I like Netflix. They’ve got a nice service that I enjoy and they did right by their customers after Katrina, automatically suspending all subscriptions within…
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I like Netflix. They’ve got a nice service that I enjoy and they did right by their customers after Katrina, automatically suspending all subscriptions within…
Did you know you can watch the space shuttle take off from Vero Beach? We didn’t. So we just missed it last Friday. “Hey, I…
I ran a screen of partially pre-written posts last week because Xy and I were on vacation. Herewith, a brief memoir of our week in…
The spammers are finally breaking me down. I’ve had the same e-mail address for over ten years, maybe as long as twelve years. I have…
According to a story in the Times-Picayune: New Orleans officials Monday said they have started handing out notices to owners of any property deemed to…
Welcome art.rox to the “dot rox” family of blogs. They’ll be writing about “art journalism outside the big media centers of New York City and…
After a week of delays and two whole days wasted on tech support calls, I was finally online. I was ready to write a damning invective criticizing Apple and an encomium praising the Computer Shoppe. I pointed my browser to my blog, when what to my wondering eyes should appear but a notice:
Your account has been suspended. Contact billing/support.
What? How could this be? Did we forget to pay the bill? I called my webhost immediately and learned that our account had been suspended because of a “massive amount” of activity on b.rox.com.
It appears that b.rox was under attack by spambots.
Without getting excessively technical, I’ll try to explain this in terms my grandma Mildred (may she rest in peace) could have understood, insofar as I even understand it myself.
When last we left our story, we were at something of an impasse. I couldn’t connect my trusty iMac to the internet. Cox said it was Apple’s problem. Apple said it was a conflict with Cox’s modem.
At Todd Kleinke’s excellent recommendation, I took my poor little iMac to the University Saturday morning and plugged it into the local network. Nothing. Damn. Not even a dynamically assigned IP, which I’d at least been getting at home.
Next stop: The Computer Shoppe.
I seem to have been consigned to the deepest circle of Internet Hell. Pity me.
Actually, I am typing this post in my own home. I’ve got internet on a computer here for the first time in over 15 months.
And yet I’m not happy. And therein lies a convoluted tale of woe.
Xy and I went to see Left Behind Wednesday night. Despite the title, it’s not based on the popular Christian fiction series. Rather, it’s a serious documentary about a serious subject: the abject failure of public education in New Orleans.
The table in my database which stores comments on this weblog has become corrupt twice over the last week; I’ve repaired it (again) so here’s…
Why is Captain Picard of the Starship Enterprise talking about my mother?
I heard a thump on the porch and went out to see the newspaper had been delivered. Ordinary enough, you say, but here’s the rub: It’s Sunday’s paper being delivered at 5 PM Saturday afternoon. I opened it up, relishing the notion of reading tomorrow’s news, but was disappointed to discover sections A, B & C are missing. I called the Times-Picayune’s automated system to report the problem, but of course they only have options for today’s paper and yesterday’s — not tomorrow’s.
I recently learned that the library here at the University has a stockpile of a few hundred educational filmstrips from the 50s and 60s. They’re…
Roy Bragg writes about NOLA bloggers (including yours truly) in the San Antonio Express-News.
Michael and I met Dave Coustan (a.k.a. the Earthling) at Finn McCool’s yesterday after work, to talk about Mid-City’s desperate thirst for WiFi. Earthlink is…
At last, an easy way to geocode Flickr pix. You can see some of my pix on a map here.
I’m proud — no, scratch that — I’m chagrined to announce the debut of Boozocracy, a new online fundraising campaign. Michael Homan and I are…