Monthly archives for September, 2006

Monday, September 18, 2006

Categories vs. tags

As you might have noticed, I've just recently implemented a tag setup on this blog. See the tags down there in the byline, between the categories and trackbacks? Yup, there they are. Tags. So what are tags and how are they different from categories?

Tags are meta data. They're a way to mark posts (and sometimes other types of information) with keywords. If you think that sounds a lot like what post categories do, you're both right and wrong. Categories are similar, but there are important differences.

Categories are a general catch-all for any post that fits a certain criteria, even if those posts have key differences. For example, I use my Geekery category for any post about technology, the web or blogging and all its minutiae. But a post about WordPress will have little in common with a post about Firefox. So in this single narrow sense, tags allow me to use keywords to identify the real subject of a post rather than a broad generalization.

Further, my tag implementation allows archive-style views of all posts bearing any given tag. Try it out, click on one of them. At first glance, this seems pretty similar to WP's built-in search function. Here again there are key differences. If you search for "Firefox," this post will appear in the results. But just because I mentioned Firefox doesn't mean the post is about Firefox. And then there are some posts that don't clearly state their subject, like this photo post. Search for "Pope Benedict" and you won't find that post because those words never appear in that post, yet the fact that he's the subject of the post is undeniable. Enter tags to fill the gap.

Tags also serve an important role in SEO. Tags can make it easier for search engines and content indices like Technorati to determine what my content is about, just as they do for human readers. Technorati in particular loves anything marked rel="tag". Now if only Technorati would start refreshing my content when I ping, I'd be all set.

So if tags are so neat, cool and interesting, why bother with categories? I feel there's room for both. Like I said, categories are general catch-alls. Those are still very useful. For example, tags or not, I'm still going to want to store all my haiku under the same roof regardless of their subject. The same holds true for things like my snippets of conversation and silly photo posts.

The way I see it there's room for categories, tags and search to fit comfortably all in the same scheme. Now if you'll excuse me for a month or so, I have a thousand archived posts to tag.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Painted eyes

She paints over her eyes
but not her loneliness

Saturday, September 16, 2006

People suck and so do I

I'm working on the beginnings of an über-techie post, one that will apply only to people who use a web browser other than Internet Explorer. When searching for a little technical data on Opera, I found this quote:

How to prove instantly to firefox fan that opera is better than firefox?

You can't. Which browser is better is subjective and a matter of opinion. If you try to convince someone that Opera is better, you just convince them that Opera users are annoying. If someone tries to convince you that Firefox is better, they just convince you that Firefox users are annoying.

So I guess that makes me annoying. On a few occasions I've circled a sparring partner, teeth bared and hurling spears, over which browser is better. It's an argument no one can win and I always part on friendly terms. And by "part on friendly terms" I really mean "walk away plotting to kill the other person later."

Friday, September 15, 2006

He's from the internet

You know the drill. Don't blame me if you're scarred.

I can handle it!

Garage sale season

Garage sale season-
the phone pole
peppered with staples

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

All in favor?

I say no-
nine faces
frown at me

Fucking people piss me off

At one point in time, nearly everyone has pissed me off. So far the only people in the entire world who've never pissed me off are Cheech Marin and Albert W. Richards of Danvers, Massachusetts. And I've got my eye on that Richards guy.

The person most pissing me off at this exact moment is John Boehner, who (not unusually) is engaging in the worst kind of politics.

Speaking of Democrats, Boehner told reporters, "I wonder if they're more interested in protecting the terrorists than protecting the American people." [San Francisco Chronicle]

What a fucking dick. I'm so sick of this shit. Why haven't we yet reached a point where we chastise any politician who tries to trick us with empty, slanderous sound bites? The logic that's always behind statements like this is "If my opponent does not agree with everything I say, then he surely must be in favor of clubbing your grandmother with a baby seal." This is like saying "If A = 8 and A is not equal to B, then B must equal Ricardo Montalban."

To be fair, Republicans aren't the only ones doing this. Democrats are just as guilty as anyone. I even caught my golden boy using this trick in one of his 2004 debates.

Why aren't more people crying foul on these jackasses when they make ludicrous statements like this one? Redirecting the focus of any argument is a disservice to everyone. America deserves a fair, reasoned discussion on important issues like terrorism. Asshats like Boehner need a smackdown.

Now that I think about it, I think I've got a solution for this. We need to hire some more people. There are 535 people in Congress, right? Figure about 65 people in the executive that need coverage and we'll need to hire about 600 more people. This particular job will be simple and enough fun that we won't need to pay these 600 people very much. Each these 600 people will be assigned one elected official. Whenever the elected official says anything like Boehner did, these reality check helpers will yell "BULLSHIT!" just to make sure no one is suckered by the foolishness.

I imagine there'd be an adjustment period where it seems like the reality check helpers are shouting themselves hoarse, but eventually things would normalize. After that, we might never again hear another politician speak.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Uh… k

My shit-cookin' brother-in-law just drove past my office. He was riding a Vespa. And he was wearing goggles.

Goggle guy

Ok, not those goggles. But he still looked pretty fucking stupid.

Scattered observations from a very strange day

  • If ever you're looking to sell or give away a Pomeranian puppy, you may want to consider not magic markering your tiny little sign:

    Puppy
    Pom

    because passing motorists such as myself may misread that as:

    Puppy
    Porn

    Said motorist may then briefly consider calling you out of morbid curiosity. Said motorist would be disgusted, yet completely entranced. This is assuming said motorist did not read again, realize his mistake and chuckle while mentally calling himself a retard.

  • The psycho burnt lung lady? Yeah, she's far more weird than she originally seemed.

    Apparently her lungs are so sensitive that she was unable to use her shiny new laptop for a considerable amount of time. She says the new plastic was giving off an odor that kept her from breathing. So she left the laptop at a friend's house to air out for the better part of a year.

    Whether there's any truth to that or not, she now has a laptop. Last Thursday she brought it by to discuss a problem. She made an appointment to return yesterday for service. Friday she stopped by to see if I could work on it early. I could not, so she stopped in yesterday for her scheduled appointment.

    She was wearing the same clothes on those three consecutive business days.

  • Stopping by my house in the middle of the day because it's raining and The Bunny may need our only umbrella (conveniently located in the trunk of our car) may occasionally cause Bunny's head to explode.

    Ok, it's probably not me bringing the umbrella that caused her head to explode, but goddamn did she have an impressive headache. I think I could actually see her skull pulsing.

  • On returning to my office, I got a good eyefull of the crazy burnt lung woman's car. I'm pretty sure she's living in it. Her blue Delta 88 was stuffed with a fantastic amount of objects. Piles of clothes, old newspapers, food and a lot of things that looked like plain old trash were crammed into every nook of the passenger compartment. There were even stacks of junk on the dashboard.

    If she's living in her car, how important or relevant can her internet access really be? Wouldn't most people sell that laptop to scrape up some rent money? And wouldn't living in a rolling refrigerator box cause problems with dust, mold and a variety of other lung busters? When she talks about those lung problems, I think she's full of shit.

    Oh, and lest I forget, I'm pretty sure she's crazy. I mean really crazy. Unbalanced. Unstable. Disturbed. Fucking nuts. When she finally stormed out of my office, angry that I was unable to produce a lunar eclipse on demand, I was thrilled by the thought that she's probably too unsatisfied to ever return.

  • A snippet:

    The Chicken: Dad?

    Me: Yeah?

    Chicken: Did you ever shoot with that bow and arrow in the garage?

    Me: Yeah, buddy, I used to shoot that bow all the time.

    Chicken: Did you ever… target it at… shooting stuff?

    Me: Yes, I've gone target shooting with that bow.

    Chicken: Did you used to shoot targets a lot?

    Me: Um… yeah, a fair amount.

    Chicken: Was that your hobby?

    Me: Yeah, I suppose it was a hobby.

    (pause)

    Me: What would you say is my hobby now, Chicken?

    Chicken: Um… smoking?

Monday, September 11, 2006

Blame this other guy

It's all this other guy's fault. He and I were e-mailing about WordPress video plugins and he got me thinking that there has to be a better way to integrate YouTube. Wouldn't you know it, there are lots of better ways to integrate YouTube.

Everybody's seen the numa numa guy, right? The first time I saw this video I was inspired to find a decent version of the song. Despite the fact that it's an obscure Romanian Eurodance act, it wasn't that hard to find. It's kind of catchy. That is if you like Eurodance, which I'm guessing few of you do.