• Trial, tribulation, and error

    A few weeks ago, heresy showed it’s ugly face in the Kauffman household. Evil found a foothold in one of my vulnerable children. By now you know that when I speak of heresy I’m speaking of one thing: computers. Beth asked for a cheap Windows laptop.

    In the name of Jobs, The Woz, and The Lost Partner, I beseech you: where have I gone wrong?

    Because my parents were over at the time, my dad in particular, the collective shudder was almost enough to bring down the roof, bringing this insanity to a tragic end.

    This has nothing to do with Windows, evil, or my family… but I find it amusing so I had to find a way to work it into the post. There’s a buzz word at my office – one of several steadying the rungs of the mythical ladder to Tally (if you have to ask, you ain’t getting there). The one that comes to mind is: root cause. Say it again: root cause. Don’t you feel smarter just saying it? All right, it’s really two words, so maybe you just feel silly, not to mention you’re talking to your computer again. You should probably see someone about that. But back to root cause: it is one concept. Applying the problem solving skills taught in offices around the world (and yet come naturally to our species as early as the pre-pubescent years), I sought to get to the bottom of this Windows virus before it got started. It turned out it was worse than I thought.

    Beth infected my son too.

    Both of them were obsessed with the idea of playing an online game created by Sony Entertainment called: Free Realms. This game only runs on PCs running Windows.

    And before you ask, the answer is yes – the name itself is a sick, twisted joke. Entrance is free, but there are opportunities to spend once you’re inside.

    Back to Windows, and computers in general.

    Kids don’t always understand elegance, and when they do, sometimes they don’t particularly care. They don’t understand how little time daddy spends maintaining our relatively large family network of computers (none, not counting the voluntary tinkering – with more PCs than people), compared to other daddies. They don’t truly understand what the word “crash” can mean. They don’t know what a virus, worm, or malware is. They don’t know what Internet security software is.

    Well, if you recall, a few posts back I contemplated a world where me and Beth shared an iPad an my MacBook. This presented an interesting test run. My MB runs Windows Vista in the latest version of Parallels (v5).

    Vista may have been the dumbest software descision of my life (I shoulda had an XP!), but I needed something do the occasional bit of work at home and Vista gets it done (if painfully).

    With a devious grin, I unleashed my kids on Vista – or was that the other way around? Right off the bat: “dad, what is Kaspersky, and what are virus definitions?” Then of course: “dad, Windows says it wants to restart to finish installing important updates. I hardly had time to get started yet.”

    I’ll bet there are a few Windows appologists out there convinced I haven’t booted their ‘ole pal Vista since the install – thus the delays. They’d be wrong. I’d had it up the day before – with the software and definitions up to date.

    Next, of course, we had to install Flash. Always Flash. Then there was a Sony browser plugin. Then there was an executable file from Sony.

    It took us half an hour to get Windows set up to play a web based game. I think THAT should be in the Windows 7 ads.

    I was setting up my laptop for my kids to play a simple web based game and it took me a freaking half an hour. So I sent the old Bald Ballmer an email telling him they oughta fix that. So yeah, Windows 7 was my idea.

    Of course, for all I know Windows 7 could be an abomination worse than Windows 3.x – I’ve never seen it. So maybe it’s not my idea after all.

    Here’s the best part. Although I’ve muddled through Vista relatively unscathed, it’s crashed – hard – beyond the three finger salute hard (control-alt-delete), every time the kids played their game. It’s never crashed right away, so they get a chance to play for a while – enough so they want to play again – and live through another crash.

    Cheryl keeps saying they’re not going to be allowed to play on dad’s MacBook anymore, but I disagree.

    Oh, how I disagree!

    I think this is a great opportunity to learn a lesson in life, to learn how the harsh, real world works. It’s a time when very little is at stake, and there’s little to loose. Is it probably the game? Of course it’s probably the game. But what happened to Microsoft being so far ahead of Apple when it came to single apps crashing and not bringing down the whole system?

    So my simple response to Cheryl is no. I’m going to give them Vista every time they ask for it, and let them see it for the ugly piece of software it is. Then they’ll know.

    Windows bad. Mac good.

    Get a Mac.

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    UPDATE: since I started writing this post a few days ago, the kids have stopped asking about Free Realms and Windows. They haven’t moved on to new games either. They went back to the old web games that worked – on the Mac. As for myself, I’m actually considering throwing good money after bad – buying 7. Lord help me, for I am about to sin.


  • Bringin’ the bacon to work

    I like crispy pig meat as much as the next guy, but after a while it gets old. After a year or two it gets really old. Truth be told, I was never really crazy for the stuff.

    It turns out my office is next door to a deli that dabbles in breakfast. I don’t really have an office anymore, so corral might be a better word. But wether they’re serving breakfast or lunch, they seem to conjure up a reason to serve up a steady diet of fried pig fat all day, much to my nose’s delight.

    Yum! Can I get me some more!

    I’ll have to ask Cheryl if my clothes smell like fast food when I get home.

    I’ve heard that the sense of taste is related, if not in some cases tied, to the sense of smell. Which brings me to this half-baked idea/concern:

    Is second hand smell of fried pig fat bad for you?


  • Ahead of schedule

    Oh you few, you lucky few. Some of you are seeing this post ahead of schedule. My projects aren’t supposed to work like this. My rule of thumb is to take my first guess of how long it will take, and take that number to the third power.

    Or, that’s what Cheryl would have you believe, once I explained the math to her. Ouch! Score one for the husband who will be sleeping in his car for the next month!

    Here’s the scoop. I’ve been doing business with dirty, slow-daddy, relying on them to host this site for the last three years. (I was in the hospital, spiking fevers, popping pain meds, and pumping chemo when I signed up, so my judgement was impaired. I hope this earns me a pass.) They’ve been reliable, and I can’t really blame them for the speed – not on a shared server, low cost plan. I can blame them for their marketing practices, and the strange vibe I get watching the CEO’s video podcasts that leave me feeling like I need a shower. But momentum kept me there – that and the dread of switching to another host: moving thousands of files, a database, configuring WordPress to find the new location of its database, making sure all of my redirects work on the new server. I imagined slogging through all that data felt like trying to stop Genghis Khan and his merry band with a wicked sharp tooth pick.

    Six months ago I decided I’d give Host Gator a try, once my contract with GoDaddy was about to expire. Host Gator offers to move the data on your old host to their servers for you, free – though no guarantees. But I figured if they could get me most of the way there I could handle a little bit of tweaking. Well guess what? My account with GoDaddy expires in a month, so I placed my order. I didn’t even have to tweak. They even went in and reconfigured my WordPress config file to point to the new database location, and they did all of it in a matter of hours… on a Saturday.

    I popped over to GoDaddy to point my domain name to the new name servers and waited. It can take a few days for the DNS (domain name servers) around the world to catch up to the changes – meaning some of you will still be directed to the old server, while the rest are here at the new one.

    Hoo-Ray for you!

    I didn’t find out the DNS I use (I’m sure your sitting on the edge of your seat, pencil and paper at the ready – Open DNS), had switched over until somewhat late last night.

    So for those of you who have found me at my new host – welcome to my new home!