the apotheonic Internet celebrity report

I Google-stalked myself and stumbled thereby across me, in syndication. There's something vaguely amusing about that. The website itself from which that is drawn has had 240 unique visitors this month as of the ninth, which ain't bad considering the currently most interesting part has only been in existence for a few days.

Google now shows 132,000 hits for apotheon, and if the statistical density of direct references to me from my survey of more than 600 pages of hits a year or so ago still holds, more than 99.99% of that is me. On a scale of 0-10, my Google page ranking gets up to 4 on my top-ranked hit. Roughly the same statistics seem to hold true for my legal name, but scaled down by a factor of about ten. I show 11,100 hits for that.

The real surprise, though, is that one of my weblogs has a page rank of 8. I'm sure that's due in large part to the number of links to it through an IT professionals' online resource that buys articles from me.

I randomly decided to do a search for the term integrity auditing and was pleased to find one of my articles as the top hit. The next-highest site hit, oddly enough, was another of my articles, several paragraphs of which had been copied to some other website with a link to the full article. Whee. Gotta love it. I get a warm fuzzy feeling from the fact that people find this stuff useful.

In the end, that's the part of this that makes me happiest: people are reading and using the information I'm publishing online. It's actually doing some good for people whose existence has never even crossed my radar. The money's nice, too, though. Now, if only I could come up with a way to make real money off SOB as well. . . .

Comcast customer support wins and loses.

My cable went out today.

I was reading a Wikipedia article about disemvoweling, and clicked on a link at the bottom of the article to something else in Wikipedia. It wouldn't load. I tried another Wikipedia article, and that too would not load. I tried loading one of my own websites in the browser: no dice.

I turned on the TV. Snow. Lots of snow. A staticky noise from the television's speaker. No cable.

I thought about the fact that I just paid my cable bill, so that couldn't be it unless someone screwed something up. I called Comcast customer service to ask about it.

It turns out there was an outage in my area. I was told there were already technicians in the area to deal with it, and that it shouldn't be out for more than about two hours.

About five minutes later, it was working again.

The customer service representative was friendly and helpful. She credited me a full day's charges for cable. I was more than pleased with the service, especially in light of the fact that I got credited a full day's charges for what turned out to be a mere ten minutes of outage (give or take) and the whole process was thoroughly painless.

Well, almost the whole thing. There was one major failure.

The Comcast telephone customer support system starts out by playing a recorded voice saying that they'd appreciate callers taking a brief telephone survey after receiving service to comment on the service received. I asked to be redirected to this survey by the representative so I could report on how helpful she was. She seemed pleased with that, and asked me to hold for a moment while I was transferred.

She screwed up the telephone transfer. I never got through to the survey. How ironic: she got the service right, and screwed up the part that would have had her on record as being appreciated by a customer. I guess, if they're going to screw up, it's best that they not screw up on the part that actually involves helping the customer. It's just not what I expected at all.

By the way, I finally wrote that thing about feminism.
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the dangers of cooking

(17:48:52) @: Be afraid. Be very afraid. I'm baking chicken.
(17:49:04) nelliebelle: lol
(17:49:11) nelliebelle: why should i be afraid? is it still alive or something?
(17:49:13) @: Yes, I -- I -- am cooking. Me.
(17:49:22) @: Hide the children.
(17:49:28) @: Avert your eyes.
(17:49:32) @: Chad is using the kitchen.

In other news, as nelliebelle requested, I'm planning on writing an entry about feminism soon. It won't be here, though. You'll have to cruise on over to the recursive extropian linguistic therapy hermitage for that when it's done. That, or add its RSS feed to your friends list.

Once in a while, I succumb to these things.

The Avoidant
You scored 47% Security, 52% Avoidance, and 35% Anxiousness!
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My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 40% on Security
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You scored higher than 72% on Avoidance
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You scored higher than 24% on Anxiousness
Link: The Sullivan Attachment Style Test written by pretentiaahoy on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

subject matter

Tell me what (specific) topic you'd like to see me address in a post.

EDIT: . . . and if you know why all the text on my friends page suddenly became red, I'd like you to tell me that, too.

Woohoo! Money!

Apparently, I've gotten a "raise".

The last couple of checks I've received for published tech articles are for amounts $50 more than previous articles. This does not bother me, to say the least.

I'm currently about hip-deep in writing an article about common failings in system security (pretty much OS-agnostic, though of course it does make some comparisons/contrasts between security characteristics of various OS architectures in the course of explaining some of these failings) and how to avoid making such mistakes. My editor at TechRepublic has said that they tend to prefer articles around 1500 words long, though longer (say, 3500 words, perhaps) can be published as multi-page articles as well. I'm only about half-done with this one (at most) I think, and I'm already almost 3500 words into it, so I've asked for some feedback from the editor about possibly breaking it up into pieces to be published as a series.

At this rate, I might end up achieving my pseudo-serious career goal of roughly five years ago — to become a syndicated columnist and never have to "work" again — almost completely by accident. Yay me.

By the way, if anyone has need of my l33t ninja skillz, y0, I am again selling my (information technology and linguistic) skills on the open market. Web development projects welcome. I think I've even got a digital graphic designer or two on tap in case their services are needed.
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    Tool - Reverend Maynard's Sermon


I've decided to make lives difficult by adding yet another URL for some of you to monitor if you want to see everything I have to say. After long contemplation of the situation, regarding what people tend to like to read here at LiveJournal, I figured I should just separate the longer, more contemplative stuff from the rest of the material I post here.

I'll still be posting less "heavy" stuff here, of course, but the things most people don't want to read will henceforth be located at SOB. If you're dedicated enough to sit through my longer rambles, you're dedicated enough to keep track of the URL (edit: or smart enough to add the RSS feed to your LJ friends page). If not, you get what you want here: shorter and lighter reading.


Busy like a bee.

I'm working on an interface mock-up for a comprehensive content management system as part of an open source project into which I've been drafted. In an email to the project mailing list today, the guy who started this whole thing referred to me as the "co-chair" of the project. I guess I should have expected that, since I've given more direction to this project than anyone else so far except him and our "patron".

Other stuff has been going on as well, of course. That's probably the most interesting item, though.