It's been another great month without posting to Advogato.
I've decided that from now on, I'll just post first thing
when I get to work.
So, there was that whole GUADEC thing in Paris
which was a ton of fun. I got to meet a lot of cool people
that I've wanted to meet for a while now. Getting back into
the states was a little less than fun...
Our office assistant, Keelyn, booked our tickets, but
wouldn't give them to us because she was afraid we would
lose them. Fair enough. She gave me mine when we arrived at
The tickets were for a "Harold Shaw".
I don't have any ID that says "Harold", the least of
which is my passport.
Funny that. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that
my name isn't Harold at all.
The lady at the US
Airways ticket counter had no problem with my story
(which concerns me a little), but the police at the Paris
airport didn't care much for my story. I should note that
some of the police were in camoflage gear with very large machine guns strapped over
Agitated, I went to the ticket counter and told the guy my
story. I thought I'd have to buy another ticket, so I made
Nat stand in line with me,
corporate card in hand. Fortunately, though, the guy at the
ticket counter hated the security people more than I, and he
was able to change my name. I made it back to my homeland.
trains, back where I grew up we had very heavily used
train tracks about 100 yards or so from my house. There were
two access roads which crossed the tracks, and they were
really just blacktop ramps that made going over the tracks
possible. We owned the roads, and until we put up a gate,
one or two cars a year on average would get stuck and
destroyed. The people driving them would be drunk and drive off the
ramp, so that at least one of their wheels would be stuck on
When we first moved into the house, we would try frantically
to get tow trucks out there to save the cars.
By the sixth year we lived in that house, we had learned our
lesson. If you got your car stuck on those tracks, get
whatever you want out of it as quickly as possible, because
that car is dead.
And in case you were wondering (and I know you weren't) how
I feel about the stuff that goes on here at Advogato, well,
I'm not going to go into it. I think the Dimwit thing was
all in good fun. Oh well. I couldn't really care less about
the whole cert thing, although if I did, I'd probably say
add another level above Master. However, people make too big
of a deal about it, and as such I've stopped certing people
anymore. We'll see how things play out.
Anyway, enough stalling. Look