The Big DumpTruck

Throwing Little Thought Pebbles at Your Windshield Since 1996

Month: March, 2004

Cancelled My Old Account

Ahh, bittersweet moment. I love the new hosting company – my page loads lightening fast (from where I sit) but I’m kind of sad to bid adieu to my hold hosting company. The owner and I go way way back to the world of BBSes from back in the late 80s, and I’ve been a customer of his since at least 1996.

But times change, and I couldn’t afford to keep paying higher prices for less storage space just because I like the owner of the company. Anyway, in case he’s reading this (he used to): it wasn’t you, it was my wallet.


Wow, we’re #1?

Just saw the news report that Massachusetts tops the “State Technology and Science Index,” scoring over 80 out of 100 (in what, I don’t know) according to the Milken Institute, which conducted the study.

If we’re number one, and the job outlook is horrific here, it must be a black hole in other states. Yes, I’m happy to have this contract job, but it’s not like the full time jobs with benefits are being shoved in my face they way they were, oh, 6 years ago. I mean, recruiters used to call all the time. I was wanted; I was loved. But I got kicked to the curb in January 2002 and it’s been one big pile of nothing ever since. Mr. Dump says it’s the same for people in his field.

So if we’re number one, I’m scared for numbers 2 through 50.


Freak Me Out, Man

Okay, if you read regularly, and you read the old site this past weekend, I made my standard “Oh, Junior rode his bike so it’s going to snow in the next couple of days” ha ha joke. Flurries this morning. I nearly ran screaming back into the house.

Maybe that would have been a good idea. I think I’m a cool, with-it kind of mom who can handle kids pretty well. I volunteered for the kindergarten field trip to…the grocery store. There were 38 5 and 6 year olds from two classes, and while it always sounded like a sitcom cliche, but the time it was all over, I actually had a pounding headache.

The coolest thing was that they took the class photos in and had the bakery department turn them into those sugar photos for the top of cakes, and the kids had that (and pineapple) for a snack in the cafe section. Junior got to eat his own head! Okay, so *I* thought it was funny!


Hmmm. I’m still getting the old server

Looks like this DNS thing is taking its time. I’m still getting this page, instead of the new one.



I am going to push through the new DNS server address for my site move. This change may take 24 or more hours to wind it’s way through Internetland.

If things don’t work right, the new DNS server ID is going to be

If you use that address, you will see the draft version of a new template, and none of the historical content for the Dump. This will be fixed as soon as the change takes place. And remember, my email may be flukey for a bit as well.

See you later, alligator!


Crappy Book Report

I’m not even done with the book yet and I want to give a crappy review to it. Why do I keep reading it? I don’t know. I just keep thinkging that at some point it will get better and things will be clearer to me. There was an improvement at one point, and I thought I was right, but then we went into that whole “what the hell is this all about” thing again.

I’m not giving the title because I don’t want people to know I’m reading a crappy <whisper> romance novel, </whisper> but I’m working my way through the pile of books by the bed and this was next on the list.

So anyway, look, it’s not mysterious if nobody can figure out what the hell is going on. I’m your audience. Do me a favor and not alienate me, ‘kay? I think it’s just a bit worse than the book with the crocheted underwear. That was amusing. This is annoying.

p.s Junior rode his bike again today. We should have snow by Tuesday.


Looking for Avon Walk Support

Okay kids, my sister is doing the three-day Avon Walk for Breast Cancer in Boston this year, and your support would be unbelievable. Click on the link below to donate any amount. She’s walking in honor of my aunt, she of the amazing green pepper chicken thigh recipe.

It’s tax deductible and it’s for an excellent cause. Plus, if enough of you donate, my sister will think I’m far more popular than I really am. And you know, that’s what’s important!


My Commenting Software

Okay point taken in the comments of the entry below this one. My commenting software leaves something to be desired.

Here’s the thing: the people who created it don’t exist anymore, so there’s no support (or wasn’t, last time I checked) and I’m not a pro PHP programmer. But the key is that I’m not dependent on somebody else’s server to control my comments – they live on my server, so if I’m up, they’re up, etc. etc.

I need to find new commenting software. I promise, I’ll look into it. I just need to find something And Jody-friendly.

This is a bigger issue for me right now because I’m moving hosts, possibly this weekend, and I haven’t been able to get the comments to work yet on the new server. It’s a whole paths thing, that I’m sure I can work out, I just haven’t had the time.

Anyway, that’s your head’s up that for a brief time, we will be in flux between the two servers. I have no idea how it will affect my mail, so your best bet for reaching me once I tell you I’m flipping the switch, is to leave a comment. I’d post the DNS address for the new server here, but I don’t want you guys using that yet, as that site isn’t up-to-date, etc. So keep yer pants on!

And if you use Blogger and have good commenting software, don’t be a stranger!


Ode to Spring

Ha! I’ll bet you were expecting a sonnet or something! Well the joke’s on you! I couldn’t write a decent sonnet right now if you paid me. Well, okay, maybe if you paid me I could put a little effort into it and come up with something.

So ignore that whole first paragraph. And the title of this entry. I’ll try to write a haiku for you by the end of the day.


I Love the Night Life, I Love to Boogie

Okay, not really. Am I getting old? I don’t like to stay up late anymore. If I’m not cozied up in bed by ten, I feel like I’m going to be a miserable wreck in the morning. I thought the older you got, the less sleep you need.

I think I’m reverting to needing my original 20 hours of sleep a day, you know, like I did as a newborn.