Still Catching Up
I still have an update coming from the wedding and honeymoon, but for now I'm only going to share with you something from one Mr. David Sedaris regarding undecideds in this current election cycle:
o put them in perspective, I think of being on an airplane. The flight attendant comes down the aisle with her food cart and, eventually, parks it beside my seat. “Can I interest you in the chicken?” she asks. “Or would you prefer the platter of shit with bits of broken glass in it?”
-Jon
For the Paranoid…
Seriously. If you worry about this stuff, and know what stuff I'm talking about, this is how you can protect all your RFID tagged cards from the Man. Make it a bit bigger, and no one can read your unencrypted Passport RFID either. Word.
-Jon
An Ode to Wil
I adore Wil Wheaton, I think I've mentioned that before. When he linked to the Literal Translation of the Take on Me video, I fell that much deeper.
Really, however, was this post where not only does he go on about how he doesn't believe in DRM (squee!) but also makes reference to a glamour of an Ascot. Which makes me all squishy inside and... gosh if I don't want to kiss that man on his beardy face (not in a sexy way, just in a you're awesome way).
-Jon
I Just Killed Firefox…
I've only had two crashes with Mozilla's Firefox. One of them was random, and didn't feel the need to submit any crash report. Then I just killed it. I sent along this note with the crash report.
I was running multiple windows of Firefox while logging into multiple bank sites using 1 Password while hulu ran in the background. Also, I was dancing a jig and thinking about how magical computers are. Really, it's my fault. I killed firefox.
-Jon
P.S. It's possible that's not a verbatim quote. I forgot to copy/paste.
Holy Crap I Should Be Asleep
Ryan and I are up geeking out about his website and mine and CMS's and... oh lord I need to be asleep because I'm getting married in 12 hours and 45 minutes. Crap.
-Jon
Trying to Find the Words…
I'm about to get hitched. In fact, that's exactly what I asked my bride-to-be if she wanted. None of the romantic, "Would you be my wife," "Would you do me the honor of," nope, I hit her with, "So... you wanna get hitched?" As I reclined on the couch watching How It's Made... now... I'm not so callous as to think that that would be appropriate, except the ring had been dangling on the dog's collar for a good long while (since before dinner) and she had been giving me a hard time about when I would propose. Would her finding the ring earlier changed the proposal? I probably wouldn't have been lounging on the couch... beyond that, who knows. I swear to all that's good in the world, I had not a clue as to what I was going to say to her when she found the ring. I figured that by jumping into the deep end, putting the ring somewhere she'd be sure to find it (eventually) and waiting for it to happen, I'd figure out the right words to say.
Which brings us to less that 48 hours from now, I still don't know if my vows are right. I don't know if they're close to right. I think it's a 50-50 call that I might just get up in front of friends and family and declare my undying love for this woman without a script. Which would be foolish, exceptionally so... but still... Might happen.
Ahh well... at least in a couple of days I no longer have to worry about the wedding. Just the marriage. Which will be a whole different ball of wax.
-Jon