Since I’ve been doing a fair amount of debugging in the last couple of weeks for “quick let’s get this programmed and running today” code, this struck me as extra-funny:

A software tester walks into a bar. Orders a beer. Orders five trillion beers. Orders zero beers. Orders a lizard. Orders a glass of water. Orders negative fifteen beers. Orders a fasdfhasdfjaksdfasdf. Leaves, satisfied.

A user walks into a bar. Orders a Milwaukee’s. Bar immediately catches on fire.

NFTs Are a Pyramid Scheme and People Are Already Losing Money

Mark Twain allegedly said, “Buy land, they’re not making it anymore.” While not technically true (China and other countries and fabricating new human-made islands by dredging, undersea volcanoes may do the same naturally, etc.), the concept makes sense even to a kid not yet old enough to take an economics class – scarcity of a resource will increase the perceived value of that resource.

When it comes to artwork though, it takes more than just scarcity to make something valuable. (Otherwise my daughter’s limited run of sketches of Undertale characters from when she was 11 would be pulling in six figures for us from the local gallery.)

Minting and subsequently buying an NFT of a years-old meme only makes it a good investment if you can guarantee that there will be others out there willing to purchase it from you at an inflated price down the line. And though I appreciate the Budweiser “WHAZZUUUUUUP” commercials from the 2000s as much as the next person, I can’t really see someone buying a digital collectible of a 30 year commercial in about ten years time, for umpteen thousand dollars, nostalgia value or not. Judging by the plethora of trash .gifs and unoriginal crap NFTs being sold on sites like Rarible, it’s clear there’s a boom of buyers at the moment, but will these speculators be able to sell off their digital properties later? (I’m looking at YOU, Beanie Babies collectors, and possibly YOU, Pog collectors, both of which have a rarified low number of offerings that MAY be earning a few investors back their money for every thousand or so investors that won’t end up making a dime off their musty old collectibles.)

If you’re not already in the NFT biz, don’t let FOMO suck you into this next bubble right before it bursts. Going to Vegas and playing blackjack is probably a safer bet for your money in the long run – at least at the casino you know the odds and can enjoy the people-watching while you eventually lose your money… 


This is one of my biggest complaints about mask-wearing*.

I naturally tend to smile a lot at people I interact with. I enjoy seeing the smiles from others. When I walk by you and we all look like steely-eyed ninjas, or impassive zombie-doctors**, or just people who might be fresh from a bank-robbery, you just lose a bit of that human-interaction that greases the gears of society and keeps us feeling connected.

Maybe we all need to go back and watch America’s Next Top Model and figure out how to “smize” (smile with your eyes) as Tyra Banks trained contestants. Or better yet – someone come up with a transparent-yet-still-effective facemask!

*Yes, masks are uncomfortable/inconvenient/not fun. Please do your part and wear one in public, anyway. The next person you interact with could depend on it!

**That is, a doctor who is a zombie. Not a doctor who treats zombies. What would be the point of that?


Today I hit the “I….Declare….Bankruptcy!” button on my email inbox.  I took all my emails earlier than March 1st and put them in a “Cleanup” folder.  Out of sight, out of mind. (But still available if I ever have to go looking for them.)

22CrThe fresh white screen of an empty inbox is so soothing. I know dealing with emails is like playing whack-a-mole – the more you clear, the more pop up.  But getting rid of 1000+ emails that obviously aren’t all that important (or else I would have responded to them before now) is such a relief every once in a while.

Now only if I could do something about those moles in my backyard…

AMAThe podcast, that is.  Lately, I’ve been binge-listening to a bunch of episodes of this NPR quiz show in the car – the puzzles are fun and challenging enough to keep me thinking, without being so tough I can’t get any of the answers.  To mix things up, they also bring in “special guests”, which are usually celebrities in some form (last episode I listened to included Ed Helms of “The Office” and “The Hangover” fame), but who are usually featured in such a way that they dig into aspects of their lives you may not have heard of before.  They feature other people’s creative pet projects, too – I discovered Mike Rowe’s “The Way I Heard It” podcast through this show, as well as Joseph Fink’s “Welcome to Night Vale”, both of which have ended up in my permanent podcast subscription list.

One of their signature hooks is the nerdy word games they feature, and they conclude the podcast with catchy anagrams of the show title, venue, and host names.  I decided to plug in my name into an anagram machine and discovered that my name anagrams to “Blogger Dross”.  Pretty appropriate, given that I haven’t posted on here in years.

Anyway, if you’re into quiz shows, word games, or puzzles, check this one out on NPR’s podcast list. (You can also listen when they air it on the radio, too, but who listens to the radio any more???)


The family and I took a trip to Charleston last weekend (more about that in another post later). Since the Color Princess got a phone for her 12th birthday a few weeks back, I’ve been helping her get used to the technology. Along with Pokemon Go, one of her favorite new things to do is take high-quality photos with the smartphone. I’m very impressed with her eye for composition and hope she keeps up the enthusiasm as I’d love to take her out for photo-walks in the future.

Here’s one she took while we were on a boat, coming alongside the USS Yorktown (aircraft carrier museum) at Patriots Point:


And another shot through a cannon-port in the 5-foot-thick wall of Fort Sumter:


(Yes, that’s a sailboat anchored off the shore of the island – I’m not sure what they were doing there but it certainly was a nice day to be doing it!)

I’ll probably be posting more of her best shots here and there as I come across them.

Videos that auto-play when you first up a website are the worst. Worse than accidentally squirting lemon juice in your eye, stepping on a Lego piece in the middle of the night, or even watching the US Presidential debates. (Although I guess you could technically get even more evil by having a website that auto-plays this most recent Presidential debate when it loads, but hey, you get my point.)

Today, some arbitrary website I had to browse to for work was the straw that broke the camel’s back when the website started auto-playing a 20 minute long infomercial in the sidebar, and I decided I absolutely needed to figure out how to tweak Chrome so I could prevent auto-play videos while browsing the web.

I found it more than a little ironic when PC World’s article on how to stop auto-play videos had an aggravating auto-play video of its own in the sidebar:


Even more aggravating? the PCWorld’s instructions don’t even work for their own auto-play videos, since the instructions are only applicable to Flash content and not HTML5!

In the end, I found a few more useful articles, including this one that instructs how to disable auto-play Flash content and then provides a helpful link to a Chrome extension called Disable HTML5 Autoplay to take care of the HTML5 side of things. So far, so good – it even restrained the PCWorld video from starting up when I reloaded their page!

31 recipients, plus or minus?  I guess it depends on how Outlook feels as to whether it will deliver to all or not.  Microsoft must half-ass it on Fridays, just like the rest of us.


And So Endeth The Streak

Posted: 2016-05-12 in Running
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483 days. Almost 1100 miles.

That’s how long my running streak lasted before I was forced to give it up.

A little over a month ago, while on one of my normal “1.5 mile minimum a day” runs, I had a stabbing pain in my ankle that shot down my foot and scared the hell out of me. I was able to walk on it, but running felt like someone was driving a nail into the top of my foot with every step. I limp/jogged my way through my last half-mile back to the house and iced my foot, hoping I just twisted something in a funny direction and it would be better a few days later.

As the days progressed, I still limped and I still ran. Nothing improved, and I had to go back out to Texas for work. Three weeks into my work schedule there (where I was on my feet at least 5-6 miles a day on top of whatever I was running), I decided it was time to seek medical attention before I did something really stupid and permanent to my foot/ankle.

The x-rays came back negative for stress fractures (what I feared was likely), but the Doc still was concerned and asked me to treat the injury just like a stress fracture, including 6 weeks of laying off the running, elevating and icing the foot as much as possible, and generally giving it time to heal itself before I screwed it up worse.

At one time, I would have said, “Screw it” to such advice, and kept my almost-16-months-streak alive. But older-and-wiser me started considering how I’d feel if I messed something up to the point where I’d be in agony every time I tried playing soccer with the kids, or hiking with the wife, or any of the million of things that are enjoyable but require you to be active on your feet. I decided, as disappointing as it would be to end my streak, it was a small sacrifice to make to get me back to normal.

So here I sit, icing my ankle & foot in the evenings, binge-watching Netflix and jealously glaring at random folks as they run past my balcony, carefree and happy, not knowing how good they have it. I was one of those people once, and hopefully in about 4 more weeks, I will be again. In the meantime, I’ll just try to make the most of the situation and keep my spirits up. (Sometimes, drinking the spirits down helps in that respect.)

So 483 days. It’s not a bad streak – over a year of running every day. Will I start a new streak when I get back into running? Probably not the same “run every day” type streak – that has proven to be a little too much for my bones to handle. But I’ll still keep running, and I’ll try to remember that each run is a privilage that not everyone gets to enjoy, and treat it as such.

Still, it would have been nice to hit 500.

Someone sent this to me, and I was just blown away.

Listen to David Bowie and Annie Lennox singing Under Pressure for the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert back in 1992 and see if you can make your ears happy, too.

First, a rehearsal prior to the show:

And then the live performance:

It gives me chills to listen to that. If only I could have been there in that crowd. Of course, I was only 13 at the time and probably wouldn’t have appreciated what an amazing concert that was, so now I’m off to build a time machine so current me can go take past me to the concert and school myself in some music appreciation.