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It’s and Its

Sunday, February 21st, 2010 at 1:22 pm

Soooooo………I’ve been writing emails, blogs, twitter…under the following (incorrect) assumption.

I thought “It’s” was written to convey possession. e.g. “It’s monkey butler disobeyed even the simplest of commands and threw feces everywhere.”

But “It’s” does not convey possession….I’ve been oh so wrong.

Its is a possessive pronoun meaning, more or less, of it or belonging to it.

I think I’m going to go back and fix all these errors.

Self-learning = Win.
Years of incorrect grammar remedied in 2 minutes = Fail.

EDIT – In the post below, there were 6 instances of incorrect use -_-; sigh.

The internet is bad

Saturday, February 20th, 2010 at 11:31 am

A couple years back, my director asked our department if the internet was a good or bad thing. Being part of the eBusiness team, the majority of people said it was good, and why. While I didn’t disagree with them, I played devil’s advocate and said “bad” with a specific reason. A here it is.

The internet is….monstrous in size. There’s so much information. An unfathomable bottomless pit that continues to grow. All this information is stored in mere zeros and ones (0 & 1 – that’s binary folks). The way this information is stored, the way it’s backed up, and the fact that these simple 0s and 1s can transfer to very far locations in an instant effectively means this content is easily preserved. It’s too early to say it will last forever, but I wouldn’t doubt that were possible. Media storage continues to grow at a rate that is quicker than information continues to be added to the internet. What I’m trying to get at is this internet is still growing. The information is still growing. And we’ve got an infinite amount of space to store it.

The next issue is: how much of the content is useless? How much of it is repeated facts, human stupidity, irrelevant content, guides to the same thing, guides to outdated things, etc. The internet is growing but how much of it is useful? Why do we use Google search but often find it impossible to get what we’re looking for. I’m going to assume we correctly use keywords and I trust Google’s search algorithm and its capabilities but why is it that if I look up pV=nRT (Ideal Gas Law), while I do get some valid websites, I also get mr. random grade 11 science student feeding false information in a forum to mr. random grade 10 science student.

The internet is infinite. Human stupidity is endless. Real facts and useful information actually limited in comparison.

I believe the rate of useless information is growing at a far more significant rate than useful information. The internet has only been heavily used for a few years. Give it 20 years, give it 50. Remember to take into account that the information on the internet never dies. 0s and 1s don’t degrade like paper. This infinite beast of the internet grows and grows.

My concern is that valuable, useful, relevant information becomes lost. The internet, its primary purpose of storing and accessing information, will lose its value. Its strength in user generated content is also its weakness and downfall because of endless human stupidity.

I’m not sure what would replace the internet. I’m not sure how long it will last. I’m not sure if the information on the internet can possibly be reorganized. I’m sure people won’t go back and delete useless content. I’m sure people will still post “First!” in forums despite the obvious lack of value in its post.

I’m completely aware that this was just a devil’s advocate post. I love the internet and almost everything about it. I just think that it’s fundamentally flawed. Do I have a better idea? no. Can human stupidity ever stop interfering with the greatness of our people? no. Do I realize the irony that human stupidity is all relative that someone out there is thinking the same thing about a post like this? yes.

The internet is huge. And I’m just one of the stupid people filling it with useless, irrelevant content.

What to do this morning…another irrelevant post

Saturday, February 20th, 2010 at 10:52 am

I’ve moved all my images to my current domain, a fairly unused webspace, horderockcafe.com

I think I prefer the images here rather than on blogger because they re-optimize/re-size images. Somewhat useful. Somewhat annoying.

Ugh, looking at http://www.horderockcafe.com/version_1/ really makes me feel the need to do a new site. I did the above in 2 days (design and dev) during exam time in 2006 because I was applying for a web job and only had 2 days notice before I had to show them something. In 2006, my 2003 site (azn_prometheus) was simply too old and sh!tty to send.

It’s funny how at work, I can code an HTML mockup in like, 1/2 a day easy. I pride myself on my HTML page creation speed, browser compatibility, easy to read source, etc. I work fast, I’m accurate, I’m frakkin’ good. However, it takes me forever to do/code my own site…I guess there are distractions at home and no deadline so it’s easier to procrastinate. Also, despite having a general idea of the site I want, having to design it, while really fun, kills the developer in me. My design side and development side are always fighting.

Anyways, I think I’ll write one more blog this morning. Something that’s been on my mind recently. I find that I’m always either writing right when I wake up, or during my prime awake times (right before I sleep).

My mind is empty + The best purchase ever.

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010 at 1:35 am

I’ve hit a writing and thought dry spell. I haven’t had any urge to write in a few days. My girlfriend has been around for a few days too, I’m not sure if that’s proof of what I discussed here or coincidence. Regardless, I don’t want to slow down in my blogging otherwise 3 days turns into 1 week, 1 week to 1 month and next thing you know, I don’t blog anymore.

I’m going to dig up one of my old drafts and write about it – that’s what they’re here for. Bare with me, there’s a lack of passion to the following post and writing without passion feels really…bleh. I don’t like it.

The best purchase ever.

I think one of the smartest things I’ve ever done was spend an extra few hundred dollars on my mattress/bed. My girlfriend and I tested out (by lying down on them – get your mind out of the gutter) mattresses from Sears, Sleep Country, The Bay, everywhere that we could do some tests. The mattress we purchased from Sleep Country was a bit more expensive than we wanted. About a 1/4 of the price more. But I have to say, the investment was definitely worth it.

We (everyone) spends so much time sleeping. Ideally at least a third of our lives. The other two thirds rely heavily on this one third. My sleeping habits have become better lately without WoW and with my new change in lifestyle. No more sleeping between 2:30am to 8:30am on weekdays and 13 hours on weekends (totally 56 hours/week ~ 8 hours/day). While the numbers add up correctly, the sleeping pattern is…I wouldn’t say unhealthy, but could be better. No more being highly irritable during the weekday, bless my co-workers for forgiving me on my less polite days. No more coffee needed to function properly. I’m trying to maintain my standard 8 hours/day, everyday. It kinds sucks because even on weekends, I wake up before noon, something I haven’t been accustomed to since elementary school (yeah, my sleeping patterns have ALWAYS been frakked up).

Sorry, I got a little side tracked. Getting back to this bed thing, I suggest that when you buy your next bed, don’t rush it. Choose carefully and be willing to pay considerably more for a better mattress. You deserve it and trust me, it will return the favor ten-fold. I love my bed. Sleeping on an air mattress and occasionally the couch makes me appreciate it even more. I would jump in-front of a bullet to save my bed. I would rescue my bed from a burning building before I would rescue my girlfriend. I would rather be alone with my bed than be with my girlfriend and my bed. Hey, three’s a crowd.

I know what you’re thinking:
Best. Boyfriend. Ever.

Ironically, this post will probably prevent me from being with my bed for a couple days and I’ll be forced to spend some much needed quality time with my good friend, the couch, of which I usually only game with.

A recurring nightmare

Sunday, February 14th, 2010 at 11:09 am

My eyes suddenly open. I glance around and slowly recognize where I am. The stress I’ve just experienced slowly begins to disappear as my mind begins to throw logic at me, convincing myself that what just happened in my head did not actually happen. My hair and clothes are slightly damp. I’ve just had a nightmare. The same nightmare I have had at least 3 or 4 times a year. Every year.

This is what I felt a few moments ago. I know I said I wouldn’t talk about dreams but I’m going to make an exception because this is a recurring one. The dream and issue is personal so I’m going to use a basketball (I know, wtf eh?) analogy in its stead. The dream plays out like this:

I’m on the court playin’ the game. I’ve got home-court advantage. The score is 68-70 for our opponents. There’s only 4 seconds left in the game. I’ve got the ball between my hands and I’m just behind the 3-point line. I’m wide open. But I’m nervous. I’ve made this shot more times than I can count. But the pressure, the stress, it begins to overwhelm me. I know what I have to do. I take the shot. The ball floats up in the air. Everything slows down. I can feel the crowd hush and stand up, praying the shot is good. It looks good. From my point of view, the angle is perfect. The ball seems to stay afloat forever but it slowly begins to descend from it’s perfect arc. As it approaches the rim, it looks like it’s going to swish. *Boing* The ball bounces off the rim and flies away. Everything picks up speed again. The crowd goes silent. My head and heart drop as I fall to the floor, defeated. I’ve let everyone down. I’ve let myself down. I’ve failed. I wake up.

I open my eyes. My heart still racing, the stress still overwhelming me. My mind starts throwing reasoning and memories at me. “I did make the shot” it tells me. My memories clouded because of what I have just experienced and felt. As I calm down, I realize that I DID MAKE THE SHOT. I won the game. I didn’t let everyone down. I didn’t fail.

SO WHY THE FRAK DO I HAVE A REPEATED NIGHTMARE THAT I DID?

It’s been so many years now since this incident occurred. Everything turned out great. It was a very stressful situation at the time but it turned out okay. Why am I constantly plagued with a feeling that it didn’t?