Crickets Chirping

Today marks the official death of WebTaggers. Docs have been filed in accordance with Deleware state law to make it so. 

One of these days I’ll write a story about my experiences there.  Craig, my (fraternal) twin brother, Rudy Rouhana and I started this company in mid-1999 and convinced the newly-formed AVLabs to fund it.  The idea was simple: post-it notes for the web.  Make money by selling targeted ads. With $1M of seed funding we set out to make ourselves wealthy off of the Internet.  Almost exactly one year later it had to be shut down.  We couldn’t get anyone to invest after the dot-com crash.   The process of shutting it down wasn’t as clean as it could have been.  In fact, several people involved in both stages of the company’s existence and demise have said pulling the plug was much more difficult than getting it funded in the first place. 

You could probably tell this exact same story a thousand times and all you’d have to do is change the names.

This gives me an idea.

You know how they have the Society for Creative Anachronism?  They’re the geeks who get dressed up like knights and hit eachother with padded Claymore replicas, revitalizing traditions of yore.  Then there’s also the Civil War Re-enactment nut-jobs, but unelss you live below the Mason-Dixon line you probably aren’t familiar with them. 

What about starting a Society for Creative Capitalism?  Everyone pretends it’s 1999. We could rent out Moscone Center in San Francisco, make up some imaginary (or real, but since mothballed) company to work for (as a Technology Evangelist!) and have a high old time.  Instead of jousting or shooting cannons at eachother, we could see who can draft the most powerful Non-Binding Letter of Intent.  Instead of selling antiquated hand-bound books at your booth, you could sell old copies of  ATG Dynamo or Oracle 8i.

Maybe not.

We (guys from work) just got back from lunch at Rach 616 off of west 6th street.  The First Lady was there eating with some other people I didn’t recognize.  Government security agents were parked along the street, stading around with wires coming out of their ears, and sitting around the restaurant in conspicuously casual dress.  The funny thing is none of us realized this until after we’d sat down and ordered our food.  I really wanted to tell the waiter to take an alcoholic beverage over to Jenna and tell her it was from the three fine looking, legally adult gentlemen over by the corner window. 

I think those Old Navy commercials are getting to me.  I dreamt I was watching the Brady Bunch.  Everything was just like the real show, except the two youngest kids were aliens.  Green, scaly, leathery skinned, yellow eyed, aliens with claws and lots of sharp pointy teeth.  The episode revolved around Bobby, who got caught playing with dolls when Greg barged into his room looking for something.  I should clarify: the aliens dressed just like the normal Brady kids, and even had the same hair cuts.  Cindy Alien had the normal Cindy curly hair.  Bobby Alien had the perm.  They looked like they were wearing wigs.

The dolls that Bobby was playing with were little aliens too and Greg was teasing Bobby about how they looked stupid just like him.

[This is a re-post of a story from my old radio weblog] I’m not a big star wars fan. I saw the first three movies way back when, but I’m not into these new (old) episodes that Lucas has thrust upon us. So here goes my analysis of the Death Star scene in Empire Strikes Back (T-Roy corrected me on this) Star Wars: You’ve got this big round Ovum of a Death Star (death/birth symbolism by contrast) under assault by a bunch of X-Wing and Y-Wing fighters. The chromosomal references seem more than accidental; only one of the little white-colored boys needs to penetrate the Egg’s defenses. Then the scene progresses towards the climax, coaxed by the subtle interplay of phrases like “Stay on target” alternating with the sounds of Darth’s heavy breathing. For me, the real clencher is when one of the other pilots screams out “Luke! Pull out before it’s too late!”

Sex	Star Wars

I mean, it just can’t be accidental.

I’ve had a headache since last friday, around 2:30 in the afternoon.  I don’t know what’s causing it but I’m eating advil like they’re M&M’s. The nausea isn’t so bad as it was friday night but I still feel a little woozy when I turn my head too quickly.  I’ve never had a migraine before, but  I think that’s what this is. 

I never knew there were so many reseach and support organizations for people who suffer from headaches.