Been busy lately…

…Hence the quietness.

We’ve got a new bathroom, we’re in the middle of having a new kitchen installed. My mother-in-law is over on holiday from California. Alex has had his fourth birthday, with associated parties. I’ve been working hard on a great project at a client during the day, and working hard on a stock control and order management system for Marott in the evenings. Blogging has kind of fallen by the wayside, as have the quick reviews, and they are likely to remain so for the foreseeable future.

In the meantime, I’m stocking up huge amounts of dissatisfcation with my current site design, and will thus have a heap of new ideas to unleash during the annual redesign around August.

I’d like to take a moment, though, to drool over the @Media conference on Web Standards and Accessibility in June. Jeffrey Zeldman, Joe Clark, Douglas Bowman, Molly Holzschlag, and many others.

Droooooool

There, that’s better.

Am I causing comment spam?

Having been tempted by Rands’ introduction to home poker games, I played in my first game a couple of weeks ago. (Yeah, I bought myself a decent set of chips. They lend a certain atmosphere to the game.) Interest was high amongst the gang, and it looks like we’ll be playing again soon.

I’m learning more about the game from various web sites and books, and yesterday evening I signed up with an on-line poker room (Empire Poker) and played at a “play money” table for an hour or so. I caught a few lucky breaks (like pocket aces turning into trips on the flop, earning me a sweet little pot) and I enjoyed it. The pace was just right for me to pay attention to the betting with one eye, and catch up on my RSS feeds with the other.

However, as I was turning in for bed, I mentioned to Abi what I had been doing.

“Oh no,” she said, dripping disapproval, “you didn’t, did you? Now I’ll never be rid of them.”

“What?”

Comment spammers. Advertising their poker sites. We hates them, precious. All of them. I just spent ages cleaning up their crap, and now you’re off encouraging them.”

I was deflated.

Poker sites generally don’t do comment spamming themselves. Most of the spam is a by-product of their affiliate and referral schemes. For example, if site X sends a visitor to poker site Y, and that visitor signs up for an account, then site X gets a referral fee. (The player might have to hang around and drop a certain amount of cash before the fee is paid, but that’s the general idea.) Comment spammers these days are often individual operators who set up disposable referral gateway web sites. These are the sites that get linked to in comment spam; the idea being to steer people to the actual poker site via these gateways, thus generating referral income for the spammer on the pass-through.

By signing up for a poker room (albeit via an established and respectable poker site rather than a link farm), I am contributing to the success of gambling web sites in general, validating their business model, and thus contributing to the daily flood of junk that still makes it past MT-Blacklist.

Bummer.

At a company induction session a year or so ago, one of my fellow inductees was talking about how she’d bought a variety of “herbal remedies” from a junk email she’d received. I clearly remember having to restrain myself from jumping up and shouting, “It’s you! You’re the one in a thousand who actually buys stuff from those assholes and makes it worth their while!”

Have the tables been turned now? Am I now the bad guy? What is the moral difference between responding to a spam link, and buying a product or a service from an industry sector that comment spammers use as a springboard for their slimy techniques?

If my doctor were to prescribe me viagra, to what extent would I supporting the email spammers who bombard me with dozens of messages every day?

I have a credit card. How much responsibility do I have for the flood of credit card offers that arrive through snail mail?

I work actively to keep this blog and the rest of our site free from spam, abusive comments, and other junk. I like to think that I’m doing my bit to keep link spam from being a profitable or productive enterprise. Does this square away with playing the occasional game of on-line poker?

Poopy can fly!

There are some things you really don’t want to hear your three-year-old son say to you over the phone when you’re on holiday three thousand miles away, and your parents are graciously taking care of the roost for a few days. “Poopy can fly!” is high up on that list.

Fortunately, this isn’t nearly as bad as it sounds. Alex loves playing Super Smash Bros. Melee on the Gamecube, and “Poopy” is just what he calls “Kirby”, one of the characters in the game. (If we correct him, he’ll say the name correctly a few times, and then revert to Poopy. I wonder if Kirby’s pink, blob-like appearance has anything to do with it…and then I wonder what they’re feeding him at nursery.)

Apart from that minor heart-stopper, we had a fantastic time on holiday in Boston. We flew out on Thursday, and came back Sunday overnight. While we were there we shopped a lot, walked a lot, ate a lot, and lost sensation in our faces on several occasions. (Early mornings are cold.) On Friday morning we unwittingly walked into the middle of Filene’s Bridal Gown sale. Then while Abi was shopping for paper in the afternoon, she found herself chatting to a member of staff who had, by stunning coincidence, just visited her bookbinding site just the previous evening. And this was just minutes before we met up with Keith Martin for hot drinks and a wander through Harvard…proof, if we needed it, that the world is definitely getting smaller.

Martin, Abi and Keith in Tealuxe in Harvard

Keith and I might have met two years ago at a Toad the Wet Sprocket gig, but we didn’t connect until afterwards, and we’ve been keeping an eye on each other’s blogs since then. It was great to see him in person at last, even if he did forget to wear black.

The rest of the weekend was relaxed and relaxing. It was lovely to be able to wake up early in the morning, and not have to rush up to handle the kids. On the other hand, we missed them a lot. Every time we’d see a parent walk by with a toddler or a baby we’d squeeze each other’s hand and smile and wish (momentarily) that we had Alex and Fiona with us. Then the moment would pass, and we’d realise that we were FREE FREE NO MORE NAPPIES AND POINTLESS TANTRUMS FOR A FEW DAYS WOOHOO.

It was a good weekend.

Boston 2005

Abi and I are off to Boston (MA) on Thursday, for a short weekend break. That’s right, just Abi and I. It’ll only be the second time that we’ll have been away from Fiona for an overnight trip, and it’s the longest that we’ll ever have both been away from Alex. I was on Boston for a few days back in 2003, and Abi attended a bookbinding convention that same year, but apart from those isolated occasions, we have never been apart from the kids for anything more than a very rare overnight stay.

It’s going to be good, but it’s going to be strange. I’m looking forward to the plane trip (I love travelling–being on the move), and to hanging out in Boston again, which is a lovely city. Staying in a hotel, eating out, sightseeing and shopping–it’s all going to be great.

Spending that much time alone again just with Abi is going to be good, too. I know it will be nothing like it, but somehow our first trip to Rome together keeps popping into my mind. That was a great holiday. We saw the sights, we ate wonderful food, and we spent a lot of time sheltering from the afternoon heat in our cool hotel room, reading books, and munching on fruit, bread, and meat bought from the nearby alimentari. (I very clearly remember reading Mike Resnick’s Second Contact and Greg Bear’s Darwin’s Radio.)

But I’m also feeling terribly anxious about leaving the kids behind. They’ll be with their grandma & granda, so they’ll have a wonderful time. But still. Abi and I have got out of the habit of being away from them. We let each other have evenings off, but we only rarely get someone to babysit so we can both have an evening out together. It seems that recently we’ve both been so absorbed in our own housebound activities (bookbinding, computing, etc.) that we haven’t had much interest in “just” going out.

Well, Boston will certainly shake us up a bit. We’re also likely to freeze our asses off. Romantic weekend away in Boston…in February? Brrr….