September 17, 2008
A poem.
Shoot me in the head. Stab me in the eye. Instead of using .Net, I think I’d rather die.
Category: Wordsmithery
March 16, 2008
Skinned.
I’ve always thought it rather interesting that the term “skinned” can refer to the removal of something (as in “I skinned the neighbor’s cat.”) as well as the exchanging of one thing for another (as in “I just skinned my browser to look like a deathstar.”) As you may have noticed, the look and feel … More
April 24, 2007
If the shit fits.
While catching up on the newsfeeds this weekend, I stumbled across a perfectly wonderful quote by Evan Williams. He pretty much sums up every discussion I’ve ever had on this particular subject, to wit … “I only point to Alexa graphs from now on when they help illustrate my point, since in general it’s full … More
March 15, 2007
Wussypants.
The following quote was plucked from a recent web development email. “When building a new [server] farm, create better server names … WUS is like naming a boy Sue.” Here’s the deal … the internal names for Veer’s web servers are prefixed with the acronym ‘WUS’, theoretically representing ‘Web: United States’ or our North American-based … More
March 2, 2007
Retrospection.
As a lame attempt at refocusing and reevaluating, I’ve been going back through the blog archives every once in a while. Sweet mother of crap, I used to blather on about an awful lot of really good shit™. My fave ‘out of context’ phrase from nearly six years ago? “… mine has a trackball the … More
January 23, 2006
Four things.
I was tagged by the indubitable Mr Hoy to participate in this metadata-gathering meme. Who am I to go against the grain of the in-crowd? Since I haven’t been posting much of anything here of late, and the only other thing on my agenda this evening was casting my ballot, here goes… Four jobs I’ve … More
August 10, 2005
Fixed-pitch poetry.
If you can’t imagine ever writing 88 lines about 44 women, then try tapping out 4 lines about 30 alphanumeric characters. Enter Veer’s Inkjet Haiku contest and push your inner poet to work within the typographic constrains of high-speed direct mail printing.
October 21, 2004
I don’t have all the answers.
If I did have all the answers (hell, even a few of them…), perhaps I would be able to address some of the queries impressed upon me in the daily glop of unsolicited email. It’s rather like having a several mini vans worth of babbling pre-schoolers following you around all day, asking why the dog … More
December 2, 2003
Beebed.
I was more than a bit bemused when Stephen Van Esch pointed out that I had been mentioned (albeit briefly) in a BBC News article on the literary value of spam. Considering that it’s been nearly eighteen months since I last posted one of my Three Line Poems from the Subject Lines of Spam, I’m honestly boggled … More
October 24, 2003
Party’s in the kitchen.
Received this morning. An email announcing the our upcoming company Christmas holiday year-end party. Spot the typo. Quick note to say Veer’s Holiday Party will be on Thursday, November 27th. Details to follow. Should be good fun. Significant others included. Mark your colanders. I wonder if I should I bring a salad?