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.
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.
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.
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.)
So, I went to Ottawa on Wednesday, for Danielle's birthday and general mayhem. Mayhem did indeed ensue, and it would appear that some people's children are blaming me. I'll admit that I was a little tipsy at the time, but I'm having a very hard time conjuring up a memory of either of those folks telling me to stop ordering drinks.
As amazed as phil was by my ability to get moving in the (barely) morning, I was stunned to discover that girl was already long gone by the time I woke up. (Which is to say that she had vacated the other bedroom, you sick little monkeys.) She's a better man than I, or something.
Got to Montreal around 3pm, to find the office in a relative shambles as people prepared to move to the new place. Retreated to my hotel for a bath, some P. J. O'Rourke and then real, actual work. Dinner with Adam at ``Lele da Cuca'', a nice little Brazilian/Mexican place on Mary-Anne just east of St-Laurent, was good, and so was the sleep that followed. 10 hours later, I'm a new man, but the office is still a shambles.
We're all getting kicked out of Mothership in the afternoon, so I guess I'm not getting much done today, either. (Actually, I do have an interview and a handful of planning meetings, but I haven't really adjusted to the attitude that meetings can be productive and useful.) Maybe finding an apartment? People in Waterloo should go see mang talk about Mozilla, and visit our booth at the career fair: the career you save could be your own.
Update: I am a ``moderately sub-par husband'' today, according to my moderately above-par wife. Something about not wanting to wait an unbounded amount of time for a piece of pork to be cooked to an indeterminate level of doneness. I'll keep you posted.
Dad arrived at 0800 to take Tyla, Steph and I to visit with the grandparents. Aunt Jill and Uncle Bill showed up too, which was nice. A pleasant morning, all in all, though I was yet again reminded of The Press Event. I keep telling myself that it'll seem less surreal as time passes, but current trends are not promising. I really wish I managed to spend more time with my family. Hrm.
Spent Wednesday to Saturday on one of those trips to Montréal. One month in, and I'm still dazzled by the sheer coolness of the company, and people, and technology, and...you get the idea. A few smart friends were in town to visit, and that was much fun. (I can't tell you who they are until they come to their senses and join the company. Only a matter of time, I hope.) It's always nice to see smart people agree with me about how cool Zero-Knowledge is, since it makes me more confident that I haven't been high for two months or something.
Travel is tiring. I need to find a place in Montréal, so that I can at least stop having to ship clothes around. (I left my cell-phone charger in Montréal, too. Being dumb is tiring.) It would be nice if it was possible to spend some time in Montréal without smelling like an ashtray afterwards. Maybe I should just start smoking cigars or a pipe. As long as tobacco smoke is going to kill me, it might as well be my own.
On Friday, DoubleClick caved and said it would delay plans to correlate online activity with ``real life'' identities. Definitely a positive move, but lingering doubts remain. It's not that profiling is inherently evil -- blinded demographic data or pseudonymous, partitioned-identity systems could arguably be more powerful -- but it's easy to see how people are getting that impression. Someday, DoubleClick will thank us for making them grow up and protect the rights of their users. Someday.
(It really doesn't make me feel much better to read things like this from the attorneys who might well be suing to improve DoubleClick's privacy policies:
Policy is obviously necessary, but it's also obviously not sufficient.)
Granholm continued to level criticism the company failed to disclose to Internet users it is ``systematically implanting'' electronic files on the hard drives of users' computers - known as ``cookies'' in tech parlance - without their knowledge or consent.
We're going to be moving into the righteous new offices next week, if all goes according to plan. Well, Development won't move for a while, but it's still major progress. I'm looking forward to actually having a desk, so that I can stop squatting in Austin's office.
I'll try to enter here more frequently, to keep Some People's Children happy.
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