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.

Friday, July 22, 2005

This afternoon, Nathalie and I headed down to Old Montreal to do some walking around. After a late lunch at Titanic, we headed over to Marche Beausecours to look at the craft and artwork. From there, a quick stop at a shop filled with nice, imported Italian furniture, then over the the Cite Multimedia for an ice coffee, some more window shopping, and, eventaully, a bus-ride home.

It was a nice afternoon, with lots to see. Unfortunately, the camera batteries chose that moment to die, so I wasn't able to take pictures. I made mental notes of things to come back and capture, especially the ghost buildings and signage that still lingers on the walls of the old city.