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Welcome to the new format

Phew!

That was a lot of cutting and pasting and editing of dates. I'm now the proud owner of a php driven, databased, gpl, not-quite-completely-debugged blog. I haven't put much effort into customising it yet. The default colour scheme is easy enough on the eyes and it's readable.

Please let me know if there are problems.

Later that same day...

$100-and-a-handshake-on-stage-at-a-concert later, Virge returns home the 3rd prize winner in a local short story competition. The Power was the story. This was the competition.

Thumper

Awww... how cute! A little bunny-wabbit. I like Thumper.

No, wait. I'm not talking about any caricatured forest animals here. I'm not sanitising and anthropomorphising a lascivious lagomorph. I'm talking about how I felt when I woke up this morning.

It was far from cute. My head was throbbing. The act of standing up (first step towards accessing the analgesics) was a stomach churning event. I gulped the capsules with a mouthfull of water and crawled back to bed.

Another half hour of drowse had amazingly erased the thumper. I rose, a little tentatively, expecting the war-drums to restart as restless as before. Nothing. Clear head.

Virgilanti.com is now connected up. I guess now I should think seriously about updating my web site. I took a photo of self for the obligatory "about me" page. I started thinking about twisted themes and images for backgrounds. I added a lame limerick to my 404 page, just because I could.

Migrated

I am now the proud owner of 333Mb of web hosting from ICDSoft. This journal is being hosted on my new space. You can feel the difference, can't you? It will be another day before the name server connects virgilanti.com with this web space. Until then the feedback form mail won't get to me. It will mail your messages to that great byte-bucket in the sky. I tried setting up the guest book, but that too requires the DNS update before it will work properly. For the moment, I've migrated the journal and the poetry pages.

Skip it

Gross Image Warning: Skip the next paragraph if you feel that bodily fluids should not be journalled.

The Virge is unstuffed today: an occasional cough, a little sniffle, but definitely unstuffed. If my hankerchief was half empty I'd complain about getting yet another cold. Instead I'll say it's half full so I can be happy that the cold only annoyed me for 2 days.

You had to read the previous paragraph anyway, didn't you? Your curiosity leant over and nudged your bravado, saying "There ain't nothin' he can type that could turn our guts." Your curiosity was probably right. If you've used a web browser for more than a few hours you've probably been exposed to much worse.

Virgilanti.com

I just registered it. www.virgilanti.com now exists, but don't all rush off to the URL. It's not connected to any hosting yet. It's just a domain name drifting disc-lessly through the ether, an insignificant identity in the internet ocean, a nubile niche in the namespace waiting to be exploited.

I've started searching for a web host. My requirements are not extraordinarily demanding. Reliability seems to be an issue with a lot of hosts, but since I don't rely on hosting for my income (at the moment, at least) I can compromise a little there. I want a decent storage space and transfer limit, the ability to play with some scripts, and something that doesn't cost heaps.

Randomness

Hmmmm - looks like Asus tech-support may not be blindingly fast. No response yet. Any day now, for sure.

Ok, this was funny for me because I hadn't heard it before:
"Whenever you come to make a decision, ask yourself WTFWJD?"

Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.

You can't teach a new mother new tricks

It took over a day. Windoze XP refused to go on my new mobo. I gave up and put WinMe on it and it's working like a charm. 2GHz of grunt. I know I'll look back on that comment in years to come and laugh at what I used to think was fast.

I still haven't given up hope of getting XP running on it. I'm sure Asus tech-support will mail me any day now, answering my query with some little wrinkle that I have to set in the bios to make XP install smoothly. Any day.

B-Day

I suppose there are a lot of bloggers out there who will be "remembering" September 11th as they type between the teardrops and lament the loss of innocence in the land of the free and the brave. Not this little black blogger. For me, September 11th has always been and will always be the sister's birthday - a much more significant event.

My parents always tried to make sure that the sister's birthday was not a negative time for me. It had the potential to be the most attention deprived day of the year, but they instituted a payoff system to keep my spirits up. On birth days there was always a token present for the other child. I suppose it must have worked. I don't ever remember feeling left out. Perhaps I did my own over-compensation in attention seeking behaviour on those days. It's so long ago now that I can't remember and at that age you never recognise your own psychological games.

I find it amazing how different I am from SisterOfVirge. I won't try to list the differences here because it would be hard to write such a list from my personal perspective without it sounding like a list of criticisms or self-justifications. We're just different and I'm pretty sure we're diverging with age. How does that make me feel? Liberated. Freed from the blinkers of nurture. I think it would be pretty disheartening to get to the end of a life and look back, only to find that you're just like a sibling or parent. The more differences I see between myself and my genetic neighbours the more I feel like me.

Quirks

Have you ever felt that other people's lives seem more exciting than yours?

Is life passing you by? Does opportunity knock on everybody else's door?

It's all in how you tell it. Pick out the unusual bits. Extracting the tiny snippets of excitement from an otherwise ordinary life makes your life sound exciting. You don't have to lie. You don't even have to exaggerate. Quoting one-liners without the rest of the story forces people to make up their own background story - often with more drama than the original.

Now here's a trick to make your life sound even more exciting. Among a group of unusual statements about yourself, add one complete lie. But don't be dishonest about it. Simply add a statement admitting that one of the statements is untrue. You have just added a modicum of intrigue to spice up your life, and you didn't even have to tell fibs e.g.

Only one of the following statements is untrue:


  • I designed the house I currently live in.
  • I've played Scott Joplin rags on a cathedral pipe organ
  • I invented and patented a mathematical algorithm
  • I have a bullet wound in my left thigh.
  • I played keyboards at a new year's eve concert in a Kylie Minogue tribute band.
  • I co-designed an instrument quality, UV sensitive CCD camera chip.
  • I played in a German accordion band.
  • I've been force-fed gourmet jelly beans in a corporate gulfstream jet flying over the USA.
  • I've worked in an Australian steel mill.

After writing the list I found there were lots of other memories just waiting to pop into my head. I had to create a second list.

Only one of the following statements is untrue:


  • I once visited 9 US states in 12 days.
  • I've read over half of Tolkein's Lord of the Rings aloud.
  • I was once strip-searched by a Japanese customs officer.
  • I failed English in my Higher School Certificate (year 12).
  • The one time I've been hit on in a night club was by a guy.
  • I once wrote a Forth interpreter, used it to write a Z80 disassembler, then used that to hack into the bios of a Yamaha computer.
  • I got security clearance to get into the Los Alamos National Laboratories.
  • I was once delayed in customs while my colleague was questioned by an official about the legality of importing light into Australia.
  • I used to play late 60's - early 70's rock covers in a pub band.

When you look at these lists you can see what a thrill-packed exciting life I've led. Hardly a moment goes by without something really zany happening. Yeah. Right.

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