For those who find the grocery store (and stores in general) claustrophobic and frightening like myself, I recommend waferbaby’s how to survive the grocery store.

There is a special place in hell for a browser that reloads a page every time the user resizes their window (try building a web-based application on this rickety platform). Netscape will soon take it’s place in that special place. Netscape 4 has less than 10% of the user base and the number is dwindling fast. I will not miss it.

While many would correctly assert that Netscape died when Internet Explorer 4.0 was released, it’s good to see Netscape admit it themselves. They have announced that “We’re in Media, Not Browser Business Now“. Shut up and die.

Old school computer columnist John C. Dvorak’s The Myth of Broadband looks at the idea that broadband doesn’t matter until most users have it. Right now, they don’t.

On the bright side, a dialup connection is much better now than it was two years ago. I don’t know if it’s hardware, software, or phone lines, but I remember not being able to listen to any useful streaming audio over a modem. Now a decent 56K dialup can sustain high-quality audio.

aov continues to be dialup friendly. Our frontpage varies in size, but is usually between 20K – 30Kb.

Try this:

1. Go to a Pontiac dealership.
2. Find a dealer-man.
3. Say, with a furrowed brow, “I’m looking for a car. It needs to be able to climb a mountain. I’m looking for something with a tent and a fridge. Got anything like that?”
4. Enjoy elated dealer-man as he realizes he may be able to actually sell an Aztek!
5. Take it for a test drive.
6. Return it, stating that it won’t suffice as you need something with a parachute and toaster oven.
7. Giggle and run away.

I’m off to see U2 in Montreal. Back in three days with details.

Update:
excellent conversation, pseudo-review, and setlist

It’s spring clean up time in Charlottetown and that means crap on the streets. It doesn’t bother me so much, but a lot of people are understandably pissed of at how long it’s taking the city to pick up the many piles of leaves, rusty fridges, and other assorted eyesores.

In one situation, a woman’s daughter was getting married and she particularly concerned about the rubbish on her street as she would be entertaining at her house. She called her city councillor, who called the garbage people, who picked up some of it. Still, there was enough stuff let on the street to cramp the style of a good wedding party.

What’s a good city councillor to do? He, his wife, and his youngest son get a truck and clean up the street themselves in time for the wedding. There were no cameras or reporters. He didn’t even tell anyone he did it.

While I am not the son who helped him with the trash, the city Councillor is my father, Bruce Garrity. Sure, he may double-click on web links (all the time!), but this genuinely impressed me.