Ed Bilodeau

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# Notice (Oct 19/05): So ends my stay here on Blogger. This morning Google implemented an anti-spam 'feature' that forces me to answer a challenge phrase when I want to post to my own blog. No notice of the change, nothing. Worse is that it doesn't even work! I type the phrase, submit, "An error occured", post deleted. Damn you, Google. Chances are I will revive my blog somewhere else, sometime soon. I'll post the new coordinates here as soon as they become available. (BTW, I'm unable to post anything to my RSS stream, so I'd appreciate it if readers could spread the word and ask people to take a look at this notice)

Update (Oct 19/05, ~noon): After a frustrating few hours (and not just trying out alternatives to Blogger), I've decided that this is a good time to take a break from all this. A day? A week? Who knows. But I need to step away from it before I pass a heavy magnet over the whole mess.

Update 2: According to this post, the reason I'm seeing the CAPTCHA (challenge phrase) is that Blogger has classified my blog as spam. Thanks. User for five years and now I'm spam. I searched the Blogger site, but there is no mention of how to get the spam flag turned off. There is also no way of contacting anyone at Blogger. Wow. Spam they say I am, so spam I must be. Maybe it is time to take a break.

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I give up : I've been trying to reestablish the peace and quite of my old office, but I've failed.

Due to poor planning, the phones of those who have moved are not properly set up, and aren't likely to be fixed for a week or so. The problem: the office I'm in was previously occupied by people whose phone rung the department's main line. I'll spare you the details, but as it stands, I have *two* phones in my office that ring every time someone calls the department.

I also, btw, can't close my door to my office, since it cuts out too much light from the people working in cublicles in the main area.

I no longer have a physical space that supports my work. Luckily, having spent most of my working career in cublicles, I have mechanisms for coping. Namely, headphones. Cue up Sebastien, crank it up, and create a nice little space in my head.

(I've got to shake this mood before my next meeting.)