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Cheaters 4 Life

This is something that happens nearly everyday. And yet we live with it. Cheaters are in our midst, dear friends. And I’m going to spend a few minutes to let my thoughts leave my head and enter yours.

So everyday I drive to and from work. Now that’s normal, but I am mostly troubled in the morning. I am often stuck in traffic and I can see people speeding by in the carpool lane. Now don’t get me wrong, I am all for having a carpool lane and rewarding those who are willing to sacrifice some freedom (by having to deal with multiple people in the same car) in order to conserve gas. That’s just fine. But what perturbs me is that there are those who cheat (those who are by themselves in the car). You might be one of those people, you might despise them like myself, or you might not even care. Nonetheless, I will tell you why I cannot stand them. So obviously it it unfair and worthy of outrage simply because it is breaking the law.

But even more than that, there is a saying that I either heard or made up that goes something along the lines of “whatever you do in one thing, you will do in all things”. This means that if one is patient with the small tasks, they will be more likely to be patient with other things. And likewise if one is a cheater in the small things, then they are much more likely to be a cheater in other areas.

It’s a matter of character. It’s about the fruit people! They knew it before, and it remains true simply because it is.

So I propose these thoughts to enter into your thinking and perhaps change something in your thought process: Would you want to marry someone who drives in the carpool lane? It seems maybe insignificant but one who can’t even stay true to the law won’t be the most difficult to persuade to not stay true to their love. One who isn’t patient enough to spend 15 minutes extra to wait like the rest of us is someone who will always long for the here and now. Is there remorse in their eyes? Why do they not even care? Is it even a big deal or do small things just seem insignificant to them? Well let’s be frank, insignificance is often a matter of opinion. And more and more issues will become “insignificant” as time goes on.

Evaluate everything again and remember that it’s dangerous to over think things but it’s likewise dangerous to not think at all. Be well and make some wiser choices because they mean something in the end.

*edited January 24, 2006 10:54 PM

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of my own domain. (where domain is my actual web domain that I just established)

So after much deliberation I have chosen to register my domain (goingthewongway.com) at namecheap.

Benfits of namecheap vs others:

  • include dynamic dns ability even without paying for hosting (vs dyndns charging $25/per for using your own domain)

  • can use paypal

  • pretty cheap (only $7.99 for a year with a coupon)

  • easy to use

The only downside I can see is that they are not accredited with ICANN but their parent registrar is. I have only read good things about them online, and I have found in my brief experience that it is true that they are just dandy.

Other news: updating wordpress is super easy. Those wordpress people are pretty awesome. I like their software.

Anyways, I will be creating sub domains in the future for my other applications. Stay tuned. Same wong place, same wong channel, blah blah blah. :D

Sell Your Porsche

Do you ever encounter during the normal happenings of the day that you see something that strikes you as a little bit odd? Well this morning I saw just one of those things, and it got me to thinking a little bit. A dangerous thing sometimes, I know.

I was driving to work this morning, and I saw a Porsche 911 Turbo. That’s a pretty nice car, you know? “MSRP: $122900” when I just searched for it just now. That’s a pretty hefty amount. In fact, that’s a stupendous amount. It’s the classic fast, sleek, 2-passenger, mid-life-crisis-that-some-will-admit-but-some-won’t type of car.

Why did this cause me to think anymore than the next expensive car you might ask?

This one had a whole bunch of anti-Bush bumper stickers on it.

That seemed odd to me because frankly you don’t really see that. Well, at least I don’t see that. I see old run-down cars with enough stickers on it that you think that’s the paint job that they ordered. I see nice cars with not a spot on them, let alone a nasty bumper sticker. But here was this car with things like “Obama for president” and “Worst ever”. It seems strange because it seems, based on past experience, that rich people don’t really express their views like that. Additionally, the more affluent people (and this is a generalization obviously) tend to be more Republican in nature. Interesting. Now just because I don’t believe that President Bush is the worst president ever (not with the likes of Buchanan, Johnson, and Harding having already served), but that is beside the point.

The points are this: 1) If I wanted your political opinions or stance, I would ask. 2) Don’t ruin your nice car with gross bumper stickers.

The solutions are simple (corresponding solution to afore-mentioned points): 1) Everyone should put a small “Y” or “N” on their car in a specified location depending on what the current hot topic of the day is. This can be organized by some non-profit organization in order for everyone to know what everyone feels if they really want to know. Marvelous. 2) (directed at the man with the Porsche) Buy yourself an old car to put your bumper stickers on and use the difference to actually do something. Your bumper stickers do nothing for the world except rile people up and give the bumper sticker manufacturers a larger profit.

Everything seems simple until you take every singe point of view, I guess. Oh well.

Hello world!

This is my first post from a blog that I’m hosting on my own web server. This software is pretty efficient because it was able to install in an extremely quick amount of time. I like that. I like software that works. However, I also like it when I understand what it’s doing. It’s just my thing.