I started using “rjbs” as my identifier everywhere a few years ago. It was a very good idea, and I should have started using it years earlier. I’ve given a fairly detailed history of other usernames I used in the past elsewhere. I’ll move that history to my wiki at some point, I guess. I just got to thinking about “rjbs” and other actually-related-to-my-name names on Thanksgiving, when talking with my Uncle Richard.

Is it really so inconceivable that a smoker can go two hours without a cigarette? If so, why aren’t smokers more afraid of their own addiction? Anyway, that’s not my problem. My problem is that now the back of the bus smells like cigarette smoke, and I know the smell won’t reach the front of the bus, so the driver won’t do anything about it.

Friday, January 31, 2003: Thanks for placing an order! Here’s an email confirming that we got it. By the way, to log in, you have to use this arbitrary username that we’re providing. Don’t lose it, since this email doesn’t contain details of your order, like what you ordered, what we’re going to charge, or when it will ship.

In 2001, VH1 had a show on which they proclaimed what they thought were the best 100 rock’n’roll albums. I agreed with some things and not with others, and I printed out the list to use as a checklist for album acquisition.

I haven’t done any programming at all, this holiday, which is just fine with me. I have had a really nice, relaxing time. I’ve watched some lousy movies, read a decent book, played a lot of Disgaea, and eaten at least three slices of pumpkin pie.

Many times I have complained that Thunderbird and Mail.app are no darn good. They both filled me with hope of reading my mail offline and writing responses that will go out when I’m back online. Both, too, disappointed. They were just too hard to use, too hard to configure, prone to data loss, and provided me with generally crappy tools for dealing with my mail.

I just saw an ad on TV for the DVD of March of the Penguins. The announce said, “This Tuesday, see how much fun it is to be a penguin!”

Gloria had done a good bit of preparing for the feast over the last few days. I helped just a little. Today was the big day, though, and it went well. We got up at quarter to five, this morning, and I was amazed to see a light coating of snow over everything. It was only on the cars and the trees, though; the roads were just a bit wet.

I want to be able to get a listing of all upcoming iCal events in a list like this:

Last night, I had the same dream as the night before. I got fired. I worked for and with the same people, but I was a comic book writer/illustrator. We produced a number of comics, including the one I worked on the most. Its name was something like “Hellboy.” Maybe it was Hellboy, but it wasn’t the real Hellboy comic. I think I wrote an issue in which the narrator spoke about how his china cabinet was a gateway to hell.