D A L I F . C O M

Yup. WiFi just got set up here. Dunno if I mentioned it, but on my birthday my mom got me a wireless access point, as well as a nice evening with some of the best food I, and my few select guests, had had in a long time. Anyway, that was almost a month ago. Today, I got that access point working. Or rather, with Ranc's aid, I got it working. Apparently, what the manuel figured wasn't important was, that the comp connecting to the access point had to be outside the DHCP range (x.x.0.1 ip) seing as the access point itself was out of range (x.x.0.50). Anyway, that's all jibberish to the layman I guess. Point is, we set up a completely new comp, and after the usual problems of getting things to work correctly, we had an active connection via cable. Fixed the settings, hooked it up to the router, and I was able to log into it from my own box. 

Now we've got a wireless network going. Naming things like that is always a problem for people like us, because basically we go through a billion different stupid names before coming up with something that was said right at the start. In this case, the network was named 'Pindemad' which is the danish word for a type of horse d'oeuvre you often get at the likes of gallery openings, and other public get-togethers. I dunno why that word comes up a lot. It's just a fun word, I guess.

Anyway, WiFi for us here at Dalif.com Headquarters. Yay... Now I just need to spend another month getting the PCMCIA WiFi card working in Ubuntu. Anti-yay. I'll get it tho, don't you people worry for even the shortest of seconds about that. I'll get it.

In the immortal words of dalif.com's very own Mel Gibson... As the treasured Braveheart screaming for freedom, effectively killing King whatshisface of England, and making what must be one of the least subtle points ever, before his own imminent death, I left my job.. or should I say ex-job today for the last time as a slave. I entered the brisk and drizzly air with a clear and happy feeling about me. No more for me are the damned days of doing absolutely fuck all, while pretending to work. No more for me is all the bullshit I've had to sit through, as if I was retarded. No more lies or half truths that are designed to make things appear rosy red, while they are really closer to the color of a post-defecation incident. No effing more.

I've been meaning to for some time, and finally went ahead with it today. Changed the site back to dalif.com. .org still works a charm, but I've just had it as .com from the get go, and I rather think the sound of it is a bit nicer. Dalif.com... it feels good saying it, doesn't it? Go ahead... say it.. loud.. loud.. SCREAM IT!

Right, anyway... dalif.org is now dalif.com again, and you may just have to accept that. It won't make a lick of difference to you anyway, you casual websurfer. But it's nice for me, being a hardcore blogger, I need to keep my shit up at all times.

Enjoy!

Well it isn't all bad today. And I feel this whole situation shouldn't cast a dark and inpenetrable shadow over our respective lives. It's sad, but of course we must go on.

And it's in the spirit of that notion that I'll go ahead and wish our top international correspondant, Holden, the happiest of birthdays. He turns into a throbbing young man of an undisclosed age today, and for that, the entire staff here at dalif.com would like to extent a plethora of well wishes.

Happy birthday old chap. I hope your day will be one of enjoyment, and that you'll get some wicked presents :)