Despite the fact that the Catmas holiday has come and gone, and even though I’m really a dog person (I think of cats as “egg rolls waiting to happen”), I still update the Catmas site every now and again. Click here to take a look at today’s darkly funny cat picture…
Author: Joey deVilla
(You might want to read the entry titled A Special Message to My Deadbeat Ex-Housemate first.)
As of this morning, a Google search for deadbeat ex-housemate, both with and without quotes, returns the weblog of my deadbeat ex-housemate as the number one result in both Canada and the U.S..
I also got an email from him last night, in which he explained his current situation. Hey, I’m a nice guy and am willing to wait a little longer, but I want my replies to my questions and some guarantees that I will be paid back. That money could buy a lot of appliances for the home that the Ginger Ninja and I shall eventually buy.
Thanks to everyone who chimed in with a comment. I’ve made a note that there are still some legal options available to me, but I also have a “nuclear option” which I have not yet disclosed. Yes, I know that I’m beginning to sound like a James Bond villain.
Anyhow, I am pleased. Sastified grinning will commence in 3…2…1…
This has been sitting in my collection of draft blog entries; I thought I’d fire these out before they got too stale.
A study to be published next year in the Journal of Broadcast and Electronic Media states that Comedy Central’s hit satire show, The Daily Show is as “substantive” as “real” news. It’s both an endorsement for The Daily Show as well as a black mark on “real” news.
For your viewing pleasure, here’s a surprisingly reasonable-sounding Joe Scarborough report on MSNBC covering the story, rich with some great clips from The Daily Show. [8.4MB QuickTime video]
Speaking of Stewart, be sure to check out this New York magazine piece on Stephen Colbert, a very thorough piece on my favourite fake right-wing commentator. I knew he was Catholic but had no idea that he still taught Sunday school. I’d catch a class if he held one here in Accordion City.
Over at "Global Nerdy"

Steve Jobs, clean-shaven and wearing a tie. What the hell?!
Over at Global Nerdy, the tech news blog that my buddy George and I write, here are the latest stories:
- Blog Juice Calculator: A tool for finding out how much influence and credibility your blog has. The Adventures of Accordion Guy in the 21st Century has a 6.6 rating, putting it just behind the New York City gossip blog Gawker.
- Keyword Assistant for iPhoto: At last, iPhoto gets what Flickr users have been taking for granted.
- Well, Someone’s Gotta Move Those Bits: Thoughts on Internap’s purchase of Vitalstream and moving those bits through the Great Series of Tubes.
- (RED)pod: Oprah and Bono push the latest iPod, a portion of whose sales will go to the Global Fund, a fund to help fight AIDS, tuberculosis and malaria in Africa. How come Microsoft didn’t come up with this idea, given all the money Chairman Gates has earmarked to such causes?
- Two Great Tastes That Taste Great (via Bluetooth): In which we point to the BlueEye, a gadget that a connects Bluetooth receiver, control pad, headphones and (as a special touch) FM radio to any of the 5 most recent iPod models, allowing you to make, receive and ignore phone calls from your iPod.
- Apple’s iWork to Lasso Spreadsheets: Apple’s own “Office” suite, iWork, edges closer to Microsoft’s turf now that it’s including an app code-named Lasso, a spreadsheet application.
- Compare Rental Rates in Your ‘Hood with Rentometer: A great Google Maps mashup that lets you see what rental rates in your neighbourhood are.
- Flash Drive-Equipped Laptops Appear in Japan: The move away from hard drives towards solid-state flash drives is starting…in Japan only, at least for the moment.
- Back to the Future: Steve Jobs Demos NeXTSTEP 3: The features that Steve Jobs demonstrates in the video may be common today, but in 1992, they must’ve looked like alien technology. Make sure you set aside a lunch break to catch this NeXTSTEP demo video.
Worst Hallowe’en Costume Ever

“Bobby, if you don’t pose for this picture, your friend Mr. Insulin goes bye-bye.”
I thought my idea of going as manta ray-spiked Steve Irwin was awful (my catchphrase would be “What’s wrong? Too soon?”), but it pales in comparison to the children’s “toilet” costume pictured here. With kids being the way they are, unfortunate wearers of this costume would be on the vanguard of a new and humiliating form of beat-down, which I will leave to the reader to imagine.
Also in the catalog is this costume, which is nearly as bad:
(Links found via Reddit.)
"Dilbert’s" 9-Point Financial Plan
The Dow Jones website Marketwatch recently posted an article titled ‘Dilbert’ deserves the economics Nobel, which refers to a 9-point financial plan that appeared in Scott “Dilbert” Adams’ 2002 book Dilbert and the Way of the Weasel. It sounds pretty sensible and seems to be in line with what is considered to be sound advice.
According to the article, Adams tried to have this nine-point plan published as a one-page book, but none of the publishers would bite. He then decided to include the plan in Way of the Weasel, and I’m reproducing it below:
- Make a will
- Pay off your credit cards
- Get term life insurance if you have a family to support
- Fund your 401k to the maximum
- Fund your IRA to the maximum
- Buy a house if you want to live in a house and can afford it
- Put six months worth of expenses in a money-market account
- Take whatever money is left over and invest 70% in a stock index fund and 30% in a bond fund through any discount broker and never touch it until retirement
- If any of this confuses you, or you have something special going on (retirement, college planning, tax issues), hire a fee-based financial planner, not one who charges a percentage of your portfolio
Points 1 through 5 seems to echo what a lot of financial planning books say. Canadian readers who’ve read David Chilton’s The Wealthy Barber will have a sense of deja vu (I believe that Canucks can compress points 4 and 5 to “Fund your RRSP to the maximum”). I might want to diversify my funds a little bit, but 10% of my income has automatically been routed to my RRSP for some time now.
(I’ve got to make a will soon. It’ll be pretty simple: The Ginger Ninja gets everything, save enough money to send a courier to leave a flaming bag of horse manure at the doorstop of my deadbeat ex-housemate.)
Point 6 is so simple it almost seems silly, but I suppose it had to be stated rather than implied.
I used to have a stash like the one suggested in point 7 — a habit I picked up during my days as a self-employed contractor — until my deadbeat ex-housemate effectively drained that resource. I just kept it in short-term guarateed investment certificates which I’d renew. I’m working on rebuilding the ol’ safety net and will have to see what the upsides and downsides to using a money-market account are.
Point 8: Interesting. Once again, I’ll have to do some research. Here’s what the article had to say about it:
Thanks to Adams’ formula, the average irrational investor can ignore Wall Street: “Everything else you may want to do with your money is a bad idea compared to what’s on my one-page summary. You want an annuity? It’s worse. You want a whole life insurance policy? It’s worse. You want to invest in individual stocks? It’s worse. You want a managed mutual fund instead of an index fund? It’s worse. I could go on, but you get the point.”
Check the bottom line: A portfolio with an asset allocation of 70% in Vanguard’s Total Stock Market Index and 30% in the Total Bond Market Fund is doing just fine, performing remarkably close to the S&P 500 index. Moreover, that simple two-fund portfolio is perfect for the vast majority of America’s 95 million investors who are passive much as Adam’s Dilbert character.
I’m going to have a chat with both my financial advisor and my father-in-law (I’ve learned more about real-world business just by talking with him than I did in my commerce courses at Crazy Go Nuts University) sometime soon.
I’m sure that I’ve got people who live, breathe and think finances the way I do with computers — any thoughts?
Attention, Deadbeat ex-housemate. You have not been responding to my emails about when you’re going to finally start paying me all that back rent (and that $1000 phone bill) you owe me from starting from October 2001.
Being five years later, I might normally let this go, but you were a pretty crappy housemate: you almost never helped with chores, often insulted me in front of my friends (and who knows what you said behind my back) and that incident with the con man has not been forgotten. I am left with no option except to use my considerable Googlejuice to make it so that the number one Google result for your name is also the number one result for the phrase “deadbeat ex-housemate”. Since you work in the field of computers, I trust that have this Google stigma will inspire you to take some fiscal responsibility and start writing cheques. This Googlebombing will stop when the cheques — certified cheques, you little rat-bastard — start coming in.
To my readers: this Googlebombing will be annoying, so I promise that any such post like this will be accompanied by an interesting or amusing picture. I’ll mark this post, which could be the first of many, with a very amusing and psychedelic animated graphic of Christopher Walken floating through space:
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