The Twitterfication of Lum the Mad

As most of you have no doubt noticed, my yen for long-form blogging has ebbed of late. It will probably come back at some point – until then I recommend two coping mechanisms:

* Adding me to your RSS reader so it’ll politely notify you at some point in the future when I decide to blather at length
* I’ve recently been posting to Twitter, because 140 characters is about my speed lately.

And You Say You Never Get Invited To Anything

An out-of-work social media guru is promoting himself via holding a social media party!

How do I register for this event?
Visit the event page Historian’s Social Media Party and click on Attending. If you’re not a Facebook member, join Facebook first.
I don’t want to use Facebook, now what?
Post a comment here, or send me a message via twitter just use #SocMeParty so I know it is about this.
In what ways can I participate?
You can post a link to your blog or website with a brief non-hypey introduction. You can network (see below) with other people and check out their links. You can even be a fly on the wall (no pun intended) and just chill.

Left undefined is how this is different from the Internet in general. Well, aside from the fact that the Internet was not dedicated to this one guy. Until now. That’s right, if you use the Internet for the next three days, you’re part of his party.

And here on Broken Toys, we party hearty.

I Hate You, Internet

Among other various email addresses I’ve collected over the years, I was one of the first to sign up for Gmail, so I actually snagged my name – sjennings.

This has not been terribly useful to me.

Why? Because, apparently, everyone who shares my first initial and last name thinks it’s their Gmail address. Thus, at any given point, I can pop this email account open and read job offers, requests for insurance seminars, Facebook status updates, and notes from their husbands that they are working late this evening.

I am apparently the Gmail vector for everyone s and jennings.

So Shaun, Suzie, Steve, Sara, Shane, Shay, Sue, Sheila? Would it be too much to actually figure out which email address you have before giving it out to people? Sheila, I’m glad you’re getting married but I don’t really want to see pictures of your dress or the approximately 500 bridal magazines you’ve signed up for. Stephen, I’m pretty sure buying her chocolate isn’t going to help. Shakira, did you really need to sign up for using the wrong email address? And Steve, all the newsletters for ammunition are kind of creeping me out here. Plus, your wife Ellen wants you to know the meeting with the therapist is at 4:00 PM. You should probably go.

I’m pretty sure that checking this email account every so often makes me a bad person.

Gleefully Touching Third Rails

Latest article for is up, where I wallow in failure.

In a player-vs-player game that focused on getting as many people as possible to fight massive battles, if too many people were in one place, the game would crash with a cryptic “SB.EXE error”. Other causes of SB.EXE errors included network instability, server instability, general instability, phases of the moon, and something you did you know what you did don’t lie.