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Off to Orlando

Headed off to Orlando tomorrow for a little mini-vacation. We’re going to drive down there, so it should be an interesting road trip. We’re going to hit SeaWorld, Kennedy Space Center, Cirque du Soleil Nouba, and hang out at and Universal Studios Orlando.

Should be fun.

While I’m gone, I probably won’t be blogging, and I’ll be turning commenting off. Since upgrading to 3.0D, spam’s been a bit of a problem lately without MTBlacklist to filter things out. So rather than come back and have to delete several hundred spam comments, I’m just going to turn it off. I’ll turn it back on when I come back.

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Reason #53 to own a large boat or sailboat

So that you can bring morning rush hour traffic to a complete standstill for 15 minutes while the drawbridge is raised and lowered so you can get one with your boating day.

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e-Everything

I was just watching Kitchen of the Future on the Food Network.

Connected refrigerators that know what’s in your fridge with RFID-tagged foods. The stove that you can control with your cell phone. The steam iron that tells you if it’s on, or that it’s still hot.

So now our e-fridge can tell us if we have any e-cookie dough to e-bake in our e-oven and then later e-eat. And we can do this all with our e-cellphone (mostly).

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MT-Blacklist Wishlist

In Your MT-Blacklist Wish List, Jay asks what should go into the next version of MT-Blacklist.

Here is what I’d like to see:

  • Blacklist entry editing. Sometimes I make a mistake entering one of my own entries, and the only way to fix it is to delete the old one and add a new entry.
  • Integration with comments and comment moderation (MT 3). Something like a button that says “This is spam” and would add the entry into Blacklist.
  • How about storing the blacklist entries in a a database table? It might slow down the blacklist though

Although not plugin related, another thing I’d like to see is the format of the Latest 100 changes changed to something that could just be copy/pasted into the blacklist. Then I wouldn’t have to grab the master blacklist file all the time and have it tell me that most of the entries are already in the blacklist.

That’s all I can think of at the moment. If I come up with more, I’ll add them in.

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Origins: The MERK Chapter House

It all begain in 1994. I was tired of living on my own in a dingy little basement apartment. Geezus was looking to move out of his parents’ house and so was Oreo. So it was just natural for the three of us to get an apartment together. So we began the hunt for a reasonably priced 3 bedroom apartment near the campus area…two mutually exclusive criteria.

After much looking and checking out many apartments, we finally found one, a good sized 3 bedroom 2nd floor apartment for about $650/month. It was a fantastic location. A nice 15 minute walk to campus, and staggering distance to Whyte Ave and the Purple Onion. Close to the Farmer’s Market, and we had the Fringe Festival practically in our back yard.

The MERK Chapter House, as our apartment later became known, quickly turned into the launching point and crash pad for many nights of carousing. It was a gathering place for Hooligans all over.

The collection of empty Coke cans in the corner became legendary, and proceeds from the returns funded purchases of even more cases of Coke, plus the occasional bottle of Crown (to mix with the Coke).

Eventually, the Chapter House became decorated with the spoils of our drunken wanderings. A life sized cardboard cutout of Darth Vader (obtained as a surprise after purchasing the Star Wars VHS boxed set) sat in one corner along with my bike and indoor trainer. Nobody remembers (or is willing to admit) where the street sign hanging on the wall came from. Empty bottles of Crown Royal lining the tops of the kitchen cabinets. The sandwich board sign from the Black Dog mysteriously appeared in our living room one day.

Life at the Chapter House was good, life was fun and care free and became the source of many memories. Walking into the living room to discover a naked girl prancing about. Coming home from school to discover a happening party and no signs of the roomies around. Staggering home from nights spent at the Purple Onion. Pizzas at the Funky Pickle. Drunken Hooligans scattered about the living room from the previous night. Black Creature spewing all over Oreo’s futon. Geezus making a ritual sacrifice to Hoo over the porcelain altar. And who could forget the massive clumps of hair from Geezus’ brush scattered about the bathroom looking like dead rodents.

Sadly, after about two years, the Chapter House was forced to close. I got a job in Detroit, and Oreo moved to North Carolina to work.

Those were fun days living in that apartment.