Who’s Been Online? (January 17, 2019)
If you go to this page you will find out.
It turns out that quite a few people are checking in on a semi-regular basis.
Numbers are about the same as last week.
Weekly Note #3: January 17, 2019
Last week we told you about how to control your email notifications from this website.
This resulted in a mass exodus: exactly one person decided to not get email notifications anymore. I'm sure there will be more as we move along. Remember, being notified by email is your choice. So don't complain to me about it!
Yesterday I brought your attention to the Rebel Yell section of the website. This only generated moderate interest, probably because it is not anything new. But there is a lot of great stuff in those RYs.
Remember, at the very least, you will be able to see on every Thursday the latest version of "Who's Been Online?", which is unrelated to the old "What's My Line" TV show from the fifties. So "tune in" on Thursdays (see what I did there?).
A question that has come up is "How did you select the names for all our classmates?" You know, like why am I "James Reynolds" and not "Jim" ? In most cases we just used the the version of your name that was on the graduation program. Sometimes we cut out the middle initial because it sounded goofy. Question answered.
Finally, I must tell you about why I don't have more "content" (photos, etc) to show this week. This goes back to when I got my first job in software development back in the mid-1980s. I worked for a great company called SRI, out of Menlo Park, CA. However, I was stationed at a field office at Fort Lewis, which is just outside of Tacoma, WA. We developed advanced data communication systems for the 9th Infantry Division there. This was long before the Internet happened -- however, we were using internet protocols (methods) to achieve battlefield comms across secured radio systems. We were the first to ever do this. Nobody had iPhones or even laptop computers to communicate with at that time. We had to develop all that on Sun workstations using the fundamental languages and methods used by Facebook and Google today. But let me get to the point: the Army guys that we worked with every day had a whole different way of talking than what I was accustomed to. It's called jargon, and all areas of life have a different form of this abbreviated lingo. When plans had to change suddenly they would just say that the previous plan had become OBE (Oh-Bee-Ee, not to be confused with Mike). I asked them what the heck that meant? It means "Overcome By Events". It's also a verb, as in, "We got OBE'd". You can imagine that in a miltary campaign there are many opportunities to become OBE.
This week my original plans were unfortunately OBE. A lot of different things happened, but the crusher was the 8 inches of rain we received in the last couple days, along with high winds. Trees and limbs fall down, roads get flooded. drains need to be cleaned out, leaks spring out around your windows, and then you lose all your power for a day or so. This all comes with living "out" and up in the mountains, so I'm not complaining. But now you know why I'm writing instead of posting new photos, or whatever. Doing my best to keep it entertaining.
Maybe I'll get some time to post a few new photos in a couple days or so. However, It also appears that more rain is on the way.
And now you know a new term to use when things just don't go right. You really don't want to make a habit of being OBE.