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.
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A lively case was in progress in the District Court at Lick Skillet. Judge
Flannery was presiding, and on the witness stand was Tush Bumpass.
	"From where ah was standin'", drawled Tush, "Ah could see he'd
backed 'er up agin' thet there wall, and ef Ah ever sawed a screwin' match,
thet one wuz!"
	"Mr. Bumpass," the Judge interrupted, "I'd prefer that you not use
the word 'screw' in the courtroom. Say 'intercourse' instead."
	Tush looked puzzled. "Intercourse?  Whut's thet, Judge?"
	His Honor sighed.  "It's a technicality of language that you're
probably not aware of.  Never mind.  Please continue."
	"Well, like ah said, he had 'er shoved up agin' thet wall, an' he
was... uh... intercoursin' 'er, an' he give 'er the crossjostle, the Chicago
Stroke, an she let out with a holler thet..."
	"One moment," interrupted the Bench. "What is this, ah, Chicago
Stroke, Mr. Bumpass?"
	"Well, thet's a technicality of screwin', Judge, thet you're probably
not aware of!"