September 2002 Archives

There's a new Windows worm spreading. It exploits a flaw in Outlook and Outlook Express that were patched by Microsoft on March 29, 2001. Of course you know what this means: the mass media, and the unwashed masses, will start clamoring that Microsoft doesn't care about security. There will probably be some quotes from clueless "analysts" who claim that these worms are proof of the impending end of Western civilization, too. I expect that none of this blather will point out that the patch which prevents this exploit has been out for 18 months, which is surely enough time for even the slowest user to get it and install it.

Remember, you heard it here first: if you get this worm, it's your own doggone fault. Patches don't do any good if you don't install 'em.

I can't decide whether to be pleased or irritated when the Great Grey Lady reports on Cajun culture. This article ("Born on the Bayou With Little Urge to Roam") is a great example. On the pleasing side, it paints a picture of a warm, self-sufficient, happy group of people with strong family bonds and an aversion to much of the cultural bad stuff in modern America.

On the irritating side, it perpetuates the stereotype of Cajuns as poorly educated ("Higher education, in fact, is threatening the stay-at-home stability of the entire state."), insular ("Vacherie is a stupendously static exception to the American rule of wander. With an almost total absence of population mobility..."), and racist ("Blacks and whites agree that race relations in Vacherie are stuck in a kind of 1940's time warp, with little overt racial animosity and little racial mixing.")

Me, I think I'll take the good stuff and leave the bad.

Today is the last day for Speakeasy's DSL promotion-- buy a DSL line, get a free Xbox or Playstation2.

This is an awesome deal. Where else but in America can you buy bandwidth and get a killer console game system to boot?

Here's the deal: Speakeasy is offering your choice of a brand-new, free Playstation2 or Xbox console to new subscribers. You have to buy one of their "gamer" DSL packages, which are basically indistinguishable from their SOHO and home-user packages, and you have to sign up by 9/30.

I'd already placed a DSL order with them last month. It was due to be installed on Friday. When I learned of this promotion yesterday, I called them and asked them to switch my order-- and they did! They didn't have to, but they decided to go out of their way to delight the customer-- how often does that happen?

If you're interested, go here or call 800-556-5829 and ask for Nathan at extension 336.

DISCLAIMER: if you sign up through the link above, I get $25. Do or don't, it's OK with me either way.

The only remaining problem: how is Arlene going to clean the front window after I spend the next week with my nose pressed against it, watching for the delivery truck?

I'm now a guest blogger at Sgt Stryker's Daily Blog, a military-themed blog mostly created by current and former military members. Warning: the site is what my old gunny would call a ground-combat language area. Some of the folks are pretty salty.

Last night it got down to about 47 degrees. This morning, I can't get more than a 19.2Kbps dialup connection. I don't know whether these events are related or not. Thankfully, Speakeasy tells me that my DSL should be up by week's end. I sure hope so.

Of course, the cool weather is welcome, because it's the result of a cold front that blew through and left absolutely beautiful weather in its wake. Saturday morning, we had our weekly soccer game (a 3-3 tie), then we went to Harrison Rally Days. This is an annual Perrysburg street fair that commemorates a political rally for William Henry Harrison (I think in 1806); even though P'burg had a population of only about 1,000 people, more than 25,000 people showed up for the rally. We had a great time out in the sun.

In the afternoon, the boys & I went fishing on Lake Erie with Dad & Tim; Tom caught a piece of seaweed, but he and David were so excited about the live minnows we used for bait that our lack of results didn't faze them. Last night Arlene cooked up a big pot of red beans and rice, and Dad & Tim came over for supper. The subfloor is laid in the upstairs bathroom. All is good with the world.

I just posted a review of Owen West's Sharkman Six. The summary: well worth a read.

No, I'm not talking about Iraq. However, September 19th is "Talk Like a Pirate Day". Since pirate talking has long been a Robichaux family staple, it'll be hard to tell that the 19th is any different from a regular day. Now, where'd I put that eyepatch?

Over at Salon's blogging department, Scott Rosenberg is acting surprised that the Pentagon is telling US soliders in Afghanistan to start shaving and dressing in proper uniform. The fact that Rosenberg finds this surprising surprises me. I would have thought that an American journalist would understand the process very well, and it will certainly be familiar to anyone who's ever served in the US military.

It goes like this. First, military forces do or allow something unusual (like let their special ops troops "go native" with beards and local clothing). This departure from SOP is usually for a sound tactical reason; sometimes it's a goof, but usually not. Second, the media reports on the unusual behavior. Third, the media reports come to the attention of some chair-dwelling commander, who is Outraged and Horrified and orders The Despicable Behavior to Stop at Once! This has happened so many times before (uniforms in Somalia, women's attire and the display of Christian symbols in Desert Shield, to name two off the top of my head) that it's not a surprise; this cycle is part of the reason why so many military personnel dislike the media so intensely (of course, the endemic suspicion and anti-military bias betrayed by so many journalists doesn't help, either).

There's a telling comment from the CO of the Kandahar airfield, who is quoted as saying

"An Irish guy with a beard is still an Irish guy," Col. James L. Huggins, commander of the base, said in an interview. "I don't know what they are trying to achieve." . That tends to make me think that a) he's unsympathetic and b) he doesn't understand why the policy was relaxed in the first place because c) he's a garrison CO. I hate it when that happens.

Here's a guy who's set up a site to let visitors drive him insane over the Internet. Apparently he doesn't have any small children, so he needs someone else to randomly turn things off and on, rearrange things, and generally increase the entropy level in his immediate area. Hmmm. Who else do I know who a) loves X-10 home automation, b) has no small children, and c) would do something like this? I wonder...

I just got off the phone with Ameritech. If they're not the slowest phone company in North America, they're #2 and trying hard. This time I had to call to ask where our phone books were. The answer: "oh, we'll send some out; it will take 10-15 business days." That's right: three weeks to mail me two lousy phone books. Why does it take so long? Aren't businesses all over the world supposedly re-engineering their processes to improve them?

No. Actually, they're re-engineering process to make money, either by reducing costs or improving revenue. I can't come up with a single example of a process retooling that was done solely to improve customer service or response time. I suppose that's to be expected from a business culture that values profitability over everything else, but as a consumer it's mighty frustrating.

0705: wake up to the sound of Matt talking into his baby monitor. Too bad he was speaking Ukranian.

0730: head over to Mom & Dad's with the baby and my laptop. Upgrade the firewall firmware so I can VPN to my mail server.

0815: breakfast with David, Matthew, and Arlene. Atypically, Tom was still asleep.

0845: start cleaning the garage. Today's mission: clean up enough so that the cars can be parked inside.

Last night, we marked the one-week anniversary of our move-in by having our first homecooked meal in the new house. That was courtesy of our new stove, which finally arrived yesterday morning. Roast, rice and gravy, corn, and French bread-- good stuff.

Almost everything is unpacked. My office area now has electricity, thanks to the efforts of my dad and brother. The radon mitigation system is installed, all of the phone jacks work, there's wireless upstairs, and the kitchen is mostly functional. We ordered the new countertops; David's had his first soccer practice, and we've met most of our nearby neighbors.

The only major fly in the ointment is the roof. It leaks, which we knew. It doesn't have any felt under the shingles, though, which we didn't know. Somehow the seller kinda forgot to tell us. The lack of felt isn't causing the leaks, but if felt were present it would be helping to stop them. In Perrysburg, if you don't have felt under the shingles, your roof doesn't meet the building code. We're pursuing our options with the seller to find out whether we can get him to pay, or whether we'll have to (yuck) get a lawyer.

It's been a busy, busy week. The trucks are unloaded; we've been to our first official church meetings as members of the Perrysburg ward, and our house is slowly but surely taking on the character of a home. Today I'm trying to catch up on email and blog entries (I'll backdate them, so be sure to look over the last few days of August). I've also promised to hang a new shower door in the master bath, and Tim and I are going to install some upstairs ceiling fans in the bedrooms. Tomorrow, it's back to my normal writing schedule.