After a spring filled with varying degrees of turmoil, summer is finally here. And with that, my friends, comes my break from development, blogging and any other computer-related activity.
Last night my paternal grandfather passed away.
I’ve always liked hair. Beautiful hair makes people look fantastic, and I think more personality is conveyed through hair than we think.
I just felt a bit too restrained with Twitter last night to describe what actually went down. So, this will be too personal and perhaps too graphic. Consider yourselves warned… 
*SPOILER ALERT*. If you haven’t seen till episode 9 of season 3 of Prison Break, please don’t read this; it’ll spoil your fun.
Most of you know about Twitter, right? Basically, it’s a service where you write, within a sentence or two, what your doing at the moment, and then share it with the world.
Swedish weather tracking company SMHI has released the measured hours of sunlight during December for different parts of Sweden.
A study shows how we can live 14 years longer just by changing our habits.
I thought I’d take the time to publish some short reflections on what has happened lately.
Totally narcissistic, but looking through the pictures from 2007, I found two of my favorites depicting me.
The year 2007 has come to an end, or rather, it very soon has. I thought I’d write a summary of what happened me as well as on the web during 2007, to have a closure for the year that has passed.
The time has come again for presents, burning candles, Christmas trees, glögg, Santa and other assorted goodness.
Blogging is, indeed, poison.
IKEA, one of the things that Sweden is most well-known for (except for hot blondes and shady movies produced some decades ago…), is so popular (read: at least well-visited) here in Sweden that you cannot believe.
A couple of days ago I was driving home from work, and I saw the most beautiful rainbow! It spanned across a fairly long distance, and I could actually see the end of it.
We all live our lives going through all kinds of stages, experiences and risks. What I wonder is if risks are worth taking, and if yes, which ones?
I want people to be glad and happy, I really do! But sometimes it can get too much…
This post might be a bit direct, or too open about my life, so refrain from reading if you don’t want to know (or else you might stop reading what I write altogether). Or maybe it just seems plain boring, and I totally understand you; it does get funnier at the end, though. If you’re not discouraged yet, allow me to describe my last three days.
Just as I’m writing this, asteroid 85275, with a diameter of at least 2 kilometers, should be passing just by Earth. If it had hit, all of us probably would have been gone by now. So, what better time and way to say that I’m back writing?
It’s that time of the year again. Time for me to take a break from blogging, and computers in general, to instead spend some months together with my family.
Never ever disturb someone who has momentum. It’s almost as bad as waking a sleepwalker (or so I’ve heard).
You put in, on average, somewhere between 40 and 50 years working. Long hours, endless meetings, changes, deadlines and requirements. And at the end of it all, what’s left?
Guilherme tagged me with a meme, and it’s been a while and I think it’s an interesting one, so I’ll make a stab at sharing my thoughts.
As I’m writing this, I have just finished my last day at my employer.
On and off throughout my life I have been contemplating if I want to know when I’m going to die. These thoughts resurfaced recently with the hanging of Saddam Hussein (where I think the death penalty was a travesty of justice; he should have lived and served his time) and every time I think about it I get all these horrible feelings of what it would actually be like to know.
I find it quite remarkable that certain people’s death, persons you never knew or met, can affect you so much. This is especially true in the case of celebrities; not so much for what they’ve done, necessarily, but for what period in your own life they represent.
I though I’d name some people’s deaths that has touched me in different ways.
Ok, this might scare you a little, but I had the weirdest dream just before I woke up this morning. I (don’t?) hope that anyone of you are good at interpreting dreams, so here goes:
So, 2006 is almost over and it’s time to look ahead at 2007. Will it be an exciting year? No doubt, we have to wait to see just how riveting it can get! I thought I’d go through some notable things that happened in 2006, not just web-related, and scribble down some words about them…
Yes, yes, I know, I’m on parental leave. But of course I have to wish all of you a very Merry Christmas, and if that’s not your thing, at the very least, let me say Happy Holidays!
Friday November 24th, 22:58, our baby girl was born! She weighed 3965 grams and was 50 centimeters tall, and her birth was without complications. Everyone in the family is doing just fine, and Fredrika and the baby got home today from the hospital.
Interestingly enough, she was born in the exact same room as our other daughter Emilia. When we got to the delivery room and was assigned where we should be, we walked into the room and just exclaimed:
Hey, we’ve been here before!
Words can’t express how happy we are over the new addition to our family!
Welcome to this world, baby girl!
Saddam Hussein has just been sentenced to death. The trial has taken over a year to complete, with lots of different twists and turns. With no disrespect to people who have been affected by Saddam’s reign, I find the whole situation a joke…
Season three of Lost has just begun, and episode one is outstanding! The first five minutes probably had me sitting with my jaw dropped, and the “reward” scene had me laughing out loud (don’t worry, there will be no more spoilers here)!
Let me try and speculate here why Lost is so good and what I think about its future.
Are you a fairly skilled web developer? Get enough money to make ends meet, maybe have some benefits kicked in too? You’re content with life in general and is a nice person?
You know what? I think it’s time for you to give something back.
I remember September 11th 2001 as if it were yesterday. I was sitting in the office working as usual when one of my colleagues sent me a link over IM to a Swedish news web page. I clicked the link but didn’t get in since the web site failed to respond. I went over to his desk and asked what it was all about.
A plane has just crashed into the World Trade Center.
Today Steve Irwin was fatally wounded by a stingray barb today, and passed away. He was known to most people as the Crocodile Hunter and has influenced an entire world with his work with animals.
Today it’s my birthday! Yay for me! How old I am? I have now reached the age of 32, but still feel very young (most of the time).
If you’re one of those kind souls that now feel an urge to congratulate me, I’d be more than happy to accept your comment! Please write Happy Birthday in your own language so we can all learn something from this…
So, blow my candle! (English isn’t my first language, so please excuse me if there’s anything wrong in that sentence… :-P)
There’s something I haven’t told you; I’ve even kept a secret, if you will. As you might know, a number of web developer bloggers also create secondary blogs that deal with their other interests; topics such as coffee, wine, food etc seem to be very popular. So, now it’s time for me to reveal my new blog, and it will, hopefully, be nothing like you’ve ever seen!
When I first heard about Flickr I liked the idea, but being the rebel I am, I was a bit reluctant to use it since everyone was hyping it so much. However, for those of you that haven’t noticed the little Flickr icon and link I’ve added to this web site: I now have a Flickr Pro account.
During this summer I decided to finally take the plunge, and this post is about what I think is good respectively not-so-good with Flickr.
Yes! I’m back! And let me tell you that I’ve missed you, and I’ve missed writing. There’s something extraordinary about writing blog posts and then get in touch with and make friends with people from all over the world. To have discussions with like-minded people about topics which we share an interest in.
This post will be filled to the brim with various information; from a new feed URL and other changes to what I’ve been doing this summer, so please read on.
This is my goodbye. For now. Starting today I will be on a four-month parental leave, from work and any other responsibilities, to spend time with my daughter Emilia. I truly couldn’t think of anything better to do with my life.
During this time I might write some post, but then again I don’t find it likely. My idea right now is to start writing here in September again, if I feel like I want to and that I can contribute in any way, but please don’t take that as a promise.
I would just redirect a big thank you to the numerous people reading, commenting and helping me out in any way. Also, you have all made me become a better web developer, writer and person.
Thank you, all. Take care of yourselves, and of others.
My whole life, as long as I can remember, I’ve been afraid of dying. The fear seems to hit me in waves, but it’s always there, constantly reminding me of my mortality.
As we grow up, most of us reach a time when we start to think about life, death, universe, why we’re here. Some think about it while lying in their beds at night staring out into the darkness, some share it with friends when drunk and some just try to suppress these thoughts as soon as they surface. What almost every person seems to have in common with each other, though, is that we desperately try to find a reason for living, a meaning with our existence.
One person might find cause through religion, while others find comfort in trying to understand as much as possible of the science we use to try to explain this phenomenon we refer to as life. But almost everyone seems to strive for an answer, a reason, a motivation to keep going.
Why am I afraid? I can’t even begin to fathom that my life will end, that my body will stop functioning and that all the thoughts, love and sorrows I bear with me will vanish. That I will cease to exist, and that I will be just gone.
I’ve heard that the older one gets, the more one comes to term with the fact that life isn’t endless. That we have been given a certain amount of time to live, and all we can do is try to make the best out of it.
You might look upon these thoughts as the ones of an unhappy man; on the contrary! My life is beyond my wildest expectations! I have a wonderful girlfriend, and a daughter that I love so much that no words of man are worthy of describing such strong feelings. I have seen so many things, been to numerous places and have met so many interesting people in my life. In my line of work I have reached a moderate success and respect, and I constantly want to become better at what I do. I also sincerely hope to constantly keep evolving into a better and less selfish human being.
But all that just makes the fear even worse to handle. To one day lose everything I’ve fought so hard for; to not be around to help and aid my family, in sorrow and in joy. At times, I can just neglect the various thoughts, and then at other times I desperately stare out into the vast emptiness hoping to find some way to be strong enough to withstand the psychological terror a fear of death brings to you.
Ever had a dream that felt more real than life itself? I’m sure you have, one time or another. Some of mine have been dreams of actually dying, waking up in the middle of the night, drenched with sweat and literary screaming my anxiety out into the room; my mind boggling and my body shaking with reluctance against the implication of death.
Maybe we do have souls, perhaps they do live on forever; maybe we’re all incarnated from who knows how long back in time. There is the slightest chance that we might remember and carry with us who we are, and that’s the fraction of hope I cling on to. Nevertheless, my fear is still there.
To be hit by a meme is usually quite entertaining, and I like the nostalgic feel of the latest one. First Faruk got me and then Jonathan Snook took a stab so I have nothing else to do but abide and share some parts of my history.
Just a little over a year ago I wasn’t entirely pleased with my employer, so out of boredom/curiosity I started this blog. It was then on Blogger and in Swedish. When I signed up I had to choose a name for it, and in a panicky fashion I choose the corny name “Roberts prat” (which loosely translates to Robert’s talk), and it just stuck around. After a few weeks I realized that I knew a number of English-speaking people who would be interested in reading too, plus the fact that it would make it easier to reach out, so I translated the posts I had written so far into English.
April 11th last year, I launched this domain and presented the blog now migrated to WordPress, a move that I don’t regret.
My wonderful daughter Emilia was about 8 months old then.
I had fairly recently gotten back from my New York stint and been working for some months for a company called iBizkit. Very valuable lessons were learned and I left the company to travel around the world 
in 2002.
I was also (finally) living within Stockholm city, in the great Södermalm part, together with Fredrika. I was also working out a lot of the time.
Ten years ago it was still seven months till I would purchase my first computer. I had moved away from home to my own apartment located in the area of Mariehäll in Bromma, 43 square meters/51.4 square yards consisting of one room and a kitchen.
I was working for UPS and had just been internally promoted to dealing with their key accounts in the terms of billing and any accounting queries they might have. I left this job at the end of 1997 to travel around in Australia for a couple of months.
I had to do some serious pondering when it came to this. I wanted to choose persons that don’t normally get memes, to give them a chance. So, therefore, I proudly pass it on to Carl Camera, Stuart Colville and Shane Shepherd.
Some days the world seems to be genuinely evil. It’s not that it necessarily happen more bad things those specific days, but just that they, some way or another, get your attention then.
To read and hear about children starving, being mistreated, raped and tortured to death, my heart bleeds. These small innocent creatures whose only point of comfort should be grown-ups, and in particular their parents. How a person deliberately can hurt kids that don’t even understand what’s going on, people bringing pain to babies who have just been born, is beyond me.
What drives a person to commit such things? Fathers raping their daughters in their own beds, the true safe place they should have. And it’s not just about the physical act; it’s about the shame, the guilt and the thoughts of what they could possibly have done wrong to make their father treat them, to punish them, like that.
Pedophiles using children just to reach a sick climax. There’s truly something wrong with the world if there’s even a need for a word to describe such a terrible occurrence. Being a guy, I definitely know that there are weird things that can turn us on, but there has to be some mental barrier, something that separates a sick fantasy from an actual action. And if you can’t, get help! Now! How can you sodomize a small child just to get off?
What the hell is wrong with you?! What. The Hell. Is. Wrong. With. You?!
So many things that I hear about, I sometimes truly think man is evil.
Let me just finish by saying that if you see something weird, suspect some foul play: intervene. Naturally, a majority of families are normal and handle their children just fine, but in my book it’s better to ask than to just look the other way.
Take care of each other now. Please.
Now the Olympic Winter Games in Torino is over and we all go back to leading our normal lives. I have always liked the Olympic Games, the spirit and all the attention that surround them; from the opening ceremony through all the events till the very end. I think it breeds hope for a lot of people and unites them.
For Sweden, this was the most successful Winter Olympics ever with 7 gold medals, two silver medals and 5 bronze medals, ending up as the sixth best nation in total in Turin. This was way over any Swede’s expectation and in the little betting pool we had at work, no one was even close when it came to the number of gold medals.
The thing that most of us Swedes hoped for and which also came true is the gold in Ice Hockey. The team arrived home in Sweden yesterday afternoon and after going on a tour through Stockholm they arrived at a big square called Medborgarplatsen (translated: Citizen’s Square), where they were celebrated by around 30 000 people! I left work a little earlier to participate in the celebrations and when I and a colleague arrived there it was such a crowd that it was almost impossible to get anywhere.
Frustrated with not seeing anything I decided to climb up a tree to getter a better view. Problem was, the lowest branches were fairly high up so I had to climb the first part of the tree by hugging the trunk and jerking myself upward. Once up, for the first time I realized how many people that had actually shown up; wherever I looked there were heads bobbing back and forth trying to get a view.
Naturally, on the way up, I scraped my hands and legs from the trunk hugging so there were a number of places where small drops of blood surfaced. But hey, if they could win the gold, I sure could stand some pain climbing some sissy tree to get a better view.
It was about -5 Celsius (that’s about 23 Fahrenheit) and the air density was rough and merciless. After changing position every five minutes, with the fear of falling down on all the people below, and occasionally getting my more delicate parts crushed against a certain rigid branch, the Ice Hockey team finally arrived thirty minutes later.
There were singing, dancing, interviews and a lot of happy people everywhere! The happenings on the scene lasted for about thirty minutes or so, and then the festivities continued in a lot of other places in the city. If you’re interested, you can watch videos from different events during the Olympic Games and the celebration in Stockholm in the Olympics section of the Swedish Television web site
All we can do know is to wait for the World Cup in football this summer and the Olympic Games in Beijing in 2008…
My brother is currently living in London, for a study period between January and May. If you’re interested in reading about his impressions and the things he goes through, make sure to visit his blog ; I find it very entertaining!
If you’re in London yourself, please read this: He listens to the name of Martin. He’s a very nice guy and can talk for hours about topics that interest him. He’s a slow eater (just like me). He misses his girlfriend, his friends and his family. He’s extremely loyal.
Apparently the other day some kids shoot a paintball (paintball bullet?) and hit the window to his room. That shall not happen again! Therefore, I strongly encourage you to download this button image below, print it and put in your jacket.
Some events recently has made me wonder how people see me and my opinions, how I’m perceived. I sometimes doubt I make good with what I write and what opinions I express.
I can sometimes be very direct with what I say about things I see and read; people can occasionally see it as outright blunt. This is also accompanied by a sarcastic and ironic sense of humor, which probably doesn’t make things better. But let me assure, I am really not evil. Perfection is definitely a subjective and relative word, although I always strive to make things as good as they can possibly be. And when I see people not doing their outmost to achieve that, people that just deliver something half-ass, it upsets me.
I’m not saying that everyone has to be addicted to what they do, but in my mind, why spend at least 40 hours a week on something that people know, or at least should know, is barely mediocre? Sure, many do it just to get paid and to live life fully outside their job. And I respect that, I really do. But one thing doesn’t have to exclude the other; being focused on doing a good job shouldn’t automatically mean a poor private life on the side.
We have a short time living and we ourselves are the only ones that can decide what to do with that time, that can affect our everyday situation. Do we want to spend the majority of it to actually accomplishing something, maybe even exceeding our expectations, or do we just want to use that time to fund the rest of it?
My parents have always been fighters and I think it’s the way I was raised; if I want something real bad, I have to fight for it. It sounds like such a cliché, but no pain, no gain. It takes hard work to be good at something, no matter what field we are talking about. And it saddens me that so few seem to even make any feeble attempt to try to make attain something worthwhile.
Henry Rollins made the observation that if you’re 20 and express your feelings in an intense and worked-up way, it’s normal. If you’re forty and do the same, people see you as bitter. He might be spot-on with what he follows up with (Henry, sorry for the, most likely, misquote):
The day I stop caring is the day I die
I sometimes wonder why I get so upset when I see poor code, when I read articles or blog posts from people that in my eyes haven’t done their best when producing it. Perhaps it’s just something that has to do with me. Maybe I waste time, strength and effort for nothing; maybe I get too involved in things that aren’t worth it, and judge people much too hard.
Perchance I should listen and act more according to the wonderful phrase Johnny Depp utters as the Willie Wonka character in Charlie’s Chocolate factory, when a young spoiled girl tries to get his attention:
I can’t imagine why I would care…
There’s is a likeliness that I hurt people with acting so frank, and the possibility that people don’t see me as constructive at all, but just as judgmental, uptight and acting like Mr. Know-it-all. That I never encourage people but only highlight their tiny and highly insignificant flaws.
If I have hurt someone by the things I communicate, I sincerely apologize. It is not meant to be personal; I honestly do aim to be constructive while I at the same time can be tough. If it’s any comfort at all, let me reveal that the one that I put the highest pressure on is me.
Please don’t hesitate to let me know, I strongly urge you to be utterly honest: What do you think? Should I just chill, or am I on a good path? Am I being negative?
Last weekend was yet another wonderful one, spent together with my family and taking long walks in the snowy landscape. Yesterday morning, Emilia and I went on a walk before Fredrika woke up, and, since it was getting warmer, the initiative to build a snowman came up before the opportunity would pass.
While constructing it, I was seriously doubting if I have ever built a snowman before in my entire life. I must have, right? I’m not particularly gifted with working with my hands (except for playing the guitar and some other things…), I’m more the type of man that just lifts or moves heavy stuff and puts it down again, but still, the work with the snowman didn’t go as smooth as I had hoped.
Emilia didn’t seem all that interested in it either, she helped me patting the snowman now and then to make it smooth, but otherwise she went on her own adventures. I worked on it for a while and then Fredrika came out and provided me with the necessary pieces to be able to give him a face. Maybe this just looks like a scary-ass snowman to you, but I still you hope enjoy seeing it:
Love is in the air. Or rather, it wasn’t in the air yesterday, until 20:00 last night. But let me start from the top:
Knowing that I would not get away from work yesterday, Valentine’s Day of all days, before all flower shops were closed, I decided to order flowers online instead and have them sent to Fredrika. Big mistake. Just after 08:00 I arrived at work to peacefully get online and order them before everyone else got to work. Problem 1: the customer I was working at yesterday have a web filter in which my desired flower web site was banned (trust me, I will really get back on this topic another day), but after some trickery that would involve my surfing being logged by them, I got in.
I chose a nice bouquet of red roses and clicked to get to the confirmation page, the one after you entered all the tedious details and to basically just get an overview to see if everything is correct, and then just click confirm to have them sent. Problem 2: while the page looked fine, no confirm button was to be found. My guess was, since I was using Firefox, that the web site had some inaccessible script approach that would only work in IE on a PC (I mean, we’ve all seen that one before…). So I switched to IE. Went through the same steps, got to the confirmation page, but still the same problem. No fucking confirm button!
Getting a little stressed, and at the same time being a web developer geek, I decided to look at the source code of the page to see if I could find the error and get around it somehow. Bad move. I was wading through terrible code; some of it is shared below:
<script LANGUAGE="JavaScript" TYPE="text/javascript">
<!--
if (navigator.appName == 'Netscape') {
document.write('<input type="text" name="LevTextKort" SIZE="33" MAXLENGTH="103" tabindex="25" value="">');
}
else {
document.write('<input type="text" name="LevTextKort" SIZE="48" MAXLENGTH="103" tabindex="25" value="">');
}
// -->
</script>
and:
isIE4 = ((document.all) ? true : false);
isNS4 = ((document.layers) ? true : false); etc...
Very popular code approach. If this had been 1999!!!
Anyway, the reason the confirmation page wasn’t working properly was because of the fact that some non well-formed code was written to the page (actually, pretty much in line with the rest of the code, to be honest), that, in some weird way, prevented me from actually confirming my order and making it all happen. So I decided to call their customer service: the line was busy! How the hell can you have a customer service number that’s busy?! Have some kind of queue or at the very least an answering machine service explaining that there are too many calls at the moment.
Instead I called their switchboard, basically just telling them that I couldn’t confirm my purchase at their web site. After saying that, I was immediately dispatched to some person in customer service… The conversation went something like this:
- I can’t buy flowers on your web site, it’s impossible to confirm my order.
- Yes, we know, being Valentine’s Day and all, we have a lot of traffic.
Thinking: So?
-Well, ok, but the reason maybe isn’t just the traffic but that actual parts of the code is missing.
- Yes, we know, being Valentine’s Day and all, we have a lot of traffic. Also slightly insinuating that I should try later…
Ok, come on! Losing it now…
- Ok, but what should I do then? What do I do if I want to order flowers right now?!
- Are you paying by credit card?
- Yes!
- I guess I can take your order then over the phone…Sounding very uncomfortable
I exclaimed a sarcastic “Yay!” in my head
We then went through the order, which took some time, and all the time she insisted on humming. It might be soothing for some people, but it definitely wasn’t for me. I was just pacing back and forth with the phone, you know that kind of pacing that you do to get some aggression out of your system, just to make sure my tone of voice wouldn’t reveal my actual feelings.
When we were done, I finally thought things were ok and went back to work. Later, when I got home around 18:30, no flowers had been delivered. I tried to keep my calm but was probably visibly upset. I explained to Fredrika that I had ordered flowers, that I really do love her. She just shrugged and said that she hadn’t really expected anything, that it was all cool. It made me feel a little better, but mentally, while sipping the white wine and having dinner, I was already preparing for the scolding the flower company would get the day after.
The evening passed by quietly, and after Emilia had fallen asleep we were sitting on the couch, carelessly watching TV. At 20:00, I heard a car door being slammed shut just outside and just as I got up, the door bell rang. As probably all of you who have children know, a ringing door bell just after your child has fallen asleep isn’t that popular. Nevertheless, luckily Emilia seemed to keep on sleeping and I ran to the door to see who it was. And lo and behold: the flower delivery man!
He was reeking of cigarette smoke and so was the paper that surrounded the flowers, but I couldn’t really care less. The flowers had arrived! And in the poor delivery man’s defense: if I had to drive around during the evening of Valentine’s Day delivering flowers to all kinds of weird addresses, I would probably also need some kind of drug to motivate me…
So, all’s well that end well!
You want a moral to this story? Life is actually good! And, oh, don’t do e-commerce if you can’t handle it. 
The year of the Rooster is soon up and we’re going into the year of the Dog (is that a good sign?). I just wanted to collect my impressions from 2005 and also tell you about the future of this web site.
Still reading? Good! I was hoping the future-thing would catch your attention; I’ll get to that in a couple of minutes. This will not be a list of the posts on the Internet I found to be the best nor about how people have mentioned me in various contexts and linked to me. A post such as that would be so boring. So, gone is the list of praise and the one of narcissism.
I do, however, have a list of people that have meant a lot for me during my web life of 2005. Sure, there will be names you will recognize there, but they’re not there for being well-known but for the fact that they’re great persons. The people listed here are, to me at least, extraordinary and their kindness and humble attitude have meant the world to me.
Without a doubt, there are a lot of persons I’d like to list, so if you’re not in this particular list please accept my apologies for leaving you out. I decided to only pick persons who have been there throughout the whole time since I started to write here in March of 2005. Some of them I still haven’t met in real life, but I do sincerely hope that will change soon.
So, without further ado:
I would also like to direct a big thank you to everyone reading and commenting, you are my muses and motivation to write every single post I publish!
Ok… (deep inhale).
I’ve decided something about the future of this web site that might or might not become a major change. This is actually my 202nd post since March (not bad, eh?) and lately, I’ve felt that I’m not going anywhere with what I write and read; I’m not evolving. I love writing, so don’t worry, I won’t stop writing here. What will change, though, are the topics. I will continue to write about web developing but probably not to such an extent as before.
I want to write about things that motivate and interest me, not because I have to choose a certain topic for the sole reason to increase my rating at Technorati, get me more linking in general or that I have to do it because people thinks it’s my obligation (Bryan Veloso touches on this phenomenon in Being Liked is an Obligation?).
This will probably result in that 50% of the posts will still be about web developing in some sorts, 25% about other internet- and/or tech-related things and the rest will be about my personal life, musings, linking to interesting stuff or whatever. My life is about so much more than web developing and I want that to be reflected in my writings. My sincere hope is that this is something that you will appreciate, that you will come here for my personality and style of writing instead of just high-profile web development topics.
Oh my God, who does he think he is? Just because he’s gotten some attention, he thinks we will read any crap that he puts out?
Well, yeah, maybe. That’s my wish, at least. Some people have told me that they don’t read my posts when they aren’t about web developing, and I totally respect that. I can’t demand that you like everything I write, it’s just what I’m striving for. However, I do think this web page will be more multi-faceted, that you will always be able to read about something interesting no matter in what area it is about, instead of me only telling you about HTML/XHTML, CSS or JavaScript.
I will also start to read posts and news from web sites and people I haven’t before, so that will also most likely affect and color my writings. I just need to break out of the bad circle I feel I’ve gotten into, I need to explore new grounds. This might just end up in a big fiasco, but I definitely hope it will be the opposite. Are you ready to try and follow me on my new path?
Happy New Year and my wishes that your 2006 will be great!
I hope all of you have had a nice Christmas and that the season is indeed jolly for you! I hadn’t planned on writing this post, but just felt an urge to share this little anecdote.
On Christmas Day I was sitting on the floor playing around with Emilia. Her current object of interest was this thing with four small hatches and each of them has a corresponding button. When the button is pressed, the hatch flies open and displays an animal. I was holding the toy in one hand, and when she succeeded to get all of the animals up I wanted to encourage her by applauding, but since one hand was unavailable I instead gently clapped my cheek with the other hand.
She then closed all hatches, pressed the buttons so they came up and then consequently bitch-slapped me. Hard! So, lesson learned I guess. Whatever you do, your kids will take after you…
Below are two images from Christmas in our house:
