Nerds @ palmdrive

This is a personal website. Don't ask too much, you won't get too much. This website is intended to become usefull, or maybe just cool one day. Unfortunately (for the website) I got twins a few years ago and am therefore busy with other more impatient stuff. Don't get me wrong, babies are a blessing. It's just that they require a little attention from time to time and have to share my free time with the various websites I am working on.

In terms of hosting, I went for the cheapest option: My garage. My DSL line is proudly offering you a 1MB upload capability. So yes, it is a bit slow, and a slashdotting will just kill it off.

On the left, you see the main menu. You can click on the various items.

• Guestbook. Who doesn't know what a guestbook is? You can write feedback there.
• Tools. Two tools as of today:
  • Units: Want to convert temperature, length, area, volume or mass between metric and us/imperial systems? This page has been specifically designed for you.
  • Calendar: Allow you to put alerts on a specified day and receive notifications two and one week before, the day before and the due day.
• Video. As of today, a couple of tests of MPEG encoders (MPEG-2 and MPEG-4).
• Shopping. A collection of my best and worst shopping experience in the SF Bay Area.
• User-Agent. A small piece of code provided for free, to detect Browser and OS out of a User-Agent String.
• Garbage. All the stuff I didn't know where to put. Links, mostly. And all the old pages in this site that are most likely not going to be maintained anytime soon and is not directly relevant to anything I want to do with this site.
• Visits. This free counter is provided by Web Counter

Ona day Ima gonna to Detroit to a bigga hotel.  Ina morning I go down to
eat breakfast.  I tella waitress I wanna two piss's toast.  She bringa me
only one piss.  I tella her I wanna two piss ona my plate.  She says you
better no piss on the plate, you sonna bitch.  I don't even know the lady
and she call me sonna bitch.  Later I go out to eat at the bigga restaurant.  
The waitress bring me a spoon and a knife but no fock.  I tell her I wanna 
fock.  She tells me everone wanna fock.  I tell her "you no understand", I 
wanna fock on the table.  She say you better not fock on the table, you 
sonna bitch.  So I go back to my room ina hotel and there isa no shits ona 
my bed.  I calla the manager and tella him I wanna shit.  He tella me to go
to the toilet.  I say "you no understand", I wanna shit on the bed.  He say 
you better no shit ona bed, you sonna bitch.  I go to check out and the man 
at the desk say "peace to you".  I say piss on you too, you sonna bitch.  I 
gonna back to Italy.