Andrew Smith

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While attempting to install PHP on my Mac, I got a rather interesting warning message from the Terminal.

We trust you have received the usual lecture from the local System Administrator.
It usually boils down to these three things:

    #1) Respect the privacy of others.
    #2) Think before you type.
    #3) With great power comes great responsibility.

Looks like UNIX has some personality. Honestly, I have no idea what I’m doing. But the bit about the “usual lecture from the local System Administrator” makes me laugh. Forgive me, Mac OS X, for I have sinned!

Well, here I am again, typing into this <textarea>, ready to shout a loud “Hello, Internet, remember me?” and listen for the responding echo.

If it was yesterday I would say that I last posted on this blog three months ago. I guess that makes yesterday my (rather accurately put) three-month slackiversarry. It’s a shame I didn’t celebrate; I could have had cake, or sponsored a parade or something

Oh wait.

Three months since I last posted something?! That’s a bad thing!

But not as bad as you might think. I mean, in the time you would have wasted reading my blog, you probably now have done a myriad of more interesting and exciting things, like catching up on your taxes, saving buildings from burning babies, commiting yourself to the ideals of modern Astronomical research, or maybe even participating in a ’round-the-block-dash while carrying a watermelon over your head. The possibilities are endless, really, and I’m sure my former readers have made the transition from feeling bitterly bereaved and betrayed by my lack of posting, to blissfull, euphoric sociological progress quite gracefully.

However, for those of you who feel emotionally scarred by my lack of activity on the blog, you may rest assured that your chronic depression is quickly coming to an end. Your tear-stained pillowcases can now be conveniently sent off to the cleaners. You’re broken hearts can be mended. You can now pick up the pieces of your life again, and live with confidence that Andrew Has Posted Something. Ahh, the relief! Life is sweet again!

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Click here, then find paragraph two, sentence two, words nine and ten.

By now you should realize that’s my name, and hopefully the more clever of you have deduced I’ve been busy working on the project. Anyway, TechCrunch gave this project some great press.

Be notified when it launches. For real.

Andrew out.

There are two words that describe The Fray’s performance pretty well: it rocked. They played nearly all the songs on their album, as well as a cover of The Beatles’ Eleanor Rigby, and tasteful performance of “Summertime” (that one Jazz song) played solo style (i.e., lead singer and piano). You could also see them fairly up close. Enough to recognize their faces.

However, I don’t have anything good to say about the venue itself, or what we (meaning myself and my two sisters) had to go through in order to see The Fray perform.

Complaint the first
I live in Arizona. I live near Phoenix. Which, by implication, means that it is normally hot in the Summer. Apparently, there were a lot of people who wanted to see the Fray, which, by implication, means that the line to the theater was, well, very long. By now the more observant of you will have deduced that my sisters and I stood in line while the sun, even as it was on its way to set (think late afternoon), broiled us to a crisp, tasty delight.

We stood. We talked. We sweated. Repeat.

Of course, it’s unreasonable to blame the theatre for the temperature outside, so I won’t do that.

Complaint the second
The auditorium, if you can call it that, was really a large, rectangular room, complete with concrete floor and a very poignant lack of seating. If you squeezed people together so there was a minimum amount of two inches between them, you could probably fit four hundred people in the room. And that’s what they did.

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