.m. - Comment

Welcome to the Third Millenium!

This message brought to you by the Mathematical Pedants Association of America.

Monday, January 1, 2001 @ 12:00 a.m. - Comment

ADSL is da bomb...

Always staying exactly one step behind the search engines...

My office, and about a dozen of my clients, have ADSL internet connections. Most from GTE nee Verizon, although our office is connected to Internet Junction.

Overall, we like it pretty good.

If you want data, click the comment link, and mail me a question...

Thursday, December 28, 2000 @ 07:39 p.m. - Comment


...what the heck is wrong with these kids today...? Why... can't they be like we were: perfect in every way?


The lyric comes from the show "Bye, Bye, Birdie", for those of us old enough to remember it, and the topic was, as near as makes no particular difference, the fact that kids (want to) do the craziest things.

But that's ok, says columnist Carolyn Sandlin-Sniffin, whose beat this is.

[...]all these "rules of cool" leave middle-age parents wondering: Why would my intelligent, attractive child want to clomp around in baggy pants and 3-inch platform sneakers? The answer, at least in part, is because it's not the way their parents look.

For young teens, clothing and accessories are symbols of identification with their peers and the pop idols they admire. Wearing what's cool is a way of saying, "I fit in. I'm not alone."

And that's, forgive me, cool.

This piece supports quite aptly one of my favorite talking points on raising kids, too: it's the kids' job to break the rules. The more liberal the parents try to be, the harder the kids will have to try to break the rules. That doesn't mean you can't cut them some slack, of course, but limits, for lack of a better word, are good (to paraphrase Gordon Gekko).

Thursday, December 28, 2000 @ 11:17 a.m. - Comment

Her Name Was Lola...

She was a showgirl.

If those words mean anything to you, then you probably ought to have gotten tickets to Barry Manilow's Copacabana, the off-off-off-Broadway show that's currently running at Ruth Eckerd Hall (hi, Jill :-), at the Richard B. Baumgardner Center for the Performing Arts. (No one *ever* mentions that guy's name, so I like to do it whenever I can. :-) The St Pete Times review calls it schmaltz and says

It makes for a fun and pleasant evening of theater, but that's as far as it goes.
But you know what I wanna know?

What the hell's wrong with that?

Had I not blown $200 on concert tix this month already, I'd be going...

Thursday, December 28, 2000 @ 10:53 a.m. - Comment

The Human Eye

is an amazing piece of equipment. Even for me, a man who has worn glasses for three decades, except for those occasional trips to the ophthalmologist and optometrist, it is a fairly trouble free piece of equipment.

Except when you get something in it.


Wednesday, December 27, 2000 @ 10:31 p.m. - Comment

The Foot

Gary Shelton wrote a nice piece (as his always are) in today's St Pete Times about what Buccaneers kicker Martin Gramatica is going through after going wide right 3 on Sunday.

I don't know if the man (or anyone who knows him) is reading this, but I think I speak for everyone in Tampa Bay who isn't an asshole when I say: "Shit happens, man. Don't sweat it. We're still in the playoffs. Keep up the good work."

This is your pass, dude.

Wednesday, December 27, 2000 @ 10:12 a.m. - Comment

The Web Is The Ultimate Copy Protection

I can't write a better lead than that.

Via Flutterby, via Scripting News, via Advogato, a piece on why Application Service Providers are probably the Next Great Bad Idea.

While web-based application design isn't necessarily bad, putting your business's lifeblood in someone else's hands, *is*.

Tuesday, December 26, 2000 @ 12:27 p.m. - Comment

My Favorite Kitten

...who is, alas, *WAY* too young for me, has posted some new pics. I guess that's our Christmas present.

But it's ok; I appear to have picked up not one, but *two* new models over Christmas. Got a film scanner too; I should have a portfolio up somewhere useful here before too long.

Tuesday, December 26, 2000 @ 12:19 p.m. - Comment

Why I Like The Web

If you spend a lot of time driving around with a group of friends, no doubt you've 'called shotgun', to get the good seat in the car.

But I'll bet you didn't realize that there are official rules for that process.

[ Found inside the Stuffed Dog. ]

Tuesday, December 26, 2000 @ 12:15 p.m. - Comment

Well, I survived

Tried to break my right ankle and my left little toe, but didn't quite succeed at either. Darn. :-)

I've screwed the pooch on my page colors, obviously. Greg Knauss, from EOD, graciously consented to let me steal the old page design he's not using anymore; I guess I oughtta get on that for the New Year.

Scott Bakula fans, go to the Scottsite, run by my sis. And no, so far as we know, he ain't gay.

Lisa Whelchel fans, you probably want her official site (and damn if she ain't aged well, no?)

As for Miriam Gonzales fans, well, apparently Playboy finally realized she exists; she was in a recent Wet & Wild, as well as a Book of Lingerie. Hope that holds you until they finally figure out how popular she is. Merry Christmas. :-)

I've written a note to the NSS editor twice, telling him how many search hits I get on her name; apparently he ain't listening. :-{

Tuesday, December 26, 2000 @ 10:55 a.m. - Comment

Well, I'll be damned

Thanks to the folks at the Savatage web site for the link back to me to the review I wrote below of the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert; I'm getting slammed, comparatively. Hope y'all are finding *something* interesting to come back to... :-)

I see, on having looked farther, that the fact that TSO mounting 2 touring companies this year wasn't closely held news, as I'd been informed... but there is one question that hangs in the air: you'd expect that Paul and Jon would be leading the two companies, no?

If not, who was running the other one, and why didn't Jon show his head in St Pete (yeah, I know, several people said they saw him at Dress Circle, and Paul *said* he was there... but not take a bow? In his home *town*? What's *that* about?)... and if so, why was it not *Jon's* company that played the home town gig?

I dunno... there's something weird about this one...

In any event, Paul, thanks for the great show... and the guitar pick. :-) Thanks also to Jon.

And Criss.

Monday, December 25, 2000 @ 08:28 p.m. - Comment


to Alan and Liz, and Chel, and Eric and Christina, Rachel and Alanna, and Marie, and Neva and Mandy, and Stephan, David, Daniel, Jessica, Mom and Dad, and Mom, and Tonia, and Rebecca, and Randy and Amanda, and Kat and Chris, and Ron, and Johanna, and Kaycie, and Traci, and Jennifer, and Dave and Jeannie, and Dave and Andi, and John and Michelle, and of course Duane and Sanch, and T.R., whereever you are, and you, and you, and especially you...

Sunday, December 24, 2000 @ 08:52 p.m. - Comment

It's not what they carry off...

It's what they fall into and ruin.

Even though the Packers won, they didn't get anything for it, because the Rams' win kept them out of the playoffs anyway.


Oh well. We're still in the playoffs; they're still not.

You think we have it bad? I'm watching the most classic piece of football videotape in history: Miami at Pats.

Check out for all the fun.

Sunday, December 24, 2000 @ 04:19 p.m. - Comment

The Battle Of The Bays

Is at halftime.

But, hey; the Bucs are a second half team.

Sunday, December 24, 2000 @ 02:25 p.m. - Comment

A Heavy Metal Christmas

It's sort of a deal with the devil, really.

"We'll play you 90 minutes of the Christmas music you came here for", they seem to say, "if you'll hang around for another hour or so while we get all self-indulgent and all".

Well, these guys do self-indulgent much better than most musicians do, so we'll let them get away with it. :-)

We went to the Mahaffey Theater at St Pete's Bayfront Center last night -- a theater much prettier than it's website -- to see the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I was going to say "If you've never heard these guys..." but, trust me: you've heard them. If you listen to the radio at all at Christmas, you've heard them at least once.

Their primary ouevre was, of course, the rock opera "Christmas Eve and Other Stories", which flowed from the Savatage track "Christmas Eve (Sarajevo 12/24)", from the group's October 95 'Dead Winter Dead' concept album. So far as I could tell, though I didn't keep a formal set list (sorry; I was far too busy listening to the music :-), they went right through the entire album in order, with all of the narrative parts handled with aplomb (if not rhythm) by Tony Gaynor. The sound guys really needed to use a different mic on him, too; he was really muffled sounding.

The rhythm (and soul) quotient, though, was filled out by lead vocalist Michael Lanning, the blackest white guy I've ever heard. They tell me this boy sings on Broadway in his spare time, and I can well believe it; my comment to my companion was "take that, Michael Crawford!"

She cracked up. :-)

My first thought was "damn, that boy could make a good living singing jingles, and I see I'm right."

Surprisingly, the boogie-in-your-seat quotient at this show was incredibly low; I got dirty looks from people for air-guitarring and conducting the orchestra. Oh well, their problem. It was nice, though, to see everyone from the longhair 20 year olds in leather to the thirtysomethings in three-toned black dress outfits to the grandparents all together in one audience. I think this may be the band's best legacy, right here.

While the boys are getting a bit older, and can't play quite as fast as they used to, you know what? Who gives a shit? It was the best damned concert I've been to in 3 years -- even though it could have stood to be a bit louder (!) -- and it made Chel smile on (a couple days before) Christmas Eve.

I guess I can mark this year down as a success. :-)

Next concert review: Kenny Rogers; January 6th.

Saturday, December 23, 2000 @ 12:28 p.m. - Comment

Yep, it's Christmas

That time of year when people throw coins in the buckets for Old Sal.

But, sometimes, the Army gets a surprise.

Saturday, December 23, 2000 @ 12:13 p.m. - Comment

Just slide your little mouse around...

until you see it land...

at www.memory.

".com", that is; I wonder what the folks at Alpha Memory think of the whole thing... Have they sent Alan Jackson a thank you note for all the hits?

This is, of course, just another example of people deciding to use random URLs in cultural artifacts (songs, books, etc) without giving any thought to the reality that they'd better *register* those domains... and plan to keep them up... or someone else will certainly take advantage.

This this akin to the "register a second-level domain for your movie". These things never get renewed, and in at least one case I heard about, someone came in behind and grabbed the domain for smut.

No word on the studio's reaction.

Friday, December 22, 2000 @ 12:35 p.m. - Comment


better !pout !cry
better watchout
lpr why
santa claus  < north pole >town

cat /etc/passwd >list
ncheck list 
ncheck list
cat list | grep naughty >nogiftlist
cat list | grep nice >giftlist
santa claus  < north pole >town

who | grep sleeping
who | grep awake
who | egrep 'bad|good'
for (goodness sake) {
        be good

better !pout !cry
better watchout
lpr why
santa claus  < north pole >town

Thursday, December 21, 2000 @ 04:11 p.m. - Comment


Baby, it's cold outside!

I don't *remember* ordering this weather... Send it back.

Thursday, December 21, 2000 @ 11:12 a.m. - Comment

I have one...

in my hot little van.


A NIC, that is. Review to follow.

Their erstwhile competition is at; if you're one of those people who tends to pee when you laugh too hard, bring a towel.

Thursday, December 21, 2000 @ 11:10 a.m. - Comment

Well, it's that time again...

That time when can be heard on HF aeronautical frequencies near an air base of the North American Aerospace Defense Command in northern Canada the words "Scramble Santa Flight One!"

46 years ago, a wrong number sent a call inquiring about Santa's progress to... NORAD (then, CONAD) Director of Operations Harry Shoup. When the young voice asked him where Santa was, he did what all self-respecting military officers would do when confronted with such a situation... he hung up.

No, seriously, he stood up and called down to the radar board operators who allowed as how, yeah, they saw 9 blips way up north, or, no, maybe 10, and yeah, that could be him.

What disciplinary action was taken against them for making him *ask* goes unrecorded. :-)

Thus commenced a tradition that has continued to this, it's 46th year. I'm a little disappointed in them that they didn't see fit to hang the site directly underneath their main webpage and military regs be damned, but at least it's the main link at the top of the page.

Now we'll just have to wait until the 27th to see if they remember to stand the damned page *down* properly.

Tuesday, December 19, 2000 @ 04:59 p.m. - Comment

The Web Of Darkness

You know, like... vampires?

There's a movie a-shootin at the theatre I like to call home, among other locations. That's it's title, and it's a vampire flick, with the obligatory good looking guys, and *great* looking girls (Hi, Helene :-).

I shot some production stills of it last night (cause I was there, and had my camera, and, well, it's an indie film, and you can sort of just bull your way into such things on indie films. :-) and they're in the soup right now. If they came out well, you might find them on their website at some point...

and since I just came into an Agfa Vision 35 film scanner myself, as soon as I get it rigged, you'll probably see them, in addition to a bunch of my other shots, on some website of my own, too.

On which topic, I would appear to have picked up a new model, my old one having moved away to South Carolina and commenced to ignoring me, and maybe two or three.

It's been a good day. :-)

Tuesday, December 19, 2000 @ 03:40 p.m. - Comment

And for those few of you

who give a shit, here's what that all means...

Tuesday, December 19, 2000 @ 03:09 p.m. - Comment

And again, I say:

Da Bucs! (But Gary says it better. Aw-right!)

Now I don't feel so silly about wearing my "Super Bowl Bound Bucs" T-shirt in public again...

Tuesday, December 19, 2000 @ 03:03 p.m. - Comment

An ugly win

is still a win.

Da' Bucs!

Tuesday, December 19, 2000 @ 12:22 a.m. - Comment


Since, lately, I have a high-speed connection everywhere I go, I occasionally forget that not everyone does. This page had gotten just entirely too damned long. I'll try not to let it happen again...

Monday, December 18, 2000 @ 04:22 p.m. - Comment

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Copyright (C-in-a-circle) 2000, Ashworth & Associates, All Rights Reserved, All Wrongs Reversed.
This site is hosted by Pitas, but they have no control over what I say. If you don't like something I said, don't even *think* of suing them or I'll blow up your house. ;-)

If you're down here it's because you decided you wanted to link to me. Wow. Cool. Thanks. :-)

I use Phil Greenspun's clicktracking system to keep track of my traffic, and I like to use it on inbound links too, when possible; it's interesting to know where the traffic comes from, and theCounter isn't quite as spiffy as I'd like. If you could use the following link code to link to me, I'd appreciate it:

Link Text

just copy the link and make up a YOURTAG that's somewhat descriptive. Thanks again for your trouble...

Um, d'oh! Wes Felter points out that it would be nice if the link pointed to *me*... Fixed.

And for those people who think I'm trying to be subversive with the status line crap, it's merely functional: *I* like to be able to see the URL, too. If anyone has suggestions on the (I think insoluble) 'making the link change color if you saw it somewhere else' problem, I'd love to hear them.

No, it's not.

Google finally spidered me a while back... but it's not really up to dealing with weblogs; it doesn't check often enough. The Freefind searchbox at the top of this page spiders me almost every day; retry your search there, if you're still motivated enough. :-)