No, you aren't imagining things...

Yep. I've moved this blog back to blogger.com. The stats feature at wordpress wasn't doing what I wanted it to do, so there ya go. If there's anything you liked there, I'm going to be slowly moving it all over here, but it's a cut-and-paste-and-adjust-the-date kind of process. If you can't wait (and if you haven't read it yet, you should go, you don't know what you're missing!) you can go back over to the other host and see it by clicking here. Eventually all will be as it was. Except better.

Well, NOW I've done it...

Since I can’t seem to remember to write over here, I’ve gone and signed up on a writers’ community website, WritersCafe.org. Don’t know what they do there. I guess I’ll read a bit, and maybe write some short stuff. Who knows, maybe I’ll even remember to come back and post here now and again. Hope so. Stay tuned!!

EDIT, about 10 minutes later: Ooookay. So, I signed up for that site. Looked good. Came here, posted that above. Went back. Looked around. Um… not so much for me, I think. Lots of angsty writing, lots of “groups” of, shall we say, “specialized interest” writers. Lots of, hmm… let’s say “women writers of science fiction, who feature cats prominently in their writing.” I don’t know what that means, really, but it’s a type of writing Susie and I have noticed that should probably be its own sub-genre. And things like this story. OK, it’s not so much a story as a rant. And as such, it’s mildly amusing, although I’d say a bit trite, and the writing level is that of a reasonably intelligent high-school freshman who’s seen a few episodes of “Seinfeld.” But what gets me is the gushing of the reviewers. “Well written.” “Wonderful.” Um, no. Sorry. I’d post my own review, but since I don’t have any writing of my own (except for what’s here in this blog) to contribute, I don’t think that would be very nice. I know, I know, I’ve just slammed the guy pretty hard here. But do you know how I found this story? It’s listed as the number 1 rated story on the site. Sigh. What do you think, oh hordes of faithful readers? Should I go and call the kettle black? Anyway, I guess I’ll keep looking around. I want to write, you know. I’ve said it before. I’ve already signed up to be reminded for this years NaNoWriMo. And who knows, maybe I’ll even write a science fiction story, about a strong woman and her cat, just to post it back to WritersCafe.

MUCH better than an iPhone!

I’ve been reading about this project for a while, and I’m glad to see it finally go into production. A $100 laptop, designed for children, to get computers into places where there has been a historical lack of technology. Three cheers for OLPC!

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I’ve read it. I liked it. No spoilers here.

It's probably the only way *I'll* ever get one...

You may have noticed I’m a bit of a geek, and I loves me my gadgets. So when the iPhone was announced, I could hardly wait to see it. Then I saw it, and I wanted it. Then I saw the price tag, and the fact that it’s tied to a specific network, and I would have to use it on “international roaming” all the time, and, well, the joy went out of it a little.
You may also know that my wife is an avid knitter. She has her own blog about it, The Knit Farm, which is where I stole got the name for my blog from. She’s done some amazing stuff, and right now she’s doing some mystery pattern thingy.
What do these things have to do with each other? Just this. Is that the coolest thing, or what?

Here, there, and everywhere

Where to begin? We went back home at the end of July, for Berit’s memorial. Because we purchased our tickets late (having to do with my not getting approval to leave until the last minute because I was away) we found that it was actually not much more expensive to purchase tickets on MaxJet, an all-business-class airline, than it would have been to get last-minute coach tickets elsewhere. It meant flying into Dulles instead of somewhere more convenient, but hey, I’ve made that drive dozens of times. So, cool, right? Except that when we arrived at the airport to leave, we found out that our flight was delayed. Bad, right? Except that MaxJet had set aside rooms for us at the airport Radisson for us to hang around in to wait. Good, right? Except that (ok, I’m gonna stop the “good new/bad news” thing now…) they called to tell us that the flight had been cancelled. Long story shortened slightly, they put us up there for the night (in two adjoining rooms), paid for our meals, and the next day paid for a van/cab ride from Stanstead to Heathrow so that we could catch the evening flight on Virgin Atlantic… in Upper Class, including access to the “Clubhouse,” where EVERYTHING is complimentary. Sweet! Now, I did some research, and found that according to EU rules, they did everything they were required to do (and probably to a slightly higher level of quality than required) except for one thing: They’re required to compensate us with cash as well. To the tune of 600 Euros. Each. Now, let’s hold that thought for a moment.
Cut to the return leg of the trip. There we are at the check-in counter at Dulles, and the desk agent says, “We had some equipment problems with our aircraft.” Now, by this time we’ve done some research on MaxJet, and discovered that they only own three airplanes. Because of this they’ve had some problems meeting schedules, and had in fact cancelled several (some would say “many”) flights in the past few weeks. But they also had a partial solution, which some of the bloggers we had read were a bit lukewarm in their reviews of. And in fact, although we expected the agent to continue with, “so we’ve had to cancel the flight,” instead he said, “so we’ve leased an aircraft from another company. We think you’ll like it, it’s the Dallas Mavericks‘ team plane.” I leaned back to Susie and gave her this bit of news, and she told me how she had heard of people getting the Mavericks’ plane and the reports weren’t great. I mentioned this to the agent, and he seemed surprised. “It’s nicer than our planes, I think,” he said. Then he explained that since the plane was configured differently from their regular planes, we weren’t able to get the seats we had pre-selected. “FAA requires us to put families together, so we put you in the ‘club’ seats. That’s two seats facing two other seats, with a table in the middle.” Sounds good to me.
So, as he’s checking in our bags, the gate manager comes over, and says, “We’re really sorry for the inconvenience of you not having the seats you selected, so to compensate you for that, and for the uncomfortable nature of seats that face backward, we’re going to give you a $500 travel credit. Each.” Great! We proceed to the lounge; as “business class” passengers, we were entitled to use the NorthWest Airlines lounge… free drinks, snacks, open bar… not as nice as Virgin’s Clubhouse, but better than the standard uncomfortable gate-area seating. When the flight was called for boarding, we got on, and found our seats. Now, I can’t really describe this as well as these few pictures can, so here’s the View Forward from my seat, here’s the view aft. Here’s Lily watching a movie (look at how massive her seat is!) and here’s me helping David with his homework. And these are the seats that the VP of Customer Service refers to as “uncomfortable seating” in his email to me with the instructions on using our $500 travel credits. Uncomfortable? I guess my standards aren’t high enough…
But the real question that remains to me now is… remember the first part of our trip, where the flight was cancelled? Remember the 600 Euros each we were supposed to get, “for our trouble,” under EU laws? Yeah… what do you think?Should I write to them and ask for what I’m entitled to by law, or should I let it go and call it good? Comments welcome!

Gee, I sure know how to keep 'em coming back...

OK, so it’s been, what, 4 months? But frankly, just after my last post, things didn’t seem so blog-worthy for a while. (If you read Susie’s blog, you’ll know why.) Then I was away, then we went away, and, well, you know how when you get out of the habit of doing something, it’s extra hard to get back into it? Yeah.

Anyway, I’ll be posting more. Promise. And I know, I’ve made that promise before. But this time I mean it. I hope. Gimme another chance?

Wow... that wasn't what I meant to do at all...

mentioned in the previous entry that I was trying to figure out the trackback thingy, and in fact I did. Unfortunately, it’s not at all what I thought it was. See, I thought it was just a way of linking to someone else’s blog while providing them with a bit of a heads-up that you were doing so. But what it REALLY is, apparently, is a way to put a link to YOUR blog on theirs. So if I post about Wil Wheaton’s mention of knitting, and trackback to that mention, what happens is, on his page where he mentions knitting, now there’s an entry for anyone who reads that entry that says, “Hey, Dave over at TheWitFarm.com has also posted about this subject, go take a look.”

So, if you’re a WWdN fan, cruelly led here by the evils of mistaken trackback, I apologize, but please, have a look around. Maybe there’s something here for you too.

Geek chic

If you’re reading my blog, you probably got here from my wife’s blog, and so you’re probably a knitter. Well, I’m a geek. And this post by Wil Wheaton (very brief) may have achieved knitter/geek synergistic perfection. Heh. (And it provides me a chance to see if I have this “trackback” thing figured out.

A minefield

Ok, so I haven’t been posting. The problem is, I can’t really talk about work. It’s just not that I have a job I’m not supposed to talk about (which, sort of), or that what happens is so weird that “I just can’t talk about it” (which, sometimes), but it’s also a fair amount of “if you can’t say anything nice…” (which, um, yeah). Now, I’m not saying I’d be saying anything not-nice, but maybe some of the stories I told, from my perspective, might, hmm, “reflect poorly” on other people, and even if I like and admire them, you just KNOW they’re going to find this blog just after I write some juicy bit of “guess what so-and-so did today” and recognize themselves. And as everyone knows, work is where the really good stuff happens.

Even to talk about processes at work, the way we do things, the whole “Jack has to approve this before Mary can approve this before Fred can even see it to recommend that Mabel pass it on to Charlie, who could approve it, but he’s not here this week,” is dangerous ground. I may test the waters there, but it’s gonna be a tricky one.

Anyway, if you’re one of my legions of devoted fans, rejoice! I’ve posted today! I promise to try harder.