I don't think I've mentioned this before.

I have a moral dilemma to pose for my readers.

Now, before I get too far, yes, this is directly applicable to my life, but, no, I'm not going into details on that. I've generalized the scenario to protect the innocent, and me.

When I read that title on Australian IT News, I hope I'm not the only one who suddenly pictured a man in a business suit being chased through the jungle by big game hunters.

Actually, come to think of it, that wouldn't make a bad video game. I bet it would sell to a lot of mailroom and IT guys!

A couple of months ago, Wired Magazine ran an article on How To Make Your Own Glowstick. What strikes me about this is that, since you're making it yourself, you could pour it into any shaped, sealable container. So, you could pour it into, say, spheres or an empty honey bear.
It looks like so much fun, I might just try it myself.

As a result of my ranking in Google, I occasionally get silly spam.

This morning, for instance, I got this e-mail:

Let me know if you're looking to get a higher listing with search engines. I can send you the details first, just let me know how you would like to communicate.
Sincerely,
(insert marketer's name here.)

I responded with:

Higher than what? I'm already the number one hit on Google for Network Geek. After all, how was it that you found me to try and sell to me?

So, I figured it was about time for another hardcore geek post.

No.

At least, not according to Bruce Schneier:

Q: All ethics aside, do you think you could make more money obtaining sensitive information about high net worth individuals and using blackmail/extortion to get money from them, instead of writing books, founding companies, etc.?

I have learned to accept certain things about my life.

I accept that I will never have children of my own.
I very much wanted them and I know I would have made a good father, but it just doesn't seem to be in the cards for me. So, I'll be Uncle Jim to all my friends' kids. I'll have toys at my house and be the cool, pseudo-uncle that they all love to come visit. And, until they breed, I'll be the best uncle I can be to my own niece and nephews.

No, not ghosts, spirits.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my new medicine really should preclude me from drinking, but when I saw this article about a Japanese single-malt whiskey distiller, I was fascinated. Check out that, and the website it appeared on, Nonjatta. It's like Scotch, with all the same anal-retentive attention to detail, but from Japan.

I love Men's Health cooking recipes.