It's a matter of record that the first words I spoke as a baby were not "ma" or "dad" but "Baskin-Robbins."
Like bad, bad Leroy Brown, I was born on the south side of Chicago, the baddest part of the whole damn town.
Here's how I get respect from people.
I wear a pinky ring on my right hand. People jokingly ask if I'm in the mafia.
I answer seriously and truthfully, no, it's nothing like that, it's just a family thing.
Sometimes they reply with nervous laughter; sometimes they're just nervous.
"...oh, but I've seen the real world, and that's not what this is."
Who said they couldn't hit? Mariners beat Padres yesterday 18-3. 19 hits.
Radio Nirvana: I'm starting to develop patterns in how I personally use Radio.
I leave it running on my Windows 2000 machine. Then take my iBook -- which has a wireless connection via my AirPort -- and access my desktop website remotely. I'm in the kitchen at the moment, but I could go upstairs, or to the living room, or outside, whatever.
And then of course I also run Radio on my iBook, but use it only for editing Manila sites and outlining.
This way I have just one machine doing the news thing. I can access it from anywhere. I don't have to try to synchronize across several machines.
Today someone brought up the notion of Radio passing or not passing the "Mom test."
Well, my Mom builds Web apps, does XML, browser-based content management, all that jazz. So I think she'd be able to use Radio.