After a very long weekend

After a very long weekend spent moving, I’m happy to say I’m no longer a resident of San Francisco. I suppose I’m one of the many “fogbirds” that fled the cold murky streets for warmer, sunnier areas just yonder. I’m about a half hour south of SF now, and I didn’t think it was that big of a deal until we were finishing up cleaning and moving the last bits out of our old apartment today. It was around 4pm and the fog had rolled in. The skies darkened and the temps dropped to around 60. I had to turn the heat up when we left in the car. By the time we got 25 miles away to our new home, the air conditioner had to come on, and the shorts and t-shirt I was freezing in San Francisco in were just perfect. We enjoyed a great view of a warm sunset while dining with family and friends and I knew things would be much happier from here on out.

Oh, and if there was one highlight this weekend, it was the pizza in the wildly blooming backyard.

Hello, and welcome to the

Hello, and welcome to the fifth stop on the “Rainy Day Fun and Games for Toddler and Total Bastard” virtual book tour, the virtual book tour that cries itself to sleep at night. My name’s Greg Knauss, and while Matt futilely attempts to keep MetaFilter from eating itself, he’s given me the reins of his A.Whole to shill my book. Also, printer cartridge replacements, unique stock opportunities, penis enlargement and something written in Korean that I can’t read. But mostly my book.

“Rainy Day Fun and Games for Toddler and Total Bastard” — on sale now, still, at So New Media — explores the untrodden literary territory of people who think their own children are cute. It’s the book form of being trapped into going through the six thousand snapshots a friend has of his precious little snoogy-woogy — the kid sitting and then not sitting and then sitting again and then digging around in his nose like he’s expecting to discover precious metal. It’s hell, folks. Run for your lives.

Today’s excerpt is available in MP3 format, thanks to the grinding, obsessive insistence of Mr. Haughey. For the intimate feel of a real bookstore reading, with the rain patting softly against the front window and the owner’s friendly cat curled up on a pillow by the ancient cash register, please click here.

And, now, Q & A:

People have stopped asking questions, haven’t they?


That’s because they’re bored silly with this whole “book tour” thing, isn’t it?


OK! Thanks for asking! If you’ve got a question you want answered — about anything; I mean it; seriously: your love life, car troubles, antiques, the eternal mystery of God’s indifference to suffering; please, oh please, oh God, just write — send it to On Monday, we’ll be at The BradLands, with an extra-special treat!

Assuming we can think of something by then. Otherwise: the same old crap.

In response to Michael Eisner

In response to Michael Eisner invoking the name of Abe Lincoln to support his media company’s position, this other Lincoln quote is rather apt:

“I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for the safety of my country. . . . corporations have been enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow, and the money power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the people until all wealth is aggregated in a few hands and the Republic is destroyed.”

— U.S. President Abraham Lincoln, Nov. 21, 1864
(letter to Col. William F. Elkins)

(thanks ahughey)

Ticketmaster has always shown

Ticketmaster has always shown itself to be a subsidiary of satan, with their frequent buyouts of their only competitors and their attaching a $6 “convenience fee” to my tickets (30% of face value, how convenient!), but last week they showed a new face of evil.

Wednesday night, I wanted to buy three tickets for a Friday night show in San Francisco. The tickets were for my wife and I, and a friend. Trying to buy three tickets resulted in an error message stating that due to either ticket limitations or server problems, my request for tickets could not be fulfilled. I was instructed to lower my requested tickets and try again. So I tried 2, which worked fine. Just for the hell of it, I went back and tried 4 tickets, which also worked. Hmm. I went back and tried to buy three, but again got an error. I tried 2, then 4 tickets again to make sure, then tried three tickets. Buying 2 or 4 tickets still worked, and 3 tickets gave an error.

I bought two tickets and informed my friend of the troubles and told him to buy a single ticket. A few hours after I bought my tickets, he couldn’t buy 1, 2, 3, or 4 tickets, getting the same errors I was getting before for 3 tickets. My friend didn’t end up going to the show, fearing it was sold out. When I got to the concert, not only was the event not sold out, but they were selling tickets like hotcakes from the box office, and the venue was only about 3/4 full during the show.

I really wish there were alternatives to the Ticketmaster cartel.

Andre inadvertently created a great

Andre inadvertently created a great way to categorize the world when he created FilePile. Using a simple system of labels, the world can be split into three piles, [this is good], [this is bad], and [this is offensive].

Also inadvertent would be my application of such labels to real world objects soon after Andre put a handful of stickers into my hand. I should apologize to my cat here and now for this, but I hope he understands how the world is better organized for my having done it.

On the plane ride home

On the plane ride home last night, i was going through my photos and found an interesting shot of Lawrence Lessig’s slide that simply says “fight the mouse.” I downsized it and cropped it slightly to create desktops for both macs (including a tibook size) and PCs here:

It’s a nice reminder to myself, whenever I minimize all my applications that I shouldn’t forget the ridiculous things Eisner and company are trying to do to maintain their control over artists, creators, customers, and the public at large.