Hi there new webloggers.

I’m speaking here of people like Rob, Cynthia, Matt and Nils.

I have a humble request for you from the blog intelligentsia: please stop using blogspot to host your blogs. Yes, it’s free, and easy. And free.

But it is also (a) ugly and (b) inflexible and (c) unlikely to be of much use to you as you want to expand the breadth of your blog and (d) doesn’t support the cool web standards like RSS and FOAF and Trackback that we in the blog intelligentsia obsess over.

My suggestion? Use TypePad. It suffers from none of the above, and while it’s not free, it’s only $4.95 a month for basic service, which is very, very cheap.

You will get a more beautiful, flexible, cool, standards-rich weblog, with lots of room for expansion. You’ll also be eligible for much better seating at the meetings of the weblogger elite.

There’s a free 30-day trial of TypePad from their website.

Disclaimer: I have no relationship with TypePad, other than a respect for their products. I don’t use TypePad myself, preferring to use a less-capable, theoretically more flexible homebrew system that I’ve grown addicted to. But people who I know and respect are big TypePad fans. Should the sarcasm be lost on anyone: there is no weblog intelligentsia.

In the continuing drive to understand more about the traffic to this website — who’s reading, how often, and where from — I’ve started to send out (and read back) a cookie called RealPerson. Because things like Google spiders, and other automated robots [probably] don’t support cookies, this will allow me to separate the wheat of real people from the chafe of the automated. The cookie is anonymous: it’s just a unique 13-digit number. Once I’ve developed enough of a log to draw some conclusions, I’ll post the results.

Ever-capable organizer Will Pate has set up a Weblogger Meetup for this Thursday, Nov. 13 at 1:00 p.m. at the Formosa Tea House. Here’s a handy iCal event for you of the Macintized that want to attend (who knows, it may work in Outlook too!); click the link and the event should appear on your iCal schedule for Thursday.

The movie Runaway Jury has an interesting, capable cast, and a clever, intriguing plot. The first act is well constructed, the second act is occasionally thrilling, and then

Aeroplan miles are generally considered, in my little circle, akin to gold. We may snicker at the lowly collectors of Club Z, Airmiles and Esso Extra points, but Aeroplan miles — that’s the real stuff.

I don’t believe my friend Don the Dentist has paid for an airline ticket in 10 years: he just puts the 45 gallon drums of dental amalgam on his Aerogold Visa, and, blamo, gets enough points to fly himself and his burgeoning family to Katmandu and back. Or at least to LA.

So after years of being a casual collector of Aeroplan miles here — 500 here, 500 there — I decided to jump in with both feet, bite the $150 bullet of the yearly card fee, and get Aerogolded. Of course my purchasing is limited, mostly to the occasional fountain pen ink cartridge and the odd floppy disk, so my accumulation isn’t anywhere near that of those that buy MRI’s and Jeep CJ’s on their card. But I’m clocking in about 2000 a month these days, and my lifetime, as-yet-to-be-redeemed Aeroplan mileage total is about to hit 100,000.

So you think I would excited to be entering a “world filled with an ever-expanding array of opportunities” (says Aeroplan).

But I am not.

Aeroplan reality, at least for my travel planning habits, is far less alluring than Aeroplan dreams.

Let’s say, for example, that Oliver and I want to go to New York City next week (a modest dream, but a dream nonetheless). We want to leave on Friday, and come back on Monday.

Well, first off, there are no Aeroplan seats available for a Friday-Monday trip. The best they can offer is a Tuesday departure and Friday return. Fair enough.

The Tuesday departure is reasonable: leave Charlottetown at 4:35 in the afternoon, arrive La Guardia, via Montreal, at ten minutes to nine that night.

But the Friday return leaves New York City at 7:50 a.m., flies to Ottawa for a 9:11 a.m. arrival. Then there’s a three hour wait in Ottawa for a noon flight to Halifax. Then one is forced to overnight in Halifax, returning to Charlottetown at 8:20 a.m. the next morning. That makes it a 24 hour trip from airport to airport.

The stuff that dreams are made of?

But perhaps my plans are too soon: maybe it’s unreasonable to dream so quickly? So I check for a Friday-Monday trip in January.

For a mid-January weekend in New York, Aeroplan’s availability would have us leaving Charlottetown at 7:40 p.m., arriving in Halifax shortly after 8:00 p.m. Then — sheesh! — overnighting in Halifax and leaving Halifax for Montreal the next day at 4:00 p.m.. Final arrival in New York City is ten minutes to seven. Making it another 24 hours journey.

And that’s not all: other routings, for other dates, have us landing at JFK and leaving from Westchester County Airport, which is 27 miles from New York City.

Obviously my dreams and Air Canada’s dreams a different.

Makes me realize why Aeroplan’s competitors are so intent on advertising their “fly any time on any flight” policies.

Buzz discovered Stan Rogers in Halifax.

Here’s a screen shot of the CBC Prince Edward Island website at 5:00 p.m. today. In the place of exciting news, we are treated to an exciting 17 page (well, okay, it’s only one page) Java error message.

Far be it for me to, in my big glass house, throw stones at anyone for having their website show error messages. I simply wish to point out that Java error messages appear, at least to my completely Java-illiterate eyes to reveal absolutely everything but useful information about what went wrong.

I’m just off the phone with Mitch Cormier, the local web maestro, and he says the “web operations guys are on the case.” I hope they have a front end loader to help lift that error message from their brains.

This makes me wonder if what’s kept Java from being adopted by anyone other than weird space-alien like people is simply the fact that it’s so completely divorced from reality. In other words, has Java failed because it has bad error messages?

I know almost nothing about the fishery. But my gut tells me that whenever normal, law-abiding people put themselves on the line for a cause, their cause is just. So here’s a message of support, however ill-informed, to my neighbours in Souris.

This summer I wrote, in a post titled Angels: Fear to Tread, about our experiences at Angels Restaurant in Charlottetown. A month later, owner Ken Zakem called me, apologized for our bad experiences, and asked us to come back.

Tonight we did. Man, what a difference.

Service was friendly — among the best host and server we’ve ever had. The food came at just the right time, was hot, and well-prepared. There were crayons for Oliver, and an orange balloon too. There was a baby change table in the men’s washroom (the only one in town?), and a stool to help little kids reach the taps for the sink too (the only one I’ve ever seen in a restautant!).

I started off with a seafood chowder. It was piping hot (the baseline for judging good chowder), with fresh ingredients, a nice hearty feel on the spoon, and it just plain tasted good. Catherine had the french onion soup, which she found a little too cheesy, but nonetheless a good choice.

For the main course, I had the scallop dinner, which included oven roasted potatoes (which, if memory serves, I didn’t like the first time out, but this time were fantastic), perfectly cooked vegetables (carrots, broccoli, cauliflower) and pan-fried scallops in a creamy onion/bacon sauce. Very tasty. Catherine had the pepper steak, which she ordered rare and which came to the table rare (which, apparently, is rare, so to speak); she said it was very good. She had the same vegetables and potatoes, and enjoyed them as much as I did.

Oliver had a nice plate of dinosaur chicken fingers and zingly curly fries, served with catsup and sweet and sour sauce. He also polished off a large dinner roll. He appeared to enjoy the fries, but, I think, felt a little weird about eating the head off a chicken dinosaur. The apple juice he ordered came in a little cup, with a big straw, which is evidence that Angels knows about kids. Oliver’s meal was $3.00. Which means they know about parents.

For dessert we all had cheesecake, Catherine the butterscotch, me the chocolate, and Oliver far too much of both (he kept leaping across the table to two-time us on cheesecake access): death by sugar, as you might expect, but smooth and creamy, with generous gallops of topping. We also ordered tea, which was served with some sort of ingenious innovative drawstring bag.

Our server was everpresent without being cloying; she was kind to Oliver without being Mrs. Falbo. Oliver was rambunctious and vocal throughout the meal, but there was never a hint that we weren’t welcome.

And the room just plain felt nice — the kind of restaurant space that we don’t really have in Charlottetown much (the Town and Country comes closest): not pretentious, not “family style,” not “fast casual.” Just a nice place to take the family for dinner.

God, they say, is in the details. And by taking care of almost every one of those details, from washroom stools to liberal application of chocolate on the cheesecake, Ken Zakem has elevated Angels from a moribund confusion in an old car dealership into a first class “every once in a while” place to eat. Congratulations, Ken: we’ll be back.

Recommended.

Our house, and presumably every other house on PEI, got a full-colour brochure from Yak today. They’re a long distance dial-around service in the same mold as 10-10-321 — you know, those insufferable commercials featuring old football players, or cast members from Full House that you see on American TV stations from time to time.

Basically, you dial a prefix — in the case of Yak, it’s 10-10-925 — before you dial a long distance call, and you get much cheaper rates. The charges appear on your regular phone bill. And the rates are the same 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. There are no fees, and nothing to sign up for.

I just tried Yak to call Yankee in New Hampshire. Call setup time was the same as I’m used to, and the voice quality was as usual. So, at least on the surface, it works. I can’t speak to whether they bill as they say they do until I get this month’s phone bill.

But their rates sure look good.

For example, the Aliant rate for calls from Charlottetown to Los Angeles is 57 cents a minute (during the day); the Yak rate is 5 cents a minute. That means a 30 minute call to LA would cost $17.10 with Aliant, and $1.50 with Yak.

Another example: the day rate for calls to London, England is 69 cents a minute; the Yak rate is 9 cents a minute. A 30 minute call to London would be $20.70 with Aliant, and $2.70 with Yak.

Note that in these examples I’m comparing Yak’s 24/7 rate with Aliant’s day rate. Aliant’s rates go down at night, and various savings plans can lower them as well.

The only downside of Yak would appear to be that you have to dial 7 extra digits in front of the regular number. I’d happily do that to save this kind of money. Or I’ll forget, and never do it. Who knows.

The depressing thing about Yak, for me, is that, assuming they’re a viable and profitable company, it’s possible to make money selling long distance at rates that are 7 to 10 times less than our local phone company. What does that say about the rates we’ve been paying Aliant all these years?

Am I missing something here?