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Some of the guys at work have been working double time to redesign the Formos website. Take a look. What do you think?

Fred Wilson wrote a post earlier on his blog, A VC, called Powerpoint vs Working Code?. In this post he mentions a small study which shows how Venture Capitalist would rather see a demonstration of your software than a silly Powerpoint presentation.

Early in the fund raising process, it might be hard to get large amounts of a web application completed on the budget provided from seed funding. For reasons like this, web frameworks (tools to make creating web applications easier) have started to build into their ‘toolkit’ prototype like functionality.

My favorite is Tapestry 5. With T5 I would be able to create, say, a registration form in less time than it will take to write this post. Now, this form might not be in the final visual state I would like it, but it gives me a chance to quickly get something working.

If you are a developer and are interested in how this works, you can see a screen cast for this form. If you would like to see what a prototype would look like with this method, this screen cast will show this too.

Last night I was cooking something in the microwave when I hear this burning, crackling, spark-like sound. I turn around to see burning, crackling, spark-like sights coming from my microwave. In fear of having burning, crackling, spark-like objects in my tummy, I moved over to the stove.

I think it might be time to get a new microwave.

A little over 25 years ago, a young chap was born, and his parents gave him a valiant name. That young man, we will call him Dustin, is me. As long as Dustin can remembered those close to him have called him Dusty. Growing up, in fact, his grandmother was the only person he can remember who called him Dustin. At the time, it annoyed every ounce out of him, but a grandmother’s love will drown any annoyances.

Then one day, this young man graduated high school, packed all of the things he owned in the car, kissed his mother goodbye, and ventured off to college. Some of Dustin’s best friends ended up going to college with him, and with it his nickname. About this same time, he started introducing himself as Dustin. This was not to replace his nickname but to be more formal during introductions.

An interesting situation formed. People who had always called him Dusty continued as one might think would happen. As a generalization, most women/ladies/girls called me Dustin while the guys out there eventually picked up on Dusty and went with it. This holds true to this day - six years later. Dustin even refers to himself as Dusty during non-professional settings. He is also dating somebody who even giggles every time somebody calls him Dusty, odd little girl she is.

Then one day about, say, nine months ago his bestest friend started dating a girl. Since permission was not given to mention her here, we will call her With an ‘I’ since she spells her common name with an ‘i’ instead of a ‘y’. With an ‘I’ is one of those few girls who uses Dusty. But she takes it one step past kosher and spells it with an ‘i’. Yes, yes, she - and now all her friends even those who knew him before - calls me Dusti.

The best response for this has come from Dustin’s mother. She said some words I would like to keep off this site, but if the stereotype holds true, it would be something like: ‘Sounds like it is from San Fransisco’.

This is Dustin (or Dusty) hoping you a magical Tuesday.

Last night was the annual UP vs Gonzaga basketball game at UP. I was lucky enough to have front row seats behind the basket and the cheerleaders.

At one point in search for the ball, one Gonzaga player decided to face plant himself in a friend’s chest. That friend being Jason.

While we were still talking about a large man falling on Jason, I was privileged enough to look up just as the ball was hitting me in the face. I would like to say I took it on the chin with a grin, but it was more like on the nose with a smile (and a bloody nose). Jason later told me he could have stopped it, but since I didn’t help him with the falling man, I was on my own for that one.

And that was my Monday.