If you comment in my blog and stick advertising in it, your comment will be deleted.
I don’t mind if you plug your company if it’s on-topic. For example, if
I were to comment on restaurants in Toronto, it would be perfectly
acceptable for post a comment and say “Hey, check out my restaurant!”
However, it is not acceptable for you to comment to the same article
and link to a site for financing a housing purchase. That’s spam, and
it will be terminated with extreme prejudice.
I’d been so busy over the past few weeks, what with Wendy’s birthday
and our engagement, that I hadn’t given any thought to attending
homecoming at Crazy Go Nuts University,
which took place this past weekend. On Saturday night at about 6 p.m.,
I went “Oh, what the hell,” threw my accordion into the car, ran a
couple of last minute errands and motorbootied down to Kingston.
A couple of hours later, I pulled into town, where I joined Eldon and
the gang from Science ’94, after which we went to the student ghetto to
check out the street party taking place on Aberdeen street. It turned
out to be a four-block long bacchanal, with the street blocked off from
traffic and packed with people. People began to yell “play something on
that accordion!” (one guy mistakenly called it a “banjo”), I broke out
the rock and roll, and that’s when the fun began. I snapped a few
photos and Eldon snapped more while I played; you can see them in album or slideshow format.
The accordion: social hardware!
The crowd joined in and sang along. There are two videos you can check out:
Every other person seemed to have a digital camera, a
technology that wasn’t readily available during my years there (1987
through 1994). A zillion flashes went off in my face, and I spent half
my time playing “snowblind” and feeling the keys.
I was surprised to find that a number of the students, perhaps ten or so,
came up to me and said, “Hey Accordion Guy! I read your blog!” One girl
clung to my sleeve and tried to drag me to a party until her friend came up
to her and said “Don’t hit on the Accordion Guy! I read he’s engaged!”
Who needs social software when you have a blog and an accordion?
From the U.S. Geological Survey’s What to Do if a Volcano Erupts page:
During an Eruption –
Move Away From A Volcano – Not Toward It
In lieu of attending Bloggercon III, which I can’t attend as it’s
happening on the weekend of my birthday and the
Wendy’s-parents-meet-mine events, let me instead give it this most
heartfelt plug:
“Go to BloggerCon. You never know who you might meet!“
…if I would be attending BloggerCon III, which takes place in Palo Alto (or “Shallow Alto” as Cory
and I called it when we lived there) on November 6th. I’d love to, but
I can’t. My birthday’s November 5th, my annual birthday extravaganza
takes place on November 6th, and that weekend is also the first time my
parents will meet Wendy’s parents. Simply put, I’m going to have my
hands full.
Duuuuuuuuuuude!
For those who were there, and for the curious: here are 210 non-hot tub
photos from last year’s birthday party, culled from my own camera as
well as those of others. You can see them in album format, but with that many photos, you might want to check out the slideshow version!
(Warning: One gratuitous cleavage shot.)
John Bristowe reminded me of the existence of the Planet Simpson blog, which chronicles Planet Simpson author Chris Turner’s adventures in book promotion. It’s written mostly by Turner’s wife, Ashley Bristowe (also a friend of mine from Crazy Go Nuts University).
I just noticed this: the cover of the book varies with region. Here’s
the Canadian cover, featuring a donut (Canadians are said to consume more donuts per capita than any other nation on Earth):
For those of you who live in the land chronicled by the Big Book of British Smiles, here’s your cover:
And for our American friends, the “Duff Beer” cover. No idea if it’s
regular Duff or one of the specialty editions such as Duff Lite, Lady
Duff or Tartar-Control Duff:
