Goodbye, Facebook…

Sensing the ‘net, garret signal boosted Kevin Bankston’s post: Want to stop info of yours from going out over Facebook’s API? and I followed the instructions therein.

By opting out of Facebook’s The Platform I can no longer share my blog posts as a Facebook posting. After a bit, I decided that was just fine.

“So I got that goin’ for me, which is nice” —Carl Spangler Caddyshack

Eighteen Years Ago…

On this day in 1999, I joined a substantial number of people in starting a blog. Then mine was called ‘blivet’. blivet was on EditThisPage though many were using other hosts and software such as Blogger. This was long before whatever has been proclaimed as ‘The Start of Blogging’ like ‘War Blogs’, ‘Mommy Blogs’, etc. It was a longer form, prior to the idea that you could use 144 characters to communicate something besides a grocery list.

Happy 18th anniversary to all the bloggers there at the start and the friends I made then. I will not attempt a listing as I will forget someone and feel horrible.

Here’s to 18 more!

Seventeen Years Ago…

On this day in 1999 I started this weblog using Userland’s EditThisPage software. Here it still is, 17 years later along with a great many people I have met through this medium. Be well all…

Any Programmers/Coders in The Front Range Area of Colorado?

Are any of you or do any of you know of someone who works as a programmer / coder / whatever in the Denver, Boulder, or Colorado Springs area that we could schedule a job shadow for my son who is a freshman at Wheat Ridge High School in Wheat Ridge, Colorado?

He is most especially interested in being a gaming programmer (of course) but I think anyone who does programming would be a great experience for him at this stage. Thanks in advance!

The End of Eighth Grade

Ian has one more day at North Arvada Middle school. I’m shadowing him today at school he is currently in his ‘Advisement’ class which is kind of a free time thing. I’m in the office lying low, cruising under the radar. We have a session with his math teacher after school to make sure we’re caught up and ready to close out the year. This is the last of his seven classes we need to double-check on. Then he should be finished with Middle School and on to High School.

Does that send a chill down anyone else’s spine when you utter that phrase, “No, he is in High School now…”?