Month: October 2003 (page 5 of 10)

Oh yeah, it’s on. Tonight at 7:30 pm – USA vs. Scotland. Go Eagles! Anybody in Sydney want to meet me at the pub for this one?

Update: Poo. I can’t find anybody to go with and the Snook’s busy with his workmates tonight. This is a sign that I should go back to my original plan of going to the gym instead of drinking beer.

You know how you meet people and you have a conversation and afterwards you think, “Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I liked them! We had fun! I think they liked me,” but then later you start obsessing over everything you said and you become more and more certain that you made a big ass out of yourself? Yeah, I had my second interview today. *crossing fingers*

I spent the morning working on the invitation for our upcoming Halloween Housewarming Party. Check it out:

Invitation

Location and phone number blurred to frustrate would-be stalkers. Not that you’ll recognize me and the Snook in our super-duper top-secret costumes! (The pirate idea has fallen by the wayside.)

Big Read – the 100 best beloved books in Britain. Roald Dahl is on this list four times! The only authors with as many mentions are Dickens (tops with five), Pratchett, Rowling, and Jacqueline Wilson. (I’ve never heard of her; have any of you read any of her stuff?) By my count I’ve read 38 of these. I have a perverse desire to go through in alphabetical order and cross them all off. It’d probably take years. Anybody want to join me?

Iron Chef has finally started Down Under and the Snook and I are stoked. I wonder what he’ll make of this Iron Chef Fan Fic though…

As penance for being a naughty knitter, I submitted myself to Pump class this morning. Now I feel as awful on the outside as I do on the inside!

The road to hell is paved with best intentions.
Knitting is supposed to be fun, right? Not this week. I have become embroiled in a scandal involving two knitting mailing lists, a major knitting magazine, and a craft board. Let’s see if I can recap this coherently. (Names are, of course, obscured to protect the innocent – not that there are any.)

It all started when one person, I’ll call her B, sent a forward to the knitting list I’m on. It was a cute little humorous piece which B was forwarding on from another list. She also said that it had been written and posted by A, and that A had given her permission to forward it on to us. I took that to mean that the piece was in the public domain, since it had already been forwarded to two separate mailing lists apparently with the author’s blessing. It turns out that was a slight mistake on my part, but it’s fairly understandable, don’t you think? When you get a forward, you assume that you’re safe to pass it along.

Anyway, I posted the text on a craft board I belong to, of course crediting it to A and mentioning that I’d gotten it from my knitting list. The next day another person, C, e-mailed me asking where it had come from. C’s e-mail address indicated that she worked for a prominent knitting magazine, so I was eager to help. I was happy to think that I might be helping A to get her great work published. I replied to C explaining that I had gotten it on a list from B, who in turn had gotten it from a list from the author A. Then I e-mailed B to let her know that someone was trying to track down A. B wrote me back and said she’d heard from them and that she’d be happy to hook them up with A. She also mentioned that she’d contact A and let them know that the knitting magazine was interested. That’s when the shit hit the fan.It turns out that A had actually already submitted the piece to the knitting magazine as “unpublished” and wasn’t supposed to share it with anybody. C had spotted it on the craft board and wanted to track down how many knitters had actually seen it before her magazine paid for it. A was pissed and evidently gave B hell, because B posted a long screed to our mailing list about the importance of copyright and how A, a free-lance writer, was going to be hurt by the fact that her text had suddenly appeared “all over the Internet”. In damage control mode, I quickly deleted the post from the craft board and all references to it on w-g. I even e-mailed Google and asked them to purge it from their cache. I felt like a complete ass.

Today I got another message from C apologizing for getting me into trouble. That was appreciated. She pointed out that what I’d done was an honest mistake and I shouldn’t beat myself up over it. More importantly, she made me realize that I’m not the ultimate one to blame – A is. A wasn’t upset that her piece was getting circulated; she was upset that the magazine had discovered that she’d shared it at all. I was merely the last link in a chain and ultimately it was A’s responsibility not to put it out there in the first place, especially if she’d represented it to the magazine as “unpublished.” So that made me feel a little bit better. I mean, even if I hadn’t posted the text elsewhere, C just as easily could have been a member of either of the first two mailing lists and found out that way.

The final chapter: B e-mailed me today to let me know that the magazine has accepted the piece anyway. Whew. Now I’m going to go crawl in a hole and hide.

Another nailbiter baseball game… Go Red Sox! Man, I wish I could watch or listen to this. ESPN’s GameTracker is nice, but following on a little Java scoreboard is pretty emotionless.

Update: Damn it. Apparently the stupid GameTracker is way behind the actual game, because as I was following along nervously in the 10th inning I suddenly noticed that the little scoreboard ticker showed a final score of 6-5 Yankees. Bastards! They spoiled what little suspense I had!

iTunes for Windows is now available as a free download, which means all you American PC lusers can now purchase music from the iTunes music store to your hearts’ content while we loyal Apple fans that happen to live overseas cannot. Not that I’m bitter or anything.

Watching the Cubs game and crossing my fingers… and HEY! Apparently that guy who interfered on the foul ball yesterday went to Notre Dame. He’s my age too, which means that conceivably he was in my graduating class! I don’t recognize the name though. Research is required.