Due to sudden whim of one of my email providers, I recently found myself having to upgrade from Eudora Pro 4.2 to Eudora Pro 4.3.1. This was a lot more difficult than it sounds, or should have been. Not to mention that all of the changes between the versions, or at least the two dozen or so that I’ve noticed so far, are pointless and irritating. Chief among these is the fact that they felt the need to change every single icon in the entire program, and they are all, well, ugly. Boo, Quallcomm.

Oi! I’m not dead yet.

The Walt Disney Co. said in a statement: “Eldred is simply trying to second-guess what Congress has already decided, and we believe the Supreme Court should reject their attempt.” Psst. Dude. That’s the Supreme Court’s job. And your zipper’s down.

What he said. “Seriously, I don’t know what to do about this. Enjoy it, I suppose, sure, but I am not prepared to be ‘looked at.’ I am prepared, through years of fatness and helmet hair and ill-fitting clothing worn untucked and wrinkled, to shrink into invisibility and be overlooked and ignored.”If only I’d been as self-aware when it happened to me.

I love it when that little tone goes off and a gay customer is on the other end of the line. It’s a simple equation: if a homosexual dials a certain toll-free number and I answer the call, they’re going to book. There is an instant rapport which ensures that they will get a rental car from my company, and I will get a sale. Even more fun than that is when I do an interdepartmental transfer and a gay associate picks up. Synergy is an overused word, but there are very rare occasions where it actually exists, and that is one of them.

And so, taking these two bits of information to their natural conclusion, I’ve decided we really need a special department devoted to the needs of gay customers. We already have a Spanish desk and a French desk, and people who primarily speak those two languages account for approximately 2% and 4% of our revenue, respectively. By anyone’s figures, the GLBT community outnumbers both those groups combined. And hey, all of those DINKs. Besides which, I want such a department to exist because I want to work there. Gay people, as a rule, are not the ones who waste half a day — of both their own and other people’s time — calling 20 companies to get rates that vary by as much as 25 whole dollars. I don’t pretend to know why that is so, but it is. I do know, however, that I’m tired of talking to those people.

And also, I couldn’t come up with a reasonable justification that would allow me to talk to nothing but gay British people all day. It was not for lack of trying.

Dan Gillmor continues his blow-by-blow coverage of the copyright wars, and the consumer is still losing. “If you or I asked Congress for permission to legally hack other people’s computers, we’d be laughed off Capitol Hill. Then again, you and I aren’t part of a cartel that boasts enough money and public-relations talent to turn Congress into a marionette.”

Microsoft behaving badly, in Peru this time. An interesting, if frightening, look at the global economy in action.

The Web didn’t kill libraries. It’s the new draw.“Rather than lead to the demise of libraries, the World Wide Web may have turned out to be a their saving grace. Last year, $686 million was spent on library construction — the second-highest dollar total ever spent.”In fact, would you believe we now have a national librarian shortage? To think how close I came to taking advantage of my own college’s excellent library science program. As I just recently realized, I would have been returning to school for my senior year this fall.

My Prediction was a bit off. By 8025, to be exact, but given conditions I couldn’t have predicted (like sign-ups being turned off more often than not this year), I did better than your average weather forecaster.

It’s easy to forget with all of the other rights violations going on down at your local legislature, but the DMCA is still stupid, still in effect, and still basically unchallenged. Tomorrow, Bruce Perens plans to become a criminal. His intended crime? Explaining how DeCSS, incredibly simple software that has existed for almost three years and is only three times as long as the entry you are reading, works.

Update: The demonstration was called off. Crap.

I know I’d normally be ranting about this Industry-bought legislation for a few paragraphs, but I can’t honestly bring myself to believe it will pass, or survive judicial review if it did. I’m just not that cynical anymore. Let’s see if it lasts.

They outsource email. Email! The single oldest application of networking technology — though you’d be forgiven for thinking perhaps that was the terminal app I’m forced to use. In general, their IT infrastructure should not work, but does, a fact that causes me physical pain.

Yesterday was my first day at my new job. This being the first job I’ve actually been able to get, other than one day of temp work, since I moved to Charleston. (Shortish journal entry covering a longish span of time.) In fact, it was the only callback out of all the resumés and applications I shoved into people’s hands. I’m working in a call center for a corporation*, taking reservations. It pays fairly well, though I’ve made more, in smaller cities, in equally skilled yet lower-stress positions. *I’m not quite sure how litigious they are yet.

So now I’ll explain why the above news, with all the provisos, is still the best news I’ve had in a while. You may recall me mentioning an epic streak of bad luck in passing in the stitches post. As this would take some time to explain however I went about it, I’ll keep it short and give you a timeline.

End of March, 2002: I move to Charleston. Dan had chosen to move here some months prior, though it took me longer to make up my mind. That and the long distance thing and some other stuff all, individually and collectively, almost destroyed us, but there were periods in between where everything was dandy, and we’ve been fine now for longer than my mayfly memory can reckon. We made plans at that time to find our own place as soon as we had the means, or around two months in our optimistic view.

Beginning of April: one roommate’s mom, 23-month-old sister, and potential stepfather move here from DC, staying with us temporarily until they can get on their feet. This brings the total number of roommates in our two-bedroom apartment to seven. As you no doubt can guess, due to quite a series of unfortunate events of their own, ‘temporarily’ becomes

Beginning of June: They move out. Dan, having changed jobs once already since I arrived in Charleston, once again seeks greener pastures. As he’s never been unemployed for more than a week since he was 16, and recognizing the difference between being — however temporarily — one of three unemployed people in the house and being one of five (and I did mention that at this point I had gone 2½ months without a single callback, right?), he elects to make seeking employment his full-time occupation. He very shortly finds a government job opening that pays more than either of my parents make and begins the long gauntlet — including medical, psychological, and polygraph exams — that they send potential hires through. Shortly afterward, I receive my first and only callback, where I’m now working, the company that Dan had just departed.

Saturday, July 6th, 6 am: the week of hell leaves a calling card. Our (2) roommates leave for a weekend trip, leaving a load of clothes in the dryer. Three minutes down the road, they return to retrieve a forgotten item and find flames shooting from the aforementioned appliance. They flip the breaker, douse the laundry room, and wake us up to inform us of our near mortality.

Sunday, July 7th, 11 am: we leave to do some shopping, only to discover that our car had been stolen. We report it, only to discover our car had been towed. Apparently, the rental office was under the mistaken impression it had belonged to the recently-evicted drug dealers across the hall. (This was also the first we heard about drug dealers across the hall.) Then we were under the mistaken impression that the rental office should return our car, as it was their mistake. However, our lease apparently gives them the right to tow anything they want to, whenever they want to. We would have to ransom our own car for $90, before the end of the day, with roommates out of town, no transportation, and exactly $13.14 to our names. The car is still there, and the ransom is now more than what was originally paid for the car.

Monday, July 8th, 10 am: Roommates return with mail. Dan receives a letter from his potential employer. Having finished the five week hiring process the previous week, he expects good news. “We are currently seeking the best qualified candidate for this position. Regretfully, you are not the best candidate.” That is an exact quote, or as exact a quote as possible, as he set it on fire a short time later.
5 pm: I fall over and hit my head on the cement steps in front of our door.

Tuesday, July 9th, 12:03 am: five stitches, 1 reflex test, two blood pressure checks, one tetanus shot, a lot of money from Mom’s insurance company (thank you $_Deity), and six and a half hours later, I am discharged from the emergency room without so much as a band-aid, much less a diagnosis. Incidentally, since I’ve moved down here, my mother has taken to leaving her phone off the hook — no hyperbole here — 23½ hours a day, seven days a week. Thusly, she did not find out until Friday the 12th, by which time my stitches were already out.

Apparently sated with us at this point, the curse then shifted its brunt to our roommates and ex-roommates, individually and collectively, for the next six days. Their sob tales are just as bad or worse than mine and Dan’s, but I’m beginning to depress myself already. And why do I publish the Poor Jason Almanac just now, you ask? Because my one piece of good news, combined with the sheer absurdity of all this happening to such a small group, seemed just enough to make it possible to do so. And of course, I knew I would feel better afterwards, as I always do when I journal, and I can see that good mental health will be imperative to keeping this job, which for a time at least will be imperative to eating. So I write, basically, out of pure animal survival instinct. How about yourself?

I promised some people I would come up with some gift ideas for my birthday, as I am apparently impossible to buy for. Trying to think of things to put on such a list, I’ve come to the conclusion that they are right. Following are the only material things I can think of right now that I actually want. It really is too bad I’m not Buddhist.

• USR 56K* V.92 Performance Pro Modem. Modems 101 (feel free to skip): this is an actual modem, as in not a winmodem. A winmodem is a controller-less modem, meaning that there is no processor on the modem and it uses your CPU to do all processing. An actual modem allows people with <1 Ghz processors some hope of actually achieving connection speeds of 56k. Also, winmodems are Evil. Tip: the special online direct-buy only price of ~$80 can also be found at, of all places, your local Wal-Mart.
• Copyleft <body> shirt, Aqua, Large. When it’s back in stock, that is. (I’m going to keep asking for this until either someone gives it to me or I get my own credit card.)
• Other clothes? Gift Certificates?
• Blank CDs, preferably Memorex, preferably a little stylish.

A few other things, separated because they cost way more than I feel comfortable spending, or asking someone to spend, on myself. Also known as ‘Things I’m now going to secretly lust after, now that I’ve thought of them while making out this list, thanks.’

• 64 MB (or 128 MB) 72-pin EDO Ram SIMMs (×2). These currently cost about as much as one of Elton John’s wigs, and I need two of them.
• iRiver iMP-350 or similar portable MP3/CD player with radio tuner. Sony does make such a beast, btw, but the usability factor is unknown, as I can’t find verifiable reports of anyone on this continent actually buying one.

Also, did you know that the EFF had an Amazon referrer code? I present to you the EFF-Amazon link thingy bookmarklet. Invoke it on any Amazon product page, and it will give you a copy/pastable URL with the EFF referrer code.

M³ reborn. Sylloge numpts (no, that is not a word) back. Signs of waking at Somnolent. Always the trendsetter, aren’t I?