Older blog entries for shaver (starting at number 12)

Conversation with ramiro reminded me of this, which still makes me laugh.

Ramiro is truly awesome. I feel the need to share these gems with the world as well, lest they be lost to the Netscape Document Retention Policy, or something:

Linux is like Christianity. The leaders are cool people, but the followers can be deadly.

THE LAW OF LINUX SUPPORT: THE MOST IMPORTANT THING YOU CAN DO IS LEARN WHICH 99% OF THE "COMMUNITY" TO IGNORE.

Have to go get ready for dinner now, I think.

Back from Montreal, and I brought a cold with me. Damn.

We found a gorgeous apartment near the Georges-Vanier métro station, and apparently all the paperwork is now in order, so yay. We'll probably move in early June. It's enormous, and beautiful, and I can't wait to move in. I will miss Toronto dearly, but commuting like this sucks in no small way.

My ISP kicks ass. They're going to solve my MTU-DSL problems for me, at some cost to themselves. I am supremely pleased that I can get DSL service from them in Montreal, as well.

I'm glad mathieu enjoyed our XPCOM/xptcall/Bonobo/CORBA discussion as much as I did. Some points of clarification, though:

• typelibs and the IR are not suitable for comparison. typelibs are an on-disk storage format for interface information, and the IR is a service that permits applications to query for such information. I dimly recall, from our conversation, that mathieu really objects to IDispatch, which is the primary (only?) consumer of COM typelib info in the Microsoft COM world. I agree with his stance: IDispatch is abhorrent, if only because it's stub-based. =)
• It then follows that you can build an IR service, which uses typelibs to store interface data. We do that, basically, in XPCOM, and we call it nsIInterfaceInfoManager. In fact, the implementation of nsIInterfaceInfoManager doesn't even grovel in typelibs directly: it's isolated from the typelib files by the libxpt layer.

A little while back, graydon and I discussed wedging an xptcall-like-thing into ORBit, and blizzard thinks that it wouldn't be too hard to write a CORBA-connecting analogue to XPConnect. We already use the xptcall stuff for proxying between threads, so there's some non-JS marshalling stuff in there to work from. How hard can IIOP be?

Also: Go Leafs.

Back in Montreal. Tyla arrives shortly.

I sent the document out today, and it was well received. We're starting down our open source path, though I can't really say more until we get our plans sorted out in detail. It's going to be a heck of a lot of fun. We're going to need great people to help manage it, of course, so I get to go play recruiter for another few weeks.

Hey, Tyla has arrived.

Sent my O'Reilly thing in yesterday, too. Or did I? It's not in my sent folder, and there's a core file in my home directory that claims to have been ``netscape'' -- not the panel or gmc, yay! -- so I'm not so sure it got out. I was in a bit of a rush on the way out last night, so I don't clearly recall shutting down. I'll be pissed if I have to rewrite it, mainly because I should have just engaged my brain and done it in emacs first. First, though, I'll pray and mail marcia.

Off to dinner and merriment with zab and Tyla and Jenn and willy. More work later, possibly.

I cannot be trusted with the simplest of tasks. Like, say, laundry.

Today is, so far, a writeoff. Still apparently on PDT, I slept through my alarm and then only got up when the Bell guy showed up at 11. Bell guy's visit didn't go well, and I'm still too utterly pissed off to want to recount the tale. It's really not his fault, but at times I had difficulty keeping that clear in my head.

Apparently I have a conference call at 15h00, so I'll have to take that before I go to Montreal. Which puts me on the 17h00 plane, which puts me in Montreal at 18h30, which should, hopefully, please, please, please put me at Globe by 19h30. (Note clever use of Québec-style time syntax. I'm so bicultural it hurts.)

Then back to the office after dinner, to get some work done. I've had this document sitting on my disk in jot form for 5 days now, and it's not doing anyone any good there.

I still need a hotel, but how hard can that be? As long as Bell's not involved, it should be right groovy.

Have to submit my talk description for the 2000 O'Reilly Open Source Software Convention today too, or Mitchell will (rightly) kick my ass. July is shaping up to be a busy month, what with two weddings and two conference gigs in the space of the last 15 days.

CFP was fun, at least the parts I saw of it. Got my business cards at the party, and they're pretty. Mildly inaccurate, but nothing fatal -- should only foil the casual caller, since while the direct number listed is fictional, calling the main number will eventually get you to me. And do I really want to talk to a casual caller?

Back from the party and the Developer Meeting, both of which were lots of fun. People are doing cooler stuff with Mozilla than I had imagined. (And I'm a pretty good imaginer.) I was unpleasantly surprised to discover that I couldn't use my upgrade certs on the wacky L-class fare that I had SFO<->YYZ. Even more unpleasantly surprised than when I realized I needed 2 certs each way. Coach sucks for long trips, but I got a bulkhead seat on the way out, and an exit row seat on the way back. My back has just about stopped aching.

The Hyatt Regency is a pretty nice hotel, but their ``any airline'' bonus-miles thing apparently doesn't include my program of choice, affiliated with United or not. The Hyatt just down the road was pretty nice too, according to blizzard, and a little cheaper to boot.

zab moved to Montreal the other week. I guess I'll see him tonight, unless I put off my trip to tomorrow. I'm still on PDT, it seems, which got me off to a late start today. Having trouble getting to my mail right now, though, so maybe I should just hop on a plane and get onto the network ASAP. Decisions, decisions.

Hope we find an apartment as nice as dria's or zab's. I have hope: Ron is really good.

Came back to discover that I've been getting a fair bit of fax spam. I should really find out if it's as illegal here as I think it is. Some of it is coming to the office voice line, which is just absurd. Are they war dialing? How do they know that there's a fax machine on that? Does Bell let them see that it shares a line with the ident-a-call for my fax? Mysteries abound.

Bell is still doing a miserable job of installing the home<->DSLAM part of my DSL service. My ISP has been supportive, but their hands are largely tied: when Bell wants to fuck you, fuck you they will. I should write more about the saga at some point.

I have not been involved in any ``gender debates'' of late, but I've been away from home for a while.

More later, I guess.

It's been a while, hasn't it? What can I say, I'm a slacker.

Went to Ottawa for the weekend, and that was lots of fun. he and she and he have good accounts of it, so I won't bore you.

Started to feel ill at dinner yesterday, so I went home and lay down. Decided not to go to the Matrix-on-IMAX-screen thing, even though justin and ajh came all the way from Ottawa to see it. Then I decided to go anyway, because it's just sitting still for two hours, right? Right.

Didn't feel much better after I got back, and felt decidedly worse this morning. Cancelled my hotel reservation, because I'm not going to Montreal today, no way, no how.

I'm going to go lie down.

Back in Toronto, and I Must Do Laundry. Apparently, my body really missed my bed, because it took to the idea of back-home sleep like a sonofabitch. 10.5 hours, whee.

Chris and Shona came by to watch X-Files last night. Not a bad episode, as they go, though Scully's cleavage made more frequent and vivid appearance than was perhaps strictly necessary.

I want to buy a Handspring Visor, but the nasty people at Handspring aren't shipping to Canada yet. Spring 2000, they say, and I am naive enough to believe them. I will resist the urge to ring them up and inform them that today is, in fact, the first day of spring.

So far, not getting a whole lot done today. Not quite sure where the time has gone -- some of it to laptop+VPN+network travails -- but it looks like it'll be a late night tonight. Or maybe I should just stall until the nice people at Velocet set up my DSL on Thursday. (Yay!)

Steph appears to have chosen a dandy time to go do her modelling thing in Taipei, what with the spirited rioting and threats from The Least Balanced Nuclear Power and all. We're obviously keeping a close eye on that little hotspot.

Yes, zab, I remember that I have a diary.

In Montreal still (since the 9th, I think). The original better-living-through-martini-shakers party crew didn't show last weekend, but Zach and Jen and Tyla did, and that was fun. Zach found a place, and it's quite a nice place. Now Tyla and I have to do the same.

(Yes, Zach is the Smart Person mentioned below. Progress on the other one in question continues apace.)

The PR people convinced me to do another interview, this time for Upsi de. Went pretty well, though Mr. Williams seems to have melded Ian Goldberg (our Chief Scientist) and myself (Chief Software Officer) into one "Chief Science Officer". Some people here are a little frightened by that thought, and I can't quite understand why.

Looks like I'll be at mozilla. party 3.0 on the 6th, and speaking at the Alphanumerica Mozilla developer gathering the next day. Come one, come all.

Before that, of course, Zero-Knowledge is hosting a party for CFP 2000, on the 4th. If you're a CFP attendee, look for details at the conference; we throw good parties.

Update on the previously mentioned Smart People I'm trying to lure into low-shaver-orbit at Zero-Knowledge: one has now Signed On, though I still can't tell you who, and the other is looking very promising. (Oh, and we got graydon, who is also Smart People, but who wasn't there on that particular weekend.) A friend of mine is starting to call me The Great Sucking Sound Of The North. I think I'm flattered, or something.

In other news, someone is writing things about fantasy ads involving both my sister and the phrase ``fabulous sex''. I'll try and adjust to that, over the next few decades.

Looks like the party crew from Wednesday is going to come hang out in Montreal this weekend, and help Tyla and I find an apartment and stuff. Whee!

(It's a shame I can't buy a spare liver on eBay.)