<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943</id><updated>2012-05-20T23:14:46.259-07:00</updated><category term='Lavendersheep'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Linux'/><category term='Annoyances'/><category term='Photos'/><category term='Geek'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Lisp'/><category term='work'/><category term='gaming'/><category term='Programming'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>The Dignified Pen</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing is hard, let's start a blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-2999171183572933889</id><published>2012-03-25T13:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T13:36:07.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm glad I don't have a daughter"</title><content type='html'>Its a phrase I've come to hate, from fathers of boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically the exchange starts with "I'm so glad I only have sons", or "I am glad I don't have a daughter", and invariably ending with one of the following (so far, that I've heard):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because I only have to worry about one penis, not billions of them."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because I know what teenage boys are like -- I was one."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Because I don't have to worry about my son(s) getting pregnant."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate this attitude because I feel it tells boys that they are lucky, more special than women, simply because they don't have to worry about getting pregnant. That they can have sex, with no repercussions. That its a woman's fault if she gets pregnant. As if a guy has no involvement in the act whatsoever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grow up. There is no free pass just because your son has a penis and can't carry a child for nine months. I will encourage my daughter to stay away from men like this, because they have the potential to inflict more harm than just a pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Expect more out of your boys. I certainly do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-2999171183572933889?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/2999171183572933889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/03/im-glad-i-dont-have-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/2999171183572933889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/2999171183572933889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/03/im-glad-i-dont-have-daughter.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m glad I don&apos;t have a daughter&quot;'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-41120349056117686</id><published>2012-02-26T22:01:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T22:01:33.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the hate?</title><content type='html'>Are you concerned abou the apparent increase in hate against women's groups and organizations -- or women in general? Groups such as Planned Parenthood, Girl Scouts of America, or simply a person's right to contraception?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am concerned. I do not understand why folks feel such a strong desire to control other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-41120349056117686?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/41120349056117686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/02/why-hate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/41120349056117686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/41120349056117686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/02/why-hate.html' title='Why the hate?'/><author><name>Blair Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5041782391140518406</id><published>2012-01-28T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T15:15:00.871-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><title type='text'>Keyboards, revisited (Geek out time)</title><content type='html'>A couple of years ago, I &lt;a href="http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/mmmmm-keyboard.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; that I had purchased a Microsoft Natural Ergonomic Keyboard 4000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to update with other keyboards I've tried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pckeyboards.stores.yahoo.net/en104bl.html"&gt;Unicomp SpaceSaver PC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These are built at the Kentucky plant that used to make IBM Model M and later Lexmark Model M keyboards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is a smaller model, compared to the original Model M molds, but uses the same buckling spring switch design as the Model M keyboards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Model_M_keyboard"&gt;IBM Model M&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One purchased for $0.75 at a thrift store&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another purchased new in box, manufactured in Mexico&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The classic buckling spring design&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realforce 55g keyboards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;These use a thick membrane (compared to your normal membrane keyboard), a spring, and capacitance to drive the switch mechanism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very quiet, and (in my opinion) wonderful to type on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have tried both the &lt;a href="http://elitekeyboards.com/products.php?sub=topre_keyboards,realforce&amp;amp;pid=rf_se02c0"&gt;103 key&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://elitekeyboards.com/products.php?sub=topre_keyboards,rftenkeyless&amp;amp;pid=rf_se1800"&gt;87 key&lt;/a&gt; versions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;55g refers to the force required to press the keys -- in this case, the keys require uniform force to actuate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I originally purchased the Microsoft keyboard in an attempt to reduce wrist pain I was had while typing. Later, I discovered that the pain was caused in large part by how I used my hands to operate a mouse, a trackpoint, or a trackpad. Moving just from the wrist, instead of whole arm movements, caused wrist pain. Keyboard choice, wrist movement was taken care of, had a small affect, but did change depending on switch type. (For me -- this is different for each person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, most keyboards are membrane switch keyboards. These are cheaper to manufacture, and are great for the toss it and forget it mentality when they break. Unfortunately, the force required to operate such a keyboard is low, until the key clashes as it bottoms out, and finally activates. It would be like pounding the heel of your foot into concrete repeatedly, instead of letting your foot act like a spring to gently take the blow of landing on the ground. Your fingers can take a beating operating a membrane switch computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Microsoft keyboard uses that same, very popular, switch design. Unless you know where to look, or what to look for, that is what most of your keyboards are going to use (and, I imagine, a great profit margin for the manufacturers for keyboards that cost a premium, but are very, very cheap to produce). So changing to the Microsoft keyboard did not provide much relief, and could&amp;nbsp;aggravate&amp;nbsp;wrist pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is where the new keyboards above came into play, and I played with some different key switch designs. The Model M and Unicomp keyboards both utilize a buckling spring design. The force applied in these cause a spring to compress, and eventually buckle, activating the switch. The benefit of this design (and most mechanical switches) is that you can feel the actuation before you bottom out. This gives you an opportunity to slow down and let off, before bottoming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked them while I tried the Model M and Unicomp keyboards. They were my first mechanical keyboards, and great in part because they make a nice racket, and they can have a nice, crisp, feel as the switches activate. I have to admit that I think that the Unicomp keyboards feel a little "mushy" compared to the Model Ms, but I don't think that you will notice it when you use either keyboard for a decent amount of time. That said, finding a good Model M can be hard, as they are typically used, and overall the Unicomp keyboards are just as good, as they are made in the same plant as the Model M keyboards. Unicomp's customer service was great when I had to send a keyboard back for a malfunctioning '~' key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsides to buckling spring keyboard include, when coming from a membrane type keyboard, your hands will tire fairly quickly, and they can be very noisy. Give using one some time and your hands will become stronger, and it won't remain a problem for long. Unfortunately the noise doesn't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Realforce keyboards are interesting, because they are a membrane switch, but the membrane doesn't activate the key switch in the same way that your typical keyboard works, and the membrane is thicker and more resilient. The keyboard uses a spring inside the membrane, which causes a change in&amp;nbsp;capacitance&amp;nbsp;between two small points under the switch, which then registers a key press. They also feel very different compared to a buckling spring keyboard, and don't feel much like a typical membrane keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of how the keys work is that you have a fairly smooth resistance as you press the keys. I think they're buttery smooth to type on, in large part because the resistance is so smooth, and because they don't bottom out quite the same as a typical membrane keyboard. Its like you get a nice gentle landing as you press the key to the bottom of its full movement. They also have the benefit that you can feel when they activate, before you bottom out, so that you don't have to crash all the way to the keyboard bottom -- you can let up once you've registered a key press.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've settled on using the 87 key Realforce keyboard at work, because I didn't want to keep driving my coworkers crazy, and because it is a very, very nice keyboard to type on. I also don't miss the ten key, which means less movement toward the mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downside to all of this is that I have a lot of keyboards, that may never break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5041782391140518406?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5041782391140518406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/keyboards-revisited-geek-out-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5041782391140518406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5041782391140518406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/keyboards-revisited-geek-out-time.html' title='Keyboards, revisited (Geek out time)'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-6788452204704034040</id><published>2012-01-26T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:44:14.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming back</title><content type='html'>I am importing the few posts I had in a WordPress blog I've had kicking around the last couple of years. I hope it sensibly imports, but being that I had to use a converter, I expect something to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't maintain two blogs; one is hard enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-6788452204704034040?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/6788452204704034040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/coming-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6788452204704034040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6788452204704034040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/coming-back.html' title='Coming back'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-3664598901012547196</id><published>2012-01-23T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:24:22.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing an old account, playing with a new</title><content type='html'>In setting up and playing with a new Google Apps account, I discovered a new Blogger UI (I'm way behind the times, I'm sure). Anyhow, came back here to see if I could enable it, and sure enough, I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it (the new UI).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-3664598901012547196?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/3664598901012547196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/testing-old-account-playing-with-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/3664598901012547196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/3664598901012547196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2012/01/testing-old-account-playing-with-new.html' title='Testing an old account, playing with a new'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5168862877918438515</id><published>2011-03-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:31:03.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Dear Son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't remember this last year, or the next several. I hope, in any case, that I end up leaving an indelible mark upon you. I hope that you grow into a more confident man than I have yet become, self-assured, and full of the knowledge that your family supports you. I hope that my hugs today will give you strength for tomorrow. I hope that, ultimately, you know that you are loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to provide some mark, some means, for you to recall this time. I am not sure that I can offer much -- I can write about how you've grown (a lot -- you certainly seem to learn fast, and you get taller by the day), or how you already depend less and less on me (to a degree -- I want you to depend on me as much as you need to, as long as I am here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that the best thing that I can provide I already do daily. And so, when you are older, and today is forgotten and tomorrow is but a faint memory hiding behind mists of time, I hope that you catch glimpses of us together, me holding you up and holding you close, and know what it means to be my son, and hopefully the responsibility and fun that is being a dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy belated birthday, you mean the world to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5168862877918438515?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5168862877918438515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5168862877918438515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5168862877918438515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5962976405555494038</id><published>2010-12-04T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:31:33.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeplessness</title><content type='html'>I am tired. I should be asleep, its way too early in the morning. The wind blowing outside kind of puts me off, I don't like it. I feel alone. And it makes the house cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unhappy with the cartoon profile pic for child abuse meme on FaceBook -- but my wife thinks its probably because I read something on Reddit that pointed out how stupid it is. She is probably right. Before the article, I thought it was silly, because I think most memes on&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strike&gt;FaceBook&lt;br /&gt;the internet are silly. I do wish that people would take the issue seriously, though. Cartoons won't heal the wounds many children have from their elders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Christmas tree today. We haven't put it up yet. After getting my in-law's tree off their jeep, my father-in-law and I dropped ours off at our house. Very gusty winds made that interesting. The same winds that are now making the house seem very cold. The tree hunt was interesting. I watched our son, and held him when he woke up. I attempted to go find where everyone went seeking for trees, crunching my way up the path we parked near. That was hard work, and our son wasn't exactly thrilled to be out in the cold. Poor kid. I feel like we missed out on the fun of the tree hunt, because everyone went away so fast. Hopefully when the little guy is up and walking, we won't get left behind (or we can find a sled that will carry him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. I wouldn't have ever guessed I would say that 10 years ago. I didn't think I'd be capable of being a good father. I feel that I've learned a lot in the last several years, and then a mega-ton in the last year alone. What love is, and what it is capable of. I think the biggest thing is learning to love and, most importantly, allowing myself to be loved. I still can be harmful, as I occasionally fall back to old ways, expecting the good to go away at a moment's notice. I wish I could stop that, and just live in the moment. Let the good be here now, and not worry about what happened years ago, or what might happen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5962976405555494038?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5962976405555494038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2010/12/sleeplessness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5962976405555494038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5962976405555494038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2010/12/sleeplessness.html' title='Sleeplessness'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5681067485599223028</id><published>2010-09-21T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:06.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Linux'/><title type='text'>non-free firmware</title><content type='html'>I recently learned that Debian considers Ralink RT2600 wireless chipsets as non-free, because in addition to the drivers, the card requires non-free firmware. OpenBSD consideres the cards supported, and recommends them, even with the firmware that isn't open. And Ubuntu doesn't give a care, and just installs both without question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5681067485599223028?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5681067485599223028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2010/09/non-free-firmware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5681067485599223028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5681067485599223028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2010/09/non-free-firmware.html' title='non-free firmware'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-6629090799231301313</id><published>2009-06-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:12.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings On</title><content type='html'>Just finishing up a week of vacation, which I have needed for quite some time. &amp;nbsp;The early part of it was devoted to cleaning up around our home; I managed to get some weed whacking done (although, I must admit that we have too much grass growing around our house), and we cleared out a lot of old clothing and stuff we had sitting around in our bedroom. &amp;nbsp;My wife ended up getting sick through this, so we didn't get as much accomplished as we were hoping to do, but I'm happy with the progress we've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued with our plan on going to the Oregon coast, specifically to Cannon Beach, and had a wonderful three days checking out the beach, tide pools, and relaxing. &amp;nbsp;It stormed and rained fiercely on our second night in Cannon Beach, but not with the winds that seemed to reach inland. &amp;nbsp;I spotted a lot of downed tree limbs around Beaverton on our way back home on Friday. &amp;nbsp;Aside from the weather, we managed some beach combing, finding some smaller sand "dimes", as I like to call them, and saw a baby seal sunning itself on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only big disappointment was learning that the Tillamook Cheese Factory does not make mac &amp;amp; cheese daily, instead choosing to make it as a special item every once in a while. &amp;nbsp;Which, for a cheese factory, seems a bit weird. &amp;nbsp;I made it up to my wife by making her some extra-special home-made mac &amp;amp; cheese for her birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-6629090799231301313?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/6629090799231301313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/06/goings-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6629090799231301313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6629090799231301313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/06/goings-on.html' title='Goings On'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5176691504932714704</id><published>2009-05-03T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:20.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Crap</title><content type='html'>I believe that after a certain point, physical posessions begin to own you, instead of you owning them.&amp;nbsp; Right now I feel like I own too much crap, and that it will take forever and a day to clean it all up.&amp;nbsp; Part of the problem is that I haven't fully unpacked after moving back from college, expecting to get a job, and then a house.&amp;nbsp; Well, I got the job, but the house is slow in coming, in part due to the prices of homes where I live, and in part due to the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my wife and I have a garage that has boxes of our stuff.&amp;nbsp; I can't say the garage is full, which is good.&amp;nbsp; We also have a back room full of stuff that we need to sort through soon.&amp;nbsp; A large part of it is cardboard boxes, collected from when we moved from college to home.&amp;nbsp; Another part is just stuff that we did not expect to have to deal with when we moved back home, as my mother-in-law decided it would be an excellent idea to clear my wife's stuff from her room, and turn it into a study or library, or something.&amp;nbsp; Right now it mostly holds old furniture, and is largely unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to start in one place and make a plan to clean it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That is probably the best way to go about tackling clutter -- picking one room to make clutter-free, cleaning it, and the moving onto the next later.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I still feel sufficated from the sheer amount of stuff we have.&amp;nbsp; I like to think I don't have much at all, which is to say, I don't have much I use on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; But when it come to the stuff hiding in the back room, it is like a silent monster, that only pokes its head out now and again, just to let you know it hasn't gone away, as much as you might like it to be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5176691504932714704?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5176691504932714704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/05/too-much-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5176691504932714704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5176691504932714704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/05/too-much-crap.html' title='Too Much Crap'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-1575747926571615190</id><published>2009-04-19T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:35.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Life</title><content type='html'>We recently watched my in-law's dog while they went on vacation. &amp;nbsp;We figured that it would be a trying expereience, but we had no clue just how trying a dog could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some facts: the dog is small, under 15 pounds. &amp;nbsp;The dog is old. &amp;nbsp;The dog occasionally believes it cannot get up on the couch or climb stairs. &amp;nbsp;And, the dog does not want to leave anyone's company, except to eat and crap -- do so, and she will yap and yap and yap non-stop, until you return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been pretty constrained in what we can do. &amp;nbsp;For instance, it is hard to get out for an evening meal and just relax and talk, since we can't leave the dog home. &amp;nbsp;The alternative is to go out for fast food, which is not the best alernative, and then one of us (usually my poor wife) dealing with the dog climbing and falling and scratching our lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't bad enough, the dog has an occasional incontinence&amp;nbsp;problem. &amp;nbsp;We have now have a couch and chair sporting the fresh smell of dog urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more stressful than we thought. &amp;nbsp;We knew before hand that it would require a change to our daily routine. &amp;nbsp;But we didn't realize just how much. &amp;nbsp;My wife found it hard to get work done, without the dog following her around, and looking sad because she didn't have a sitting mate. &amp;nbsp;I found it hard to sit at my computer to type, since she likes to sit on people's laps as they sit at the computer. &amp;nbsp;I tried to create a compromise, pushing a chair next to mine, but she just does not sit still, and is unhappy to be away from a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely a spoiled dog. &amp;nbsp;And all the more reason I say a cat would be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-1575747926571615190?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/1575747926571615190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/04/dog-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1575747926571615190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1575747926571615190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/04/dog-life.html' title='A Dog&amp;#39;s Life'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-1025652551542405491</id><published>2009-03-24T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:40.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Technological Progress</title><content type='html'>How much technological progress is currently locked away inside companies, kept secret as a competitive advantage? &amp;nbsp;And, how much of that progress could be potentially useful for the greater good or further advancement of progress, as a whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I work with tools or technologies on a day to day basis that are potentially useful to individuals or organizations outside of where I work, and that I will miss once I no longer work inside the same company and no longer have the tools available for my use. &amp;nbsp;And, to be honest, many companies have their own tools or techniques that they also keep internally, that others may find useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when everyone keeps their tools to themselves? &amp;nbsp;Does progress stop? &amp;nbsp;I imagine that many tools, perhaps very similar tools and techniques, are developed in different places to do the same tasks. &amp;nbsp;Some are better than others, but because various agents want &amp;nbsp;to keep their tools secret, no one can take ideas from another (easily, anyway). &amp;nbsp; So in at least one case, we have duplication of effort, that could be spent improving or developing another technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The patent system, to one length or another, was set up to give a monopoly on a technology to one person or company in exchange for sharing their development for everyone to benefit from. &amp;nbsp;Once the monopoly period is up (or sooner, if they create an agreement to do so), someone else can take the same technology and improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But patents don't cover reasons why a company or individual would choose to keep a technology secret, in part for competitive advantage. &amp;nbsp; Opening up all secrets that a company has does not always make sense. &amp;nbsp;Startups, as I heard recently, thrive on secrecy. &amp;nbsp;They are intent on creating something new, and if they share it with someone else they could very well lose their edge to get their product to market first, and lose out on future benefits for creating their product (and have less incentive to develop further technologies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this light, it makes sense that not everything is shared. &amp;nbsp;If incentives to innovate and create are removed, by opening all technologies for public review and use, I could envision a case where less development overall occurs, as one of the drivers for change, the opportunity to gain profit, is removed from consideration from the group developing new technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I see a hazard in opening every technology up to public use, as it could very well lead to a slowing of progress overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-1025652551542405491?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/1025652551542405491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/technological-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1025652551542405491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1025652551542405491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/technological-progress.html' title='Technological Progress'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-1030846435476466548</id><published>2009-03-22T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:45.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds &amp; Fiber</title><content type='html'>The birds outside of my living room window are having quite a time flying and zipping all around. &amp;nbsp;I believe it is the time of day where insects are plentiful, and I believe the birds in question are little swifts. They are little winged acrobats, flying on invisible strands, that pull the birds, forcing them to dart from place to place. &amp;nbsp;It is easy enough to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another busy weekend, going into the big city to sell yarn this weekend. &amp;nbsp;I helped my wife out, and I expected I'd be a grouch on Saturday morning, with having to wake up about an hour earlier than I am used to. &amp;nbsp;But I had fun yesterday, chatting with my wife on the way in, helping her get set up, and then trying to help with purchases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that her new credit card machine is the cat's meow, at least for proccessing credit cards. &amp;nbsp;Last year she was using an old-school credit card slider, which was just cumbersome and hard to use. &amp;nbsp;You need a good solid surface to stick it too, and those can be hard to find when you are at a yarn show and you need to make use of every available surface possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never been to a yarn show, you might want to consider going once. &amp;nbsp;Find someone you know who knits (or should), and take them. &amp;nbsp;The amount of color is always fun, even if you're not a knitter, spinner, or crocheter. &amp;nbsp;If you're smart, you will also find a pattern or two you like, and if you're slick, you can find someone you know to knit you a pair of socks and introduce you to the fine world of handknits. &amp;nbsp;(Woolen sweaters are awesome on cold days).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-1030846435476466548?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/1030846435476466548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/birds-fiber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1030846435476466548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/1030846435476466548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/birds-fiber.html' title='Birds &amp;amp; Fiber'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-9026745335015952203</id><published>2009-03-16T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:57.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infestation</title><content type='html'>We have an infestation of Box Elder bugs.&amp;nbsp; If you were to go out our south-facing doors at just the right time of day, a shower of the little guys will come down upon you.&amp;nbsp; They love to sun themselves on the south side of our house, and are upon occasion so thick that they can blot out the sun on our bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they make their way inside, and will do just about anything to find warmth.&amp;nbsp; The bugs congegrate around lights, for instance.&amp;nbsp; And I usually find at least one inside my computer when I perform my annual dusting of its internals.&amp;nbsp; This isn't so bad, until you realize that our bedroom light and our upstairs living room lights are carcass collectors.&amp;nbsp; Open lights, or lights that are fully enclosed are safe, aside from a stray bug crawling around the rim of the light shade.&amp;nbsp; But our bedroom and living room lights are partially closed, and eventually build up quote a few of the poor bugs, dead after burning themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just one annoyance.&amp;nbsp; The box elders also will fly from place to place inside the house.&amp;nbsp; While not terribly annoying (they don't fly often), they do have a tendency to keep coming back to the same spot.&amp;nbsp; So, imagine flicking one of these guys off your arm, monitor, or wherever you don't want them to be.&amp;nbsp; Within a minute, they will be back to say hello with their beady red eyes.&amp;nbsp; Repeat two to four times, and they tend to get the hint.&amp;nbsp; Come night time, they may crawl into bed with you, which can give you quite a fright when you also have spiders that are big enough to carry you off in the night.&amp;nbsp; I've had a few nights where I woke, panicked and trying to get rid of whatever was crawling on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can live with all of that, they're not so bad.&amp;nbsp; They're cute, in their own insect way, and don't attack humans or eat anything inside the house (unless they manage to find some tree sap in here).&amp;nbsp; And they're not worth fighting or killing.&amp;nbsp; Our neighbors hired an exterminator to come spray the little buggers off the side of their house.&amp;nbsp; The exterminator was happy to do it, as we found out talking to him, as it was a paying job, but his work would not eradicate the bugs.&amp;nbsp; Not without finding the host trees in the area and treating or removing the trees.&amp;nbsp; So he got to part someone of their money, kill some bugs, and know that they'd be back again, careless of their fallen brethren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we leave them be.&amp;nbsp; This is one battle we won't fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-9026745335015952203?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/9026745335015952203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/infestation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/9026745335015952203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/9026745335015952203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/infestation.html' title='Infestation'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-896917868994937883</id><published>2009-03-15T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T13:32:50.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Excuses</title><content type='html'>I got some books on writing this weekend, to add to my small collection.&amp;nbsp; I already had two books, and I keep telling myself that with the perfect setup that I will write more often.&amp;nbsp; Then I tell myself that this journal is perfect, I'll write in it.&amp;nbsp; Then I think that a particular keyboard or typewriter may help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that I'm quite afraid to start..&amp;nbsp; I want some silent time, which I tell myself is hard to do.&amp;nbsp; I come home from work in the evenings and just want to veg.&amp;nbsp; I've thought about getting up earlier -- some days I actually do get up early for one reason or another, but instead of writing something of substance or wit, I surf the internet or check my email at work.&amp;nbsp; Usually both, with the excuse that "I need to know the news", or "I need to know what's happening at work before I go in."&amp;nbsp; Both are excuses, and fairly poor ones.&amp;nbsp; "News" usually consists of reading "Reddit" and clicking on all posts that link to images.&amp;nbsp; "Email" entails reading the "silly" lists I'm subscribed to at work.&amp;nbsp; Any real email I need to be concerned about usually doesn't hit my box until 9:30-10:30am, unless someone else is up early, or I left an email in my box from the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for silent time, I'm sure I could honestly work an hour in the morning, or sometime at night.&amp;nbsp; Although I usually spend my evenings watching TV while browsing the internet.&amp;nbsp; The fact is I'm a total internet junky.&amp;nbsp; I want to write?&amp;nbsp; Browse the internet for inspiration, I say.&amp;nbsp; It's really a ploy to avoid responsibility, or the possibility of boring writing.&amp;nbsp; Want to program?&amp;nbsp; Search the web for programming stuff.&amp;nbsp; Three hours later have nothing to show for it, other than a handful of mostly usesless facts.&amp;nbsp; And I mustn't forget the fear of being boring.&amp;nbsp; That's what kills writing for me most days.&amp;nbsp; I can't come up with a decent plot in my head, although I watch plenty of shows, play fun games, or listen to interesting books that have good plot and good ideas.&amp;nbsp; Even if I wanted to stay with non-fiction, I feel like I haven't much to contribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time that I do write, I spend generating emails at work or working on internal documentation.&amp;nbsp; Safe.&amp;nbsp; Useful.&amp;nbsp; Something I know that people need or want, and that, within reason, won't garner much criticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you start writing and enjoy it?&amp;nbsp; How does a writer put away fears and excuses, and just get what they want to say on screen, on paper, in words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think writing in and of itself is courageous.&amp;nbsp; You have to be willing to take criticism, both good and bad.&amp;nbsp; You need to be willing to have your writing be read by someone who isn't you, who won't know exactly what you meant when you endeavored to put your thoughts into words.&amp;nbsp; Finally, you have to be willing to shut the internal voice of self-doubt up, or at least ignore it, as you let words flow from your mind into your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a very big deal to me.&amp;nbsp; How about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-896917868994937883?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/896917868994937883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/writing-excuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/896917868994937883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/896917868994937883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/03/writing-excuses.html' title='Writing Excuses'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-7306765233583924399</id><published>2009-01-03T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T14:08:48.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rare post</title><content type='html'>We purchased a new couch after Christmas, but due to the awesome weather within the Gorge we haven't been able to have it delivered.  Our driveway and road is a mess, so much so that we can barely get one car in and out, and our other car is still stuck.  The weather refuses to cooperate, as it keeps snowing from time to time, or refreezing as it melts.  I see rain is forecast for next week, so there is a glimmer of hope that we can get the couch soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on break during a good portion of the last two weeks, I have attempted a FreeBSD install on my Ubuntu box, but after failing (again) to fully grok FreeBSDs ports and packages setup, I gave up on it and decided I didn't really want to play with Ubuntu again; I get tired of the impetus for upgrading all of the time, and rarely see any particular benefit to doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Priceless&lt;/span&gt; starring Audrey Tautou, and both thought it was pretty good laugh, as well as a good comedy.  We're working on finishing the final season of Babylon 5, my new favorite TV series.  I think it beats the pants off the likes of Star Trek for television SciFi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-7306765233583924399?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/7306765233583924399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/01/rare-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/7306765233583924399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/7306765233583924399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2009/01/rare-post.html' title='A rare post'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-4269419647429449955</id><published>2008-12-07T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:04:06.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to Vancouver, BC&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Travel to Banff, AB&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find another Lego set&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actually read the Advanced Bash Scripting Guide to completion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or, Unix Shell Programming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finish The Book Thief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-4269419647429449955?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/4269419647429449955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2008/12/things-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/4269419647429449955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/4269419647429449955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2008/12/things-to-do.html' title='Things to do'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-4721947463802759525</id><published>2008-04-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T23:03:26.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>Winter will not leave;&lt;br /&gt;Cold wind rustles spring flowers.&lt;br /&gt;Hope for warm rain again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-4721947463802759525?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/4721947463802759525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2008/04/winter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/4721947463802759525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/4721947463802759525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2008/04/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5764644529921382574</id><published>2007-09-23T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:31:29.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>I has (forgotten) my blog</title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy.  That's a good way to sumarize this summer.  With Lavendersheep working every Sunday, we really had to pack everything we wanted to do on Saturday; so we didn't go camping, and I always felt like Sunday was, for the most part, my day to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Independence Day party that was quite fun; I have some photos I should share on my other computer; we did go to a company picnic, again fun.  One of my managers volunteered me in the dunk tank, something I did not expect would happen; I was expecting to have several shots at dunking my managers.  And I went on a trip up to Ski Bowl with the company and rode around on go-karts all day (being just a tad larger than their weight limits allow on their other rides).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it hasn't been a bad summer.  But, I'm ready for fall and winter, time for wearing handknits and staying as cozy as possible.  And, perhaps if I lucky, I can have a cup of cocoa too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5764644529921382574?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5764644529921382574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/09/i-has-forgotten-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5764644529921382574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5764644529921382574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/09/i-has-forgotten-my-blog.html' title='I has (forgotten) my blog'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-8490761672217498360</id><published>2007-05-06T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T21:11:01.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyances'/><title type='text'>Command line fun</title><content type='html'>I've recently been studying Linux command line tools, and starting to construct intricate pipelines that manipulate text, locate text that I want, or cut things out.  I think I've got a bit of a handle on awk, including searching and basic printing (nothing too fancy, just yet), and I'm starting to get sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I just cannot understand what mpg123's problem is.  I want to occasionally play music from a streaming server on another computer -- mostly so I don't have to disconnect the speakers from one computer and move to the other.  Normally I listen using xmms, but when I just have command line access, mpg123 should work.  The problem is that it doesn't seem to buffer its data, or it just drops frames.  So every so often, with some regularity, I'll notice that the beat is off, or notes that should last longer are cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I may be partially deaf, but I can tell you this drives me batty.  I'm pretty sensitive to beats and the length of notes. Something interesting about my hearing is that I cannot (easily) separate the background music from singing.  This is very much the same problem I have with focusing in on a particular voice in a crowd -- I just can't do it.  So I often will like a song due to its beat, harmony, or just something that grabs me as `cool' (like chanting), but I will have no clue what the lyrics actually are. That is, until I look them up, or in some cases, sit for several hours, listening to a song in small pieces at a time until I can hear the words.  That's hard work, and something I rarely do because it is very tiring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I've found that I cannot trust mpg123 to work for streaming music.  I'd rather have silence than go crazy because I know my player just dropped a beat, or a note, or something just doesn't sound like `whole'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-8490761672217498360?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/8490761672217498360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/05/command-line-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/8490761672217498360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/8490761672217498360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/05/command-line-fun.html' title='Command line fun'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-6039516466357023611</id><published>2007-04-28T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T09:18:21.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>MMmmm... keyboard</title><content type='html'>For several years I've been using a Sun Type6 UNIX keyboard.  This is fancy talk for a keyboard with only one Control key, some weird meta keys, and some other keys all shifted about -- great if you work at the command line in Linux.  It's a pretty decent keyboard, and I loved it for having the escape and backspace keys in locations that make a lot of sense (compared to the PC keyboard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently looking at purchasing another Sun keyboard for work, when I came across some of Microsoft's ergonomic keyboards.  I decided to reconsider my Sun keyboard purchase, and instead purchased a Microsoft Natural Ergonomic Keyboard 4000 (wow, they couldn't make the name any shorter!) for home.  It features a split keyboard design and curved key layout laterally - and I found that both are very easy to get used to on this keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm a pretty happy camper.  I've remapped the Caps Lock key to another Control Key in Gnome, because I can't recall a time I absolutely needed a Caps Lock.  I'll have to play around with the Alt and Windows keys, and probably remap them so I've got a meta key in a sensible spot (useful for emacs).  But overall, it is a wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-6039516466357023611?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/6039516466357023611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/mmmmm-keyboard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6039516466357023611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/6039516466357023611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/mmmmm-keyboard.html' title='MMmmm... keyboard'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5928783665629447270</id><published>2007-04-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T08:31:38.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyances'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Thanks for your wishes-well.  It is true, today is my birthday, and as my &lt;a href="http://lavendersheep.blogspot.com"&gt;lovely wife&lt;/a&gt; has pointed out, I am one-quarter of a century old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I did not get an offer at Google, and my contract has in fact been extended.  I will not be able to post any more facts regarding this decision at this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5928783665629447270?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5928783665629447270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5928783665629447270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5928783665629447270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-5311549547641625333</id><published>2007-04-04T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:11:11.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finished sock!</title><content type='html'>This, my friends, is a picture of a finished sock.  And days before the 1-year castiversary.  Now I have one more to finish, and my wife will have 1 pair of socks knit by her husband.  Isn't she lucky?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Beqlzdq-JJ0/RhRTpKkPHuI/AAAAAAAAANU/zk7AbY2q0S0/s1600-h/P4020052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Beqlzdq-JJ0/RhRTpKkPHuI/AAAAAAAAANU/zk7AbY2q0S0/s320/P4020052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-5311549547641625333?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/5311549547641625333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/finished-sock.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5311549547641625333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/5311549547641625333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/finished-sock.html' title='Finished sock!'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Beqlzdq-JJ0/RhRTpKkPHuI/AAAAAAAAANU/zk7AbY2q0S0/s72-c/P4020052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-3323600810036080016</id><published>2007-04-01T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:48:04.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Beer</title><content type='html'>I'm not a heavy beer drinker.  I usually have something like 1 drink a week, after work on Friday.  But there's one beer I like best: Guinness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Guinness draught in a bottle isn't too bad.  But a nice fresh pull off the tap at Gustav's, that's a good drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, not much of a beer drinker.  I haven't tried any non-microbrew domestics.  I just imagine that Budweiser tastes like horse piss - more so than beer normally does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another silly blog post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-3323600810036080016?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/3323600810036080016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/beer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/3323600810036080016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/3323600810036080016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/04/beer.html' title='Beer'/><author><name>Blair S. Ellsworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MEU3UA3MwkQ/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAKTs/1g6WxjzM5xI/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5502623779600516943.post-2821164084098679734</id><published>2007-03-26T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:26:10.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>I think I made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door was ajar, and I, a curious guy, walked through.  I didn't care that it was hanging by one hinge, and that the handle was missing.  When a door presents itself, especially if it is open, I don't argue.  I simply walk through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I'm here.  Stuck.  My legs dangling below, while I wonder if I can pull myself out from the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5502623779600516943-2821164084098679734?l=www.mystdragon.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/feeds/2821164084098679734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/03/mistake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/2821164084098679734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5502623779600516943/posts/default/2821164084098679734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.mystdragon.com/2007/03/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Blair S. 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