I don't believe I've ever mentioned this on The Big Reason, but to those who know me personally, it's no secret that I hate to fly. I would venture to say that I probably hate it more than most people do. I detest every last thing about it with every fiber of my being. I would have to say that the thing I hate most is the ungodly force of terror that gores its way through my body as a result of being blasted through the sky at such an unreasonable altitude.
A new Jacob Nielson article reveals eye-tracking results for recent banner ad studies. As should be expected, there is some really valuable stuff in there. Obviously banner ads do work. People actually do click them. MySpace wouldn't have sold for $580 million if they didn't work. The real issue is that banner ads aren't for simply looking at. The are for taking you somewhere else. You don't spend as much time looking at something you are clicking as you do looking at something you are reading, just like you tend to spend more time sitting on the couch than you do walking through a doorway.
Last night, I got to open up a show for one of my county heros. Last week, the Bottom Dwellers got a MySpace message from some sweet girl in Portland wanting to set up a small show for Dale Watsonand his boys in between a few bigger dates. Naturally we jumped at the chance, despite being booked to play Richard March's Americana Ramble (something we wouldn't normally do, Richard. Honest.).
Ha! The first thing I thought as I read that Jason Santa Maria had moved to Brooklyn was, "Sweet! They Might Be Giants are from there." Then he went ahead and mentioned it, too.
I don't actually know him—so it's none of my business—but if I ever found myself in the same situation, I always pictured myself doing the exact same thing.
With everyone and their mother chiming in about the iPhone, I figured I should probably say a thing or two about mine.
Today we're eight! I love her.
Dude. I'm so wired right now...
After reading Craig Hockenberry's little piece on Safari for the iPhone's lack of support for fixed positioning—despite the fact that Safari 2 on Mac, and Safari 3 on Mac and Windows do—I got a bug up my butt to stay up late last night to find a workaround. Not only did I not find a workaround, I found that Safari on iPhone had a few bugs up it's butt as well. Unfortunately, these bugs are much bigger and yuckier than the fixed positioning I set out to fix hack in the first place.
Look who has a new boy named Ollie that isn't short for Oliver!
I had the option of working today and taking Friday off instead. I opted to do the American thing, and take her day as it was meant to be taken. All but one of my coworkers opted for the three-day weekend, and I think Dan mostly did it for daycare reasons.