So Stupid, You Have to Laugh

One of my brothers has this tendency of sending really dumb jokes by e-mail — you know the kind I mean — but this one made me laugh out loud since it is terribly silly. I suppose it’s been going around for a while, but it was new to me.

Date: Fri, 23 May 2003 13:11:39 -0700 (ADT)
From: Maurice’s Brother
Subject: Fwd: Saddam
To: Maurice


Major news sources have reported that US Special Forces troops in southern Bagdad have captured Saddam in the mountains of southern Bagdad.

He was captured at about 2:19 am, eastern time after US warplanes sprayed the entire area with liquid Viagra and the little prick just popped up.

The Importance of Names

Item 1: Should aMMusing Go All the Way?
It seems the blog name aMMusing has caught on. (I still remember the night I installed MT and was faced with the question, “What do I call this thing?”) Anyway, do you think I should register the domain name? Please vote in the comments.
     That reminds me that Poupoune still refuses to register for herself. I think it would be a scream if she got it. :->}


Item 2: A Bush Whacker in America
Last night I had a bit of business to take care of with the Grand Poobah of Culinary Delights. Afterwards we chatted about this and that, including the notion of blogging and how he doesn’t see himself ever going for it. That’s too bad; this world would be a vastly better place if he deigned to share a few of his culinary secrets.
     Then, in reference to the divine Bush Whacker, who will be moving to the NYC area in August, he mused that she should perhaps consider a new blog name once she’s living in the States. “Burning Bush, whacking and Bush Whacker,” he thought out loud, poker faced as usual when he’s about to deliver a joke. “Given how things are right now over there, doesn’t she run the risk of being declared a terrorist?”
     What do you think of that? :->} You can also vote on this question in the comments.

Destiny and Coffee

You know the expression, “Drinking someone under the table”? It’s usually used in reference to alcohol consumption and being able to drink more than anyone else. Well, in my case, when it comes to coffee, I can drink anyone under the table.

This is a known fact about me. Everybody I know will readily make this concession. Some even report that they drink more coffee whenever they’re around me.

And none of that dish water or cutesy flavoured stuff for me, thank you very much! It has to be French Roast, with homogenized (3.5%) milk or cream. I have this theory that flavoured coffee is just a ploy to get rid of inferior-quality beans.

There’s no such thing as a bad time to have coffee. In fact, I’m about to retire for the night, but I’m finishing my 4th cup since about 11:30 this evening. Only on rare occasions does coffee keep me from sleeping, and I suspect that, on those occasions, it’s generic stress, not coffee, that’s keeping me awake.

I also have a theory on why I’m able to drink coffee before going to bed. I think it’s because my mother would have a cup (of instant) before she would go to bed while she was pregnant with me. In this day and age when there seems to be a compulsion to wrap a woman up in cotton swab for the 9 months she’s pregnant, I can hear the collective gasp of horror upon divulging that my mom drank coffee while she was carrying me. Back in the ’50s and ’60s, pregnant women did things that would be unthinkable today. But if you ignore the third ear that protrudes from the back of my head, I came out okay. And accustomed to coffee well before birth.

Actually, I believe the same theory applies to why I’m a night owl. Unlike my siblings, I was born in the middle of the night. 1:25 a.m., to be exact. I was destined to become a coffee guzzlin’ night owl.

Friday Five (2003-05-23)

Haven’t done a Friday Five in MONTHS, so here goes …for the heck of it!

1. What brand of toothpaste do you use?
Colgate [anti-everything …anti-plaque, anti-tartar…].

2. What brand of toilet paper do you prefer?
Prefer? Cottonelle. But I always buy Our Compliments (the grocery store’s generic brand).

3. What brand(s) of shoes do you wear?
Doc Martens.

4. What brand of soda do you drink?
Big 8 (the Maritimes’ cheap brand that’s actually not bad).

5. What brand of gum do you chew?
None. I don’t like chewing gum. I always manage to bite my tongue whenever I chew gum, so I’ve sworn off gum. Besides, I get mildly annoyed in the presence of someone who always chews gum, although that could be because all the gum chewers I’ve known, including her, have been overly enthusiastic chewers.

Making Tough Calls

I just had to fire off an e-mail message to a potential client. I submitted a proposal more than a month ago, the centrepiece of which, of course, was TextStyleM and hosting through me. I also threw in additional ideas to consider later.

The potential client’s response was good and bad. It was good in that they’re impressed with my services and really want me as their webmaster. It was bad in that they only want a webmaster (read “data entry clerk”) and either the status quo with regard to hosting or a new (and I suspect free), non-Linux hosting arrangement.

They’re being cautious, which is fair enough. They’re trying not to bite off more than they can chew. But the problem for me is either one of their hosting proposal, which would eliminate the possibility of using TextStyleM.

The reason that’s a problem is that I’m gradually moving all my clients over to my system, which not only gives them the option to edit their own site but also makes editing by me a heck of a lot easier. So the tough call I had to make in that e-mail was to risk “losing a sale,” so to speak, by imposing one condition: hosting by me. That would allow me to use the tools I’m familiar with instead of getting sidetracked into learning other techniques (at the expense of my current development work).

I guess this isn’t really such an unusual situation to be in. I mean, the owners of HM, for instance, have chosen to offer only Linux-based hosting and be damn good at it rather than offer both Linux- and NT-based hosting. But what made tonight’s e-mail a tough call for me is that I could be turning away a bit of business.

Operative term which I need to repeat to myself: “a bit.” If I stretch myself too thin on too many “bits,” then I could grow resentful and miss out on the “a lot” cases. After all, I do have to make a living here…