Diary of a Network Geek

The trials and tribulations of a Certified Novell Engineer who's been stranded in Houston, Texas.

8/23/2007

Hunting Pirates

Filed under: Fun,News and Current Events,Red Herrings — Posted by the Network Geek during the Hour of the Tiger which is terribly early in the morning or 5:24 am for you boring, normal people.
The moon is Waxing Gibbous

No, real, live ocean-going pirates.

Here’s a story that sounds almost made up, except it’s real: The Pirate Hunters on Smithsonian.com.

7/30/2006

Magazine Subscriptions

Filed under: Bavarian Death Cake of Love,Criticism, Marginalia, and Notes,Deep Thoughts,Personal,The Network Geek at Home,Things to Read — Posted by the Network Geek during the Hour of the Dragon which is in the early morning or 9:35 am for you boring, normal people.
The moon is Waxing Gibbous

I probably should have specified magazine subscriptions that I let lapse for a reason when I put up that poll.

For instance, Writer’s Digest. Writer’s Digest recycles the same writing articles, or article subjects, about every 18 months. Nothing I haven’t read or don’t have in a book.
Or, National Geographic. Nice magazine with wonderful pictures, but I hate to throw it away and it takes up a lot of room.
Smithsonian magazine. I stopped that one because my ex-wife insisted we get it, but, after getting me to spend the money, never read a single issue or article. Ever. It’s a nice enough magazine, sure, but the articles are so wordy and often not on subjects that interest me and, yet, I feel guilty when I don’t read it because the entire magazine is so damn educational.

Oh, and that cutie from Match? Hasn’t responded to the last e-mail I sent Saturday morning. And her profile seems to be missing now. Do you think it was something I said? 😉


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