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  • Ooo Dreamy

    I’m in the process of transitioning over to Dreamhost. There are several reasons why:

    1. Damn! – They have a great deal for the bandwidth, space and scripting possibilities.
    2. Rudy on Rails – I’ve been eyeing it for some time, but if I don’t have a host that allows it, what’s the point?
    3. Attune to Customers Needs and Knowledge. – Now this is something unexpected. I originally signed up for the 1st 2 reasons. But as I was learning about how they do business I found they go to lengths to understand their customers expectations really well. Just look at these 2 options in their contact form they understand how to respond, when to respond, and maybe…just maybe they get the customer to chuckle:

    Please select the type of this request:

    • Just a casual question, comment, idea, suggestion.
    • I need some help but it’s not super time-sensitive.
    • I can’t get things done until I hear back from you, please reply asap.
    • Things are broken and I’d like them not to be!
    • OMG! EXTREME CRITICAL EMERGENCY!! EVERYTHING’S BROKEN! People are DYING!

    Please select your general expertise in the area of this request:

    • Please explain everything to me very carefully.
    • I do know some stuff, but please don’t assume too much.
    • Overall I know my stuff, but I’m a little shaky in this area.
    • I have a good understanding of this stuff.
    • Not to be rude, but I probably know more about this than you!

    Nice!

  • Trees Organic Cafe

    Come down to Tree’s Organic Cafe, 8pm, 450 Granville, and listen to me with the Blue Morris 6. Great pie; great coffee; great music. All we ask for is tips.

  • Face

    I’ve done it again!
    I was busy.
    I had no time.
    I could have been doing countless other things.
    I should have been working.
    I said I wasn’t going to.
    Throw it all out.
    I’ve done it.
    It’s different.
    Yet the same.
    Thoughts?
    ( those reading my rss, you’ll have to come by for a visit ).

  • I’m A Poet

    Could be the sleep deprivation. Could be the crazy gene waking up. Who knows. I decided to modernize an old poem about unlikely poets.

    I’m A Poet
    I don’t know it
    My Feet show it
    They’re Longfellows
    And they smell like the Dickens
    Booooyyyyyyd!

  • Squid-who? Squid-me. Squidoo.

    As time progresses, I add in new tools. Lately del.icio.us has become the keeper of my bookmarks and last.fm the keeper of my music. I didn’t want to bog my own blog down with too many sources, but I figured some people might like to see all of this in one quick snapshot. So…bring in a new tool: Squidoo. My topic, simply me.

    Right now I’m not that interesting…according to the stats, I’m ranked 11,706 3,442 (update: since I posted this I’ve shot up tremendously in rank. Yeah!) . So I encourage visitors. I don’t care to be 1 but maybe a 3 digit ranking like 400ish, would be nice. Want to get a snapshot of me? Visit my lens, http://www.squidoo.com/tumbleweed/