Carbonated Milk

Aidan reminded me of the existence of carbonated milk. That reminded me of a Salon article titled I come to bury Iamcarbonatedmilk.com, not to praise it. It’s about expired domain names and why people register them.

I seem to remember being around when several absurd names were registered, including assbarn.com and the now-defunct mybuttthemovie.com. The motivation in each case quite simple: it seemed like a good idea at the time because we were very drunk. That also explains a lot of stuff purchased from EBay.

New StyleFeeder Features

Hey look, new features: when you add an item, you get room for more detailed notes and a list of all the tags you’ve used in the past.

Jim Moore likes it. He does think that this means it’s becoming a blogging platform, and that being a blogging platform is great. I’m not sure I agree. Having detailed notes is nice, sharing them with your friends is nice, but I don’t know that the world needs another blogging platform any more than I agree with JWZ’s assertion that every application will eventually grow until it can send email.

It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged about real estate

It’s been a long time since I’ve talked about real estate. But the number of places in my neighborhood for sale keeps piling up– $500k condos, $900k single-families, that kind of thing. So thought I’d look around to see if there’s any news about that impending real-estate disaster I keep thinking is just around the corner. Remember, I’ve been thinking it’ll happen any day now for at least three years. As my 7th grade history teacher used to say, even a blind pig finds an acorn once in awhile.

Highlights from the last couple weeks of real-estate Jeremiads:

I’m feeling kind of optimistic: I might be able to buy a home sometime in the next two years.