Spontaneous Scholar: daquell

Too many ideas have crossed my brain this Christmas season. Or maybe, I’ve just been thinking too much.

Anyway, whatever the cause, I have erected a few more sites.

• The biggest contribution to the online world is the semi-completion of NITEGames, the National Ideal Tag Emphasis Gaming Standards. The site, when done, will also have a roster and stats from previous games. Now, though, it consists of an event calendar, an unused blog, and a start page.
• Next, and perhaps more interesting, is my online radio station. It will play from 7-8 AM every weekday, and sporadically throughout the day on Saturdays. On Sundays, it will rarely be up (maintenance and rest will be done then). To listen in, you must have Windows Media Player 7 or higher. Open the player, select the File menu and then select Open URL. (File->Open URL). Then, copy and paste http://24.225.91.27:2659/ into the textbox and press OK. Happy listening!
• Finally, I acquired a TeamSpeak server. TeamSpeak is a wonderful program like a free internet telephone. Instructions for joining my server are at http://vladinscode.daquell.com/MBTSLive.html . Initially, I was going to do the radio over TS, and I may revert to that if it proves convenient.

If and when those are up, feel free to join me at any time. Hope you’re having a great Christmas Season!

Apparently, Tibber_de_Gniw has tagged me. The rules state that I must say who tagged me (already done), state who Santa Claus is going to be (someone who gives me my gift this year), and then tag a few people. I only know one other person who would be willing (read, who wouldn’t slaughter me) for tagging them, so I choose… BlondWarrior&McCracken!! You are now tagged! Mwa ha ha, power.

My Santa Claus is my employer, the wonderful and illustrious Margo! She let me off work the day after Christmas! Three cheers, roll out the tapis rouge, and huzzah to The UPS Store!

This business of ‘tagging’ reminds me of a few years back, when the people in our neighbourhood were trying out something they called ‘jingling’. To ‘jingle’ someone, you got a bag of candy and a note reading “You’ve been jingled!”, and left them by someone’s door. Then, like children used to do, you’d ring the bell and run off feeling sly.

Needless to say, we were jingled three or four times. There seemed to be a lack of planning on our neighbours’ part. The candy was good, though.