Archive for January, 2009

(unwarranted) recap of (unattended) MIMA event

Thursday, January 22nd, 2009

Last night I met up with some folk at Shaw’s for their homestyle ronnies. They were delicious, as always but they kept me from the Digital Reputation Management event. Thanks to Ustream and the posting of the recorded event, I was able to “attend.”

Basically, three representatives from early adopting companies talked about how they’re using social media to manage their company’s public image. The commentary is thoughtful and in-depth. If you’re at all interested in using SM to boost your company’s involvement, take a look (it’s over an hour, you’ll need some time; embedded below). (more…)

proprietary pomposity

Wednesday, January 21st, 2009

Why is it I can’t resist the urge to alliterate? Ridiculous.

Microsoft is impressively stupid. Back in the day they were kicking ass and taking names. Everyone had to be on a MS platform to do anything. Then Apple started gaining market share and MS shat a few mouse trails. (Launched an error-laden OS; spent millions on un-aired ads.)

As I sling interweb code for a living (theoretically) my relations with MS have been more uncomfortable. Their browser (set as default and installed with their OSs) is terrible. It’s a one-legged, fat guy trying to keep up in a pick-up game of 3-on-3 with off-season NBA rookies. (more…)

see you at the finish

Monday, January 19th, 2009

Saturday aft, I ran a mile (in person, you can hear my quadriceps sobbing). Granted, I wasn’t going for speed (read: lapped by pentagenarian) but I didn’t have to stop. Subsequently, I’ve decided to be in a triathlon. (No I haven’t.) As such, I’ve started my research. (more…)

facebook’s whopping failure

Friday, January 16th, 2009

While I don’t personally add applications to my Facebook profile(s), some are all about it. They’re ass deep in “Which Reservoir Dog Am I?” and “All the Places I’ve Been You Haven’t” boxes. Which brings me to the “Whopper Sacrifice.”

Facebook is famous for its cluttered friend lists. Some are still friends with folk they met while filling their URC‘s or those hot girls they met at freshman orientation. (With entire self-tagged albums in bikinis, tagged with “gross” or “fat,” desperate for contradictory comments.) (more…)