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DiedOnline.com - The Internets first ever death notification system!

Ever wonder how your online buddies would know if your dead or not? That is the question I was pondering late one night. How would my online buddies ever know if I had passed away? Then, I came up with the ultimate solution! DiedOnline.com - a website that will automatically notify your buddies if you die.

How does it work? You place special HTML code on your website, in your email signature, in your AIM sub-profile and pretty much wherever you can place HTML code. This will display a little image saying if you are dead or not.

You log into the member area within the time period you specify (your death check date). When you log in, the system knows you are alive. If you do not log into the system by the specified date, you will be labeled as dead.

How would all your online friends know if you died? Although I've also thought about this it still seems kind of morbid and twisted in a black humour sort of way.

In my case it would be useless. Although I'm tempted to join I KNOW I would never remember to login by my due date. Everyone would think I was dead when, in fact, I was just disorganized.

I've listed my site in Blogarama. I chose Arts/Culture as a subcategory. I wish they had a feature that let you look up other Canadian/ Australian/ etc blogs. I like having the flag next to each entry though. That helps.

This was in Liz's blog. GeoURL, another way to find bloggers in your neighbourhood.

I put the link and graphic on my front page.

lizvang.com

I noticed the BlogWhore thing a week ago. I went to check it out but never really found any answer to the universal question.... "What is a blogwhore?"

sigh Why did I ever expect the universe to co-operate. Silly me.

Anyway, Liz is in the running to be a blogwhore. She must certainly know what a blogwhore is. Maybe, she'll whisper the secret to me.

One thing, her blog is sucking the life out of my web connection. Only a true blog whore would have that many big files on her pages. I may lack a lot of sophistication and technical wizardry but my blog loads in a few seconds.

Is that something to be proud of? Oh well, take it where you can get it. ;)

Open Directory Public Forum

Just came across this. Not sure if it's really all that useful. I read some of it and decided not to register and not keep the URL even. Far too many swollen egos on both sides. At times I think there are too many persnickity nitpickers, niggling over the skimpiest details that really don't seem to matter one dot. Sometimes they seem so small minded you wonder what keeps their head inflated that big. It's very frustrating to try to get anything accomplished. These days I just give up and work along as it is.

Not all of them are frustrating people, some are human. But the few that are not (or at least don't think they are) have really spoiled things. You would not believe what a great community Dmoz once was, so long ago. I miss all that. I've really stuck with it because I've put too much into it to let it go to pot now. Not that I'm putting in anything like the effort and time I did before. You can't be that obsessed unless you feel joy along with passion.

Not that it would die off without me, I'm under no illusions in that regard. But, I like to keep my areas maintained, at least not see them become wastelands. We aren't supposed to call them "our" areas. But, when you are the only person active in maintaining an area it does become personal. I don't see how you can avoid that.

Anyway, my brother is here to use the other computer to check his email. He shoveled the snow while I made him soup but he's rearing to get online now.

Live in the Delirious Cool

Something like this might work for me. Instead of the text title and subtitle I could create a graphic and stick that in. The problem would be sizing it all up nice and happy.

I like her subtitle for her about section. "Who does she think she is?". Made me laugh.