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

Now of a maid, I'll sing a song,
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
Now of a maid, I'll sing a song,	She didn't like her Uncle Zeke,
Who didn't keep her family long.	Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin,
Not only did she do them wrong,		She didn't like her Uncle Zeke,
She did every one of them in, them in,	And so she drowned him in the creek.
She did every one of them in.		The water we had was bad for a week,
					So we had to make do with gin, with gin,
She weighted her father down with stones.  We had to make do with gin.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She weighted her father down with stones,  Her mother she could never stand,
And sent him off to Davy Jones.		Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
All that we ever found were bones,	Her mother she could never stand,
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin, And so a cyanide soup she planned.
Occasional pieces of skin.	     Her mother died with the spoon in her hand,
					And her face in a hideous grin, a grin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,	Her face in a hideous grin.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She set her sister's hair on fire,	One day, when she had nothing to do,
And as the smoke and flames grew higher,  Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
She danced around the funeral pyre,	One day, when she had nothing to do,
Playing the violin, -olin,		She cut her baby brother in two,
Playing the violin.			And served him up as an Irish stew,
					And invited the neighbors in, -bors in,
And when at last the police came by,	Invited the neighbors in.
Sing, rikkity-tikkity-tin.
And when, at last, the police came by,	For to do so she would have to lie,
Her little pranks she did nor deny,	And lying, she knew, was a sin, a sin,
					Lying she knew was a sin.
		-- "Rikkity-tikkity-tin"