It’s sometimes easier to just answer questions than think of something to write. Two sites have a purpose of providing you with questions to answer on your site: Friday Five and Saturday Eight (I wonder why those guys didn’t go down the alliterative route and call it Saturday Seven). I’ll answer this week’s Five:
1. How long have you had a weblog?
A web site since the early 90s (’93/94 I think), but it only started in e/n form in January 1998. Hm, 4.5 years.
2. What was your first post about?
I am a compulsive archiver. Thus, I present to you Hear Ye!’s first entry, written when I was 16. Ugh, that’s a while ago. Pretty soon after a holiday up in Brisbane.
3. How many changes (name, location, etc.) of your weblog have there been, if more than one?
Hmm my site URLs jumped with ISPs until I ended up at Zip, the ISP I still use. Zip acquired another company and changed to Zipworld, so I decided to get my own domain name in case further organisational changes made my URL change again. Thus, I am now here at hearye.fissure.org. I like stability, and I have seen no reason to change this site’s name in the intervening years.
4. What CMS (content management system) do you use? Do you like it or do you want to try something else?
Own proprietary CMS. I like it, but maintaining your own CMS can be very time consuming.
5. Do you read people who have both a journal and a weblog? Or do you prefer to read people who have all of their writing in one central place?
Preferably one central place – only because it’s less loading time on my 28.8k dialup connection. Australian broadband infrastructure is rooted. However, if the site’s good, I’m willing to wait. I’ve been conditioned to be patient.
John and Ted are playing golf. On the 3rd hole they catch up to a couple of women playing sloooooow. John decides to go up and ask if he and Ted can play through. He gets 1/2 way there, turns around, and comes back.
“What’s the matter?” Ted asks.
“I can’t ask them. It’s my wife AND girlfriend. You go do it.” replies John.
So Ted walks towards the ladies, gets 1/2 way there, turns around, and comes back.
“Now what’s the matter?” says John
“Small world,” he replies.
One fine day on an Indian reservation, a young man went to see his father.
“Father,” he said, “how did my younger brother, Wild Horse, get his name?”
“Well, my son,” the young man’s father replied, “when your younger brother was born, I looked outside our teepee, and the first thing I saw was a wild horse, and so I named your younger brother after it.”
The young man continued, “Father, how did my sister, Running Water, get her name?”
His father sighed, “I remember it well. When your sister was born, I looked outside our teepee and saw a flowing river, and so I named your sister after it.”
“Father,” the young man began, “how did-“
“Wait,” the old chief interrupted. “Why do you ask these questions, Broken Rubber?”
Deloitte Consulting swaps one surname for another and will now be known as Braxton.
Meanwhile, “Monday” may never get to be used: “PwC is believed to have paid about $US5 million for the Monday trademark…It could take the record in terms of the most money spent on a brand that never really got to see the light of day.” (AFR, 1 Aug 02)
Many many years ago
when I was twenty three,
I got married to a widow who
was pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
Who had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father’s wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow’s grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my step-mother.
Father’s wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter’s son.
My wife is now my mother’s mother
And it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She’s my grandmother too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
Then I am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
3:02pm (GMT +10.00) tomorrow 
