I've just now realized that I've been blogging for five years plus a smidge. So, this seems like an opportune time to look back over the two-hundred-and-then-some posts and update any stale announcements and also see whether any of my predictions have come to pass.
Apache and the case of the spurious permission snafu was hands-down the least interesting thing I've ever written on-line, and yet the problem it discusses keeps cropping up: as recently as a month ago on my new Mac desktop when I set up a local webserver.
Only slightly more interesting, but responsible for an astounding percentage of traffic to my blog, were these unnotable entries: The letter L. How do you spell that?, How do you spell Queue?, Here’s your damned Yukon Blackout Map Mashup., How to convert a website’s content into simple text files. (by far the biggest hit), The Making of a Simile., and I must confess that I can only follow the diagrammed steps to the Time Warp… (mainly from folks searching for Riff Raff).
My hot-and-cold relationship with Yukon College is cold at the moment, but scheduled to re-heat come September. I think it's safe to say that the College will never, ever attempt to hire me again for a full-time or permanent position, and that's okay by me: Back to work at school. Breaking a half of two rules., For the first time in many a year, tomorrow is not a school day., No, seriously. BIG-TIME IT contracting opportunities at the College., Perspective Shift, and Manager no more.
In the Burying The Lede category, I announced my marriage ninth on the list after eggrolls and meatballs.
I am still soapless after a year and a half with no apparent harm to anyone but Procter & Gamble.
Ye olde safety razor is a pleasure to use and I spend maybe a quarter of what I used to on blades.
The Dyson vacuum is really amazing. It picks up everything and only needs a filter wash every few months. It's too big to roll under most furniture, and the attachment hose is downright cranky, but otherwise it's a shinbone happystance glazierino, pappy. (I'm fresh out of superlatives.)
See you in five years, ere the Eon of Robotic Hegemony and the 3.1th Coming of the CyberChrist.