I had what was, at least to me, a really funny idea today.

I was reading (e:lilho)'s journal, and she used the world blo as the shortened form of Buffalo (a la b-lo, etc). And this got me to thinking. What common, household words start with blo? For this exercise, I'll sound out the first several individual letters of the word and then repeat the completed word in it's entirety, as done in the ancient times of Electric Company.

Add a 'a', and you have

b-l-o bloat "Buffalo bloats"

Add a 'b', and you have

b-l-o blob "Buffalo blobs"

Add an 'n', and you have

b-l-o blonde "Buffalo blondes"

And so the exercise continued, adding additional letter to b-l-o, and then adding additional letters to that. This seems like a long, drawn out process, but with my strange way of thinking it usually happens automatically and happens within milliseconds, so I don't pay it much mind. I think that the experts term this phenomena dyslexia.

And so the process continued, finding new letters to use for the "buffalo" abbreviation. Until I got to 'j', and then I had a good laugh. "Well, I guess you can't really create a Buffalo job website with that, now can you? The domain name must have been taken at the very start of the Internet" I said to myself.

Well, actually...it is available--only .com is taken.

So, the really knee slappingly funny (at least to me) idea I had today to create a community run Buffalo job website called blojobs.org and actually try run it was a legimate job-searching website where everyone involved in creating it would act completely ignorant of the fact that the name of their site implied anything beyond searching for jobs in Buffalo. Real employers would actually post jobs on there and real people looking for jobs could actually use the website for that purpose. And because it would actually be something legitimate with some actual value to the community, you couldn't immediately have it instantly written off as obscenity. Especially if it was a success.

The funniest part about this whole scheme would be the look on people's faces as they would pass a blojobs.org promotional table at one random generic summer festival, or see some ad in local paper or on the TV (if it could be sneaked past censors) or even better, to see the priceless look on a HR representitves face when they'd be handed a business card.

It sounds like immature, bathroom humor only a 10-year-old would find amusing. It's just that the way I picture it in my mind, it just seems so incredibly worthwhile. Well. onto the next stupid thought!

Apparently they're having another BarCamp in Rochester this year. I didn't make it last year for whatever stupid reason I can't remember so I really want to go this year. One of the things I really miss about Triangle is all the techie user groups and conferences and it would be nice to get a quick fix.

It's a shame, though, that Buffalo can't have these kinds of things. It would be nice to save some gas money instead of driving to Rochester.

(e:metalpeters) comment on (e:jenks,39076) reminded me of something I had thought up a few years back.

Pop psychologist Dr. John Gray wrote a book called "Men are from Mars, women are from Venus". I've found a more fitting analogy.

Women all tell you they want to date Luke Skywalker, when in fact the person they really want to hook up with Han Solo, though they usually end up dating Darth Vader.

And there you have it, 99% of all modern romance explained by Star Wars.

In other words, there's what women say and there's what women do/mean, and what women and what they do/mean are actually two very different kinds of beasts. I think that my life would have been so much easier if at the beginning of high school someone had told me that despite what all the girls were saying, being Luke Skywalker was an absolutely terrible idea.

My first date site flirt.
Though it goes unrequited,
I'm proud I sent it.

Weekly goals unmet:

Getting to sleep earlier during weeknights. I paid for it yesterday, as I had wanted to go to Diablo for 80's night but had to pass as I was on the verge of coming down with something and needed to opt for sleep instead, passing out on my couch ~ 9:45PM. Last weekend when I had attend to lots of non-fun chores, I told myself that I'd make it up to myself this weekend. Well, I blew it during this week and as most fun things in Buffalo seem to happen on fridays, I've shot myself in the foot. I'll try to turn this negative into a positive, and take it as an example of why I need to save up my good health on the weekdays to spend on the weekends.

So next week, when it's 11:30 at night and I'm currently in the process of teaching myself Ruby on Rails while simulataneously using wikipedia to figure out the correlation between the ages of major impact craters and mass extinctions while simultaneously seeing if I have any new Myspace messages while simultaneously trying to figure out whether the cute girl from Colden on the internet dating site would really be interested in me, I will be able to use what I learned this weekend to put everything down and turn in early.


Weekly goals met:

I managed to go a whole week eating a healthy lunch at work instead of going for fast food on my break. For five consecutive days, I ate a peanut butter sandwich with natural (i.e. less sugar) peanut butter on whole wheat bread and had a crisp braeburn apple for dessert. This whole thing started both as me trying to get better about regularizing my life as well as my doctor's insistance that triglycerides (aka "The Family Curse" aka "Cholesterol Death by Jolly Rancher" ) needed to go way down. I actually followed this same basic lunch pattern in high school and reaped all of the health benefits from it then, but I fell out of the habit in college via freshman 15. My haiku yesterday was about my biggest challenge yet: having to sit in my cubicle and stay good while I had to smell my coworkers indulging in their take-out. I prevailed, so yay me!

They order chinese.
Though Moo goo gai pan's tasty
I'll hold like a wall.

When I finish my long "stop estrip from crashing on Safari" journey, I'll probably write a long post about it with all the stupid details. But for the time being, I'll probably use this journal to keep track of how far long I am.

Step 1 Summary

Yesterday, I fired up my powerbook in a fresh reboot and ran only Safari with e-strip loaded on it without having visited any prior sites. I left the machine to sit there idly the entire day I was at work. When I came home and turned on the monitor, I see a crash dialog.

From this experiment, I can most likely conclude that there's nothing special I have to do, such as being in the middle of a post or writing a comment, for Safari to crash on (e:strip). And this is great, which means that there's a lot less slightly different iterations of things I'm going to have to test to get the crashes to happen.

Step 2 will being fashioning a simple, estrip only web browser with webkit, the underpinnings of Safari, and that browser to estrip and leaving it and seeing if it crashes. If it doesn't crash, then that likely means there's some problem with the Safari executable itself and the webkit libraries it uses are okay, although I think that is pretty unlikely.

Another message of interest from an admirer of the silicon variety, this time from match.com

"Here it is possible to write everyone about yourself much, but I think the person it is possible to learn well only then when you will communicate to him some time!"

She looks like Jennifer Aniston but she talks like Borat. I'd have thought the Russian hackers would have spent the extra ruples for some content that almost resembles passable english. If I got a message titled "I need big strong man to pull plow" I could at least give them a few brownie points for humor.

To expand on (e:metalpeter)'s theme of the day...

If she likes homemade mojitos
And gettin' caught in the rain
If she roots for the Sabres
But is okay with the 'Canes
If she likes Saturday lunches, at the India Gate
Then she's likely the woman that I'd probably date.

Just random pieces of doggerel floating through my mind. Move along, nothing to see here...

My old college bud (e:lizabeth) suggested I change my Myspace user picture to one of her suggestion since she thought the current one was hideous. I heeded her advince, and today I received a myspace message from some interested girl, or at least someone purporting to be female (I'll give (e:lizabeth) 10 secs to gloat and tell me "I told you it needed changing" before I go on...one..two..three) Here's the basic gist of the message.

"Hey sexy!

I saw you on myspace in the men's section....blah blah blah...

blah-blah-blah...Long walks on the beach..blah-blah-blah..I'm honest, funnier than Jerry Seinfeld...blah-blah-blah...piña coladas and getting caught in the rain...blah-blah-blah...I'm attractive, spunky...blah-blah-blah...on the rebound after serious relationship...blah-blah-blah...I don't have a myspace account and I'm just using a friend's, so instead e-mail me at random_email@whatever.com

I'll be checking for your nice message!"

Now, I would never look a gift horse in the mouth, and I think I'm at enough time after my breakup that I'd like to start dating other people again. And it would be such an ego boost if a simple picture change were to cause such a sea change. I want to believe, I reallly do. However...

This myspace message seems a bit fishy. Having done the whole match.com thing (which (e:vincent) told me would be a waste of money and he was pretty much right), most of the people mailing me out of the blue were women (at least purporting to be women) in russia who sent overly flattering messages that were so obviously some kind of spam scam. And in those telltale spam messages, there was always the same "cut through all the red tape and e-mail me immediately" reqeusts (can we say e-mail address harvesting?). While the message I received today did actually originate (supposedly) from the account of a myspace user who supposedly lived in Buffalo (whose picture was pretty hot, if it was an actual person), who in the heck actually uses their hot friend's myspace account to message other people? Wouldn't it have made more sense to get their own account? And more importantly, English-speakers' e-mail usually does not refer to a responding message as a "nice message". It almost sounds like a phrase adapted from some foreign language where the use of the world "nice" would be less tacky.

I don't want to be embarrased enough to actual fall for a scam. We've all had the one first time where we encountered our first phishing message, where we nearly gave our credit card to someone who wasn't eBay. I surmounted that point long ago and I'm adequately jaded by ten years of using the Internet. However, at the same time I'm embarrased to seemingly look like I'm not an optimist. Could friends of hot Buffalo myspace chicks actually throw themselves at me? Sure, why not! What's wrong with that?

I guess I'll do what I do best--pocrastinate. Usually anyone who spams myspace gets their account deactivated within several days of me getting the message. If the account's still there is several days, I'll pursue this matter a little more closely.