If I don't write enough, people quit visiting. I try to write at least once per week. Some weeks are better than others.
I've had a lot on my mind lately and none of it is blogworthy.
But, in an unwittingly feeble effort, I have decided to piece together this work of near-nonfiction.
I joined something called, "Experts Exchange" this week. It's a web site with an interesting spin. You basically pay money to ask questions which are answered by "experts". I refuse to pay for things like this so I signed up as an "expert". This allows me to answer questions, but only allows me to see answers to questions after I have successfully answered X number of questions.
So far my only success was in explaining to someone why it costs more to call a mobile phone in Europe than it does to call a home phone (in Europe). I got 1800 points for that one. It requires 10,000 points for me to be able to ask questions. The questioner gets sole discretion as to whether someone answered their question. I answered several questions that were apparently asked wrong. I mean I definitively didn't answer wrong¡ That would be impossible¡
Like the one guy who asked questions about compiling stuff with Cygwin. I explained quite well the quirkiness of using the Cygwin compiler on Win 7 and he responded back that he was running Cygwin on Linux. I have no idea why you would want to do that. I mistakenly assumed you would run Cygwin on Windows since Cygwin is a Unix-like shell for Windows. Silly me. I wasted my time on that one because of a moronic questioner. Morons don't know a good answer if it slaps them in the face.
I have discovered that I am attracted to mysterious people. This makes it hard to make new friends. It also makes it hard to trust people I've met. It's hard to trust a mystery. Then, it occurred to me, that perhaps the reason I am drawn towards the mysterious types is because I don't trust anybody. It's the whole chicken and the egg thing, but in reverse.