Author Archives: Anton

do you dig clams?

Posted on Wednesday, 2002 March 20 by Anton

Well, I’d hate to see the Googlebombing fad go by without getting in on it, so here goes: Scientology, Scientology, Scientology, Scientology, Scientology. (A couple of these were down when I last looked.)

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last news from Pittsburgh

Posted on Tuesday, 2002 March 19 by Anton

Sunday Dad called to ask my advice as an experienced user of mobile telephones. He and his wife are about to move to another city, and wondered whether they ought to bother getting landline service at all. Monday I remembered … Continue reading →

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neologism

Posted on Tuesday, 2002 March 19 by Anton

Did I really write “satiral” yesterday? Funny. Wonder why that isn’t a proper word, anyway.

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gloom update

Posted on Tuesday, 2002 March 19 by Anton

Three months out of work. Occasional nibbles from agencies but no follow-up. (And all because for the last dozen years I used WordPerfect rather than bloody Redmondware. To think that, last time around, the temp agencies were fighting over me … Continue reading →

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not unexpected

Posted on Tuesday, 2002 March 19 by Anton

Imagine my lack of utter shock at receiving no response to my inquiry to Washington concerning security at the Fed Bldg.

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The Fightin’ Stereotypes

Posted on Monday, 2002 March 18 by Anton

An intramural basketball team in Colorado has named itself the Fighting Whites, in satiral response to the Fighting Reds. Is this the moment to mention that in hi-skool I was on an intramural tag-football team called the Chinks? (I think … Continue reading →

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manufacturing consensus

Posted on Sunday, 2002 March 17 by Anton

Vernor Vinge’s mind-expanding novel A Fire Upon the Deep (1992) contains numerous postings on “the Net of a Million Lies.” But unlike the Usenet of our time, most of the senders have institutional names, like Khurvark University or Sandor Arbitration. … Continue reading →

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