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. Yeah, right.
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 airport.
My heart stopped.
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 their shoulders.
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.
Speaking of 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 the rail.
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 busy.