I will admit I’m a fan of the game Dance Dance Revolution, but I’ll also admit I suck at it. Why? I’ve only ever really played on a reasonably cheap soft dance pad. (Well, that and I’m totally not coordinated. But we’ll blame the pad for my shortcomings and move on.)

To that end, I think I need to get a metal dance pad. Arcade feel, no slipping around (which is the biggest problem I have with the soft pad)… might be a good thing. Costs $139 plus shipping, but I’d wager if you’re going to actually PLAY the game, this is probably the way to go.

Plus, I can see that the health benefits may be in my favor. I hate exercise, but I love Dance Dance. May be something to think about, seeing as how the PS3 and XBox Next (as they’re being called, respectively) won’t be out for another year or two, and those will be my next console-related investments of significance, methinks.

Not that I’ve decided or anything, but it’s interesting to note that dasBlog stores its data in separate XML files, sort of similar to the way GreyMatter stored its stuff. That would make the export from pMachine much easier, but what about the search? Doesn’t efficiency go out the window? Makes you wonder.

This is probably something that most people aren’t bothered by but that bothers me quite a bit.

I have this friend who subscribes to an Internet service provider who uses parental control features to “blacklist” certain web sites. On paper, one would think this sounds like a keen idea - parents can let their kids surf the web “unsupervised” without the kids seeing anything “bad.” The blacklist gets automatically updated so the latest badness is hidden from their youthful eyes.

Things like this sound great, don’t they? Yeah, except for the fact that they blacklisted my site. That’s what makes me think. Am I purveying porn here? Aside from some minor language issues, am I even doing anything that offends anyone? Okay, well, maybe I might offend people, but I’m not sure it’s on a level that requires blacklisting by parental control software.

So I’ve been going back and forth with my friend over why he submits to this sort of treatment by his ISP. Apparently he does have some sort of override control, but just doesn’t choose to exercise it. That both interests and annoys me. I mean, what happens if I’m researching, say, breast cancer or AIDS? Somehow I think I’d start “protecting myself from myself,” don’t you? Stop myself from getting the information I’m looking for?

I think that the idea of parental control is interesting until you start really examining it. I think I’d prefer to trust my kids and teach them what they should and shouldn’t look at rather than rely on automated enforcement of ethics that I may or may not agree with. The same problems we have with spam filters exist with parental control software: How do you know if you’re filtering out enough bad stuff? And how do you know you didn’t just include content you want to get to?

Maybe I just feel like parental control software is overprotection at its finest. I feel like it’s an illustration of an over-politically-correct society trying to protect itself from itself, because God forbid anyone get offended by anything. Sort of like the whole V-Chip television thing. Is there a need for it? Maybe. But the fact there’s a need for it, I think, signals something larger is wrong. Wrong with the content? Wrong with society? Wrong with the way we teach morals? Who knows?

I think it’s important to note that this has nothing to do directly with my friend or the way he teaches his kids. My friend has some of the smartest, coolest kids on earth and if I ever have kids of my own (which is not currently on my agenda), I’d hope they turn out half as great as his. I’m just having issues with the implementation of automated censorship - it’s never been something I agree with, and I’m not about to agree with it any time soon.

My eBay item (well, items, since it was a set of 10 shirts) didn’t sell. In fact, it didn’t get to half of my reserve price, which could mean one of a few things:

First, it may mean that some folks don’t want 10 shirts. Or not the people who have money.

Second, it may mean that I’ve over-valued the items. I don’t think so, though; new t-shirts go for about $12, I figured I could get $7 for barely-used ones.

Third, it may mean that people don’t like reserve auctions. Bah. I was reluctant to start the bidding really high on the item because I didn’t want to discourage bidders right off, but then, some people just don’t even bid on reserve auctions. Can’t win for losing. At least I can see what’s what, now.

I suppose this means I need to re-list these things, but this time I’ll do it individually. I guess we’ll see what happens.

My site may be moving from a Unix-based server over to a Windows 2003 server. To the end users, that shouldn’t make a difference, but to me, that means a few decisions.

Do I continue to use pMachine, which I just recently migrated to and took so long to configure to my liking? Or do I migrate to dasBlog, the best .NET-based blog package? I’ve had people tell me dasBlog rocks, and with pMachine being a PHP/MySQL package… well, I’d rather run on .NET, if you know what I mean. That’s where my expertise lies, and with the ability to use .NET to extend the blog, how can I pass that up?

On the other hand, do I want to deal with that?

Not to mention that, to my knowledge, there’s no pMachine-to-dasBlog conversion utility. When I moved from GreyMatter to pMachine, I was able to import my entries so things weren’t lost. Moving from pMachine to dasBlog, I may not have that luxury.

Which means, of course, that I’d have to write one myself. It wouldn’t have to be robust, since it’d only have to work once, but what a pain in the ass! Do I need to even take something like that on? Or would it just be better to run PHP and MySQL on Windows and call it a day?

The featureset, functionality, and extensibility is there in dasBlog, where it’s harder for me to do stuff in pMachine. My stuff is already in pMachine, though, and I’ve done a lot of work to make it just so… Something to think about, I guess.