Okay, so that’s probably not that exciting for anyone else I suppose, after all, the key question on the mind of anyone reading this is quite likely, “sure you exist, but what the hell are you actually doing?”

Sorry, can’t tell you that just yet.

Not unless you are interested in us sending you a NDA and listening to us pitch to you for either money or a partnership

Here’s what I am going to reveal: We’ve managed to put together a really neat and incredibly talented team of individuals to take on the challenge of revolutionizing online advertising. We’re not just a bunch of technology geeks, but people with passion and a fair amount of experience over numerous technology, game and marketing fields.

Of course every entrepreneur thinks that they can change the world. I’m no different. But what I can definitely tell you after a month or more of working together with this team is that we are going to have a lot of fun challenging and disrupting the marketplace. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

So when are we going to reveal all?

The answer is something I learned from working at BioWare: When we are done; when we are happy with the quality of the product. Our goal is to launch something that is exciting, but polished, it would do no good to go into a beta when we’re not ready. Now for those that we approach in the near future about investment and/or partnerships, well they will hear all about it! We can’t wait to get this out into a beta for you. As you can probably tell I’m truly excited, not just for me, but for the entire team at Empire Avenue!

Follow us on Twitter and Facebook and we’ll reveal all to you as soon as we are able!

Well, as it turned out I think I might have a couple ideas why someone returned it in the first place.

First, Windows 7: The drivers that ship with the adapter are for Vista and do not work with Windows 7. I tried everything from manually opening the device manager and trying to manually install the drivers, no dice. I tried using generic USB adapters, no luck. A pretty frustrating experience, especially when Cisco/Linksys haven’t posted any Windows 7 drivers as of this past weekend. Poor showing on their part I thought. Finally, exasperated and near to returning it I read somewhere to check Windows Update.

Now this is an interesting problem, it’s a chicken and egg situation. For Windows Update, you need a net connection, but the thing I’m trying to install is what gives me the net connection. Sigh. Luckily for me I can stretch a cord out to the computer and get the net, I wonder about those that can’t. Could this be the reason someone returned this? Regardless, if you are in this predicament, yes Windows Update has the latest drivers and the entire thing was up and running in seconds.

As for the device itself, I can only guess that another reason someone might have returned it is the poor reception quality if you use the included USB extender cable. I can’t quite understand this, but the extender cable actually drops the reception quite dramatically even though I can then take the USB adapter closer to the wireless router. Very odd. Connecting it directly to the computer was fine (and I tried multiple USB slots).

So moral of the story (1) Windows 7, trust Windows Update first especially in these early days as manufacturers are probably releasing to Microsoft before the consumer on their websites and (2) I’m still not convinced on the quality of Linksys products and reviewers around the web seem to agree…

I do not know who was at fault. I did not witness the accident itself.

I am, however, about to make myself highly unpopular amongst Montrealers. This city has a traffic problem. I do not mean the messy and screwed up road system, I’m talking about people following the rules of the road. I do not just mean the automobiles, I mean everyone: bikers, pedestrians and the car drivers. In almost every case everyone seems to think they know better than the laws which are put into place to protect us and protect others.

There is a reason for a red light. It means stop. Running the light whether you are in a car, legs or on a bike puts you at risk of getting hit, or worse hitting someone else. This is a bad thing. This is why you get fines if you are in a car and run a red light. The same goes for a stop sign. The sign says “Stop” for a reason.

Now, do not assume I am perfect. I jaywalk, I am like everyone else in Montreal. It is easy to jaywalk, it’s part of the culture, it’s expected and there is no feedback mechanism to prevent people from jaywalking. Laws are not acted upon.

The same goes for biking in Montreal.

Again I do not know what happened at that intersection this morning. But just today here is what I witnessed bicyclists do at that or around that intersection within a 5 minute period:

1. Run the intersection without stopping, glancing or even checking (3 bicyclists)
2. Run the intersection without stopping, glancing or even checking while wearing headphones (2 bicyclists)
3. Switch lanes crazily on St. Laurent while talking on a cell phone and handling the bike with one hand (1 bicyclist).

I personally believe that if you are in any vehicle, and a bicycle is a vehicle, you should be subject to the same laws. Running a stop sign or a red light in a bicycle is extremely dangerous. If I am driving a car I assume you will stop at a stop sign or red light if coming from the opposite direction. We all agree running red lights for cars is one of the worst driving mistakes. Why can we not fine someone who does it on a bicycle?

What would happen to an individual who is driving a car and wearing in-ear headphones? Answering a cellphone and driving with your knees while switching lanes of traffic?

I call on Montreal to actually set an example. Ticket bicyclists, jaywalkers and drivers alike, especially when it comes to running stop signs and red lights. I do not ever want to hit a bicyclist in a car driven by me, even if it is not my fault at the end of the day. A car does way more damage than a bicycle. It is to protect bicyclists that I even write this.

I challenge the police to go to that intersection and give out tickets to bicyclists.

Now, I remember my high school models of the Earth. As the Earth rotates and wobbles on its axis we are treated to a change of seasons.

However, I would like to present an alternative view and a solution to this slow descent into the marauding madness of winter. Have you noticed that as the weather gets colder you tend to wear more clothes? You bundle up in parkas, toques (and for those non-Canadians who don’t know what toque is, you’re missing out), gloves, hats, sealskin and rabbit fur and more besides.

What if the reason for the general depression into Winter is due to us wearing more clothes? What if the mere need to wear more clothes accelerates the onset of winter?

I present to you exhibit “A”. When I was a child my eyesight started to deteriorate. To halt this sudden blindness (so acutely shown when a tennis ball hit me in the face when I was playing tennis at the age of seven), my parents hastily convened a meeting with the optometrist/ophthalmologist who nonchalantly insisted I correct my eyes with glasses. Wonderful.

The eyes of children are unfortunately quite unstable. My eyes decided to adjust to these new peripherals and then some. They adjusted to just below the threshold of perfect vision. Every six months thereafter, my favourite optometrist would continue to play a game of cat and mouse with my eyesight. He would exasperatedly correct my vision to near perfect and my eyes would drop in vision to non perfect, whereupon he would sigh and the process would start all over.

So taking this example, here’s what I propose happens: The weather drops in temperatures and we wear more clothes than necessary because we are unsure about our ability to handle this sudden coolness. To adjust, the temperature drops a bit more to prevent us from getting all sweaty underneath our jackets. We react badly. We swear at the sky, pull on an extra jacket and grumble our way out the door. And so the cycle begins again.

It is time to stop this insanity.

I demand all in the city of Montreal and beyond wear less clothes and warm the temperatures up.

Imagine a world where we all walk around in swimwear in the middle of December with balmy temperatures in the middle of the city of Montreal! I know we can make this dream come true without global warming. Wear less clothes and set yourself free from the tyranny of the temperatures!

However, this “Construction” part of the “Construction Season” goes incredibly slow. The pylons stick around for months and there are very few street construction crews to be seen. It’s almost as if the workers are invisible. The work somehow plods along haltingly. It’s like the thought that if you look at a watched kettle it never boils, the urgency of fixing any issue in the city crawls to a halt the more you look at it or want it done. Obviously Montreal street construction obey laws of relativity that I am unaware of and which would probably astound Einstein himself. But then again, as the nights get longer and the city inches towards our first snowfall, construction hits a pace of urgency that seems to be lacking throughout the rest of the year.

Montrealers, Tourists, wonder no more, as I have deduced what is happening.

You see, the Montreal Street Construction Crews are actually legions of the undead. Yes, you heard it right here. The Construction Crews are filled with daylight avoiding vampires, ghouls and other undead. It’s an ingenious attempt by our city council to tap a previously untapped potential.

Now granted, I don’t have definitive proof. I am slightly nervous at approaching a construction crew member lest they decide that I am actually good juicy food.

So here’s my reasoning:

1. Construction is slowest during the longest days of the year. Previously we all thought that it was because the nice hot weather was keeping construction crews from operating and enjoying vacation. Not at all. The undead cannot go out in the day, naturally the working hours for our frustrated dead brethren is rather short. No wonder the pylons pile up and no work gets done.

2. Pylons appear out of nowhere in the night time and there’s hardly anyone working during the day. Here I thought people were taking copious breaks or potentially the city could not get enough workers. No my friends, it’s actually that the undead crew must work during the night. It is why things go slow. But naturally they have to wait till after 1am to start work. Oh poor souls.

3. Again traffic jams on the streets at 2 or 3 in the morning, how else could it be explained.

4. The slow progress at getting anything done around the city! We all know that the undead are rather stupid and lusting after blood and live humans. Naturally this is why it takes forever. Have you ever tried to get a zombie to do anything useful other than eat your brains?

5. The crumbling nature of our concrete. Obviously the undead need to eat and occaisionally they kill humans and put them into the mix. I had thought this previously to do with the mafia and its penchant for dropping dead bodies into the concrete mixer, but really when you think about it. vampires must be to blame. Never trust a vampire.

I do have to hand it to our city council and mayor. I had no idea that you could keep something like this a secret, but then, what an amazingly brilliant idea. I applaud you. I applaud you.

Nowadays, people keep asking me, “what the heck are you up to?”

My parents are wondering whether I have gone insane.

The parents of my friends are wondering if I have gone insane.

Can Dups feed himself? Is he okay? Oh heck, screw Dups, how’s his long suffering cat doing?

Let me put the rumours to an end. I am not selling my body on the streets of Montreal. But yes, I recently decided it was time to see what the hell all this “entrepreneurial” spirit is all about.

Now admittedly, I might actually be insane but really is that a surprise to anyone?

So let me answer the question as to what the heck I’m actually doing.

First and foremost, I’m taking on the challenge of leading a startup through its paces into the limelight. I wish I could get into exactly what it’s all about, but I can’t just yet. Suffice it to say it should be a bit of fun no matter which direction it goes in. If you have a pile of money or know some interesting tech-related investors get in touch with me and we’ll talk about Non-Disclosures and stuff like that.

Secondly, I want to take on numerous projects (programming, writing, photography and personal), that I have always wanted to do. Some of these involve trying to pay my way through some freelancing, some consulting and perhaps even some photography. Hopefully I’ve learned one or two things in life that might be of interest to someone out there and they might actually be willing to pay me for that knowledge and some hard work. The name of that little venture, I’ll divulge in the next few weeks, I’m just getting some logos finished for now.

Thirdly, I want to work on a couple of software projects that I’ve wanted to open source for years. This will also be done as part of the second thing for which I’m working on logos, so more details to come.

All this comes at a cost. It’s not a small one either. It means less of having what I want and doing a lot more with less. It means staring down that precipice of the unknown and having no choice but to downclimb with no idea of how or what’s actually below and to top it all off, there’s no sense of security in any part of the climb.

It’s scary and exciting all at the same time. It’s the same feeling I have when travelling and coming to a place and not knowing where I’m going to sleep, just magnified a few more times

And this is where my most awesome friends come in. I often say how incredible my friends are. As I set down this path, the most amazing thing to me is how supportive all my friends are being and how helpful. I know that there will be days to come which will make me weep with frustration and I know that I’ll have friends who will stand by me on those days. No matter, success or fail, it’s the human spirit and kindness that truly make a difference in the world.

I hope this answers those questions about “what the heck am I up to?”

The How

Technically the Rhapsody is very very simple. So simple in fact that the entire technology was finished in a matter of three days. The site, its design, the wonderful portraits purchased from an artist on iStockPhoto and the bots which post to Twitter. In short from conception to realization the Tweet Rhapsody came together mostly over a single weekend.

The process for posting each Tweetisode went thusly: Write the 25-40 Tweets place them in a spreadsheet which automatically checked for lengths. For each Tweet I entered the GMT time which I had to mentally calculate for its relevance to the story and to what it meant to Montreal, Canada and Colombo, Sri Lanka. I did discover that conducting a romance between those two countries is entirely possible with the time zones (just in case someone wants to try in real life).

Once the Tweets were done, all I had to do was import the CSV directly into the MySQL database and the programming would take care of the rest. This included showing it appropriately on the web site as well as a bot which would post to the Twitter stream of each individual character. Simple, sufficient and in the end worked very well.

The Why

It’s not every day someone wakes up and says “I’m going to write an Internet-based romance between Sri Lanka and Canada and I’m going to use Twitter as a medium”. I can guarantee that that is likely not a thought most people wake up with. I did.

The Tweet Rhapsody was written to accomplish several tasks. One was a technical test of a generic platform I had written in PHP and Zend Framework with MySQL as the database, this platform I hope to now finish and use for various other projects (and yes, eventually open source).

The second objective was to finish a literary experiment I had started several years before during the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) initially at the behest of my good friend Craig Welsh. This was a story written through blog posts similar to the “Briefroman” or Letter novels of the 18th-19th century. I never finished it and it is these characters which became the central pieces of the Tweet Rhapsody. In addition, the great thing about the Briefromane was that they did not ignore the fact that the letters were important to the story, quite the opposite in fact. I wanted to make Twitter not just the medium, but indeed, part of the story. In other words the story might happen in Twitter-space but could not have happened without the characters being aware of Twitter itself.

The third reason was that I wanted to have a running commentary on issues in both Sri Lanka and Canada and show the similarities of the two countries rather than the large obvious differences. I am of the Sinhalese majority by birth but I long for the day that all the peoples of that island nation are brought together in peace, no more than I wish for the eventuality where there is no discrimination between the English, French and Aboriginal Peoples of Canada. In Sri Lanka yet, the divisions are very deep and my hope is in the possibility of friendships of the type displayed by Raj and David in the Tweet Rhapsody.

The last reason is that I am a closet romantic and I kind of liked the idea or seeing whether this format could actually make people believe in six characters enough to follow them through to the bitter end.

So what and why is the Tweet Rhapsody. First, I am not the first to use Twitter to write a story. Frankly do a Google search and you will discover that there are many Twitter novels. A lot of them come from Asia. Where I might be the first is how I used Twitter to tell the story. Instead of a single Twitter account spouting out 140-character lines from a story, the Tweet Rhapsody was six individuals on Twitter, their individual Tweets would make up the story.

Essentially the Tweet Rhapsody is a collection of Tweets which when read in a specific order bring up a an extended story over the 12 weeks. You could read it on the web site, or you could search for #tweetrhapsody on Twitter and follow the story. Either option worked.

There are many problems with this method of storytelling. First and foremost, the problem with writing a conversational story is that there is almost no background information presented to the reader. In fact the reader has to imagine and make up much of the background story from little snippets of conversation.

A second problem came from the fact that not only was it conversational, it had to be delivered in the Twitter format of 140 characters. Woah. The third problem was that I wanted this to be fast and quick, so I divided each week into a chapter and each chapter into “Tweetisodes” that last only a day. To add more misery to the writer (i.e. me) I also decided that there was to be no more than 40 Tweets and a minimum of 25 Tweets per Tweetisode. I had to hook and tell people a story with 25-40 lines per day from any of six characters told as a story.

This is not easy. I am very curious to know whether I succeeded.

I then added a further complication to the whole thing. I wanted the Tweet Rhapsody to be written as *fast* as humanly possible. To that end each Tweetisode was written at the most two weeks in advance and there was to be next to no editing. This was basically a write-once, post-immediate exercise. The only exception I made to this rule was that I chose one friend, two at the most, to see the Tweetisodes before they were posted.

So thank you very much Delphine and Meghan.

I had developed a skeletal story for the Tweet Rhapsody but I wanted the story to evolve in relative real time. When an event happened in either of the two countries that the story is set in (Canada or Sri Lanka) I made reference and even wove it into the main fabric of the story. Events such as Michael Jackson’s death could not be ignored. The idea was to make the Tweet Rhapsody as living a conversation as possible. The characters do not inhabit some fantasy land they needed to be part of our fabric of existence complete with weather and news.

This also meant one more restriction. While I knew the relative path of the story I could not write the story more than a week in advance at the later stages. This worked very well until I had to go on vacation to the wilds of Newfoundland and Labrador and discovered that finding an internet connection when required was not always as easy as it could have been.

I have now posted Tweetisodes from airports, train stations, hotels, bus stations, the lobby of restaurants, poaching free wireless from unlocked routers and a whole host of friends houses, cafe’s and what not.

So the end result? 37,000 words over 12 weeks broken into 12 chapters with well over 2,000 tweets.

On Friday September 11, the initial story comes to an end.

Bullwinkle: Master Niall, it is with great pleasure that I report to you that your great friends and wonderful people have survived the night of the Great Storm.

Rocky: Oh god, if this gets any more cloying I’m going to puke my felt guts out.

Bullwinkle: Shut it Rocky, this is my story, go annoy someone else. I can’t believe the creators chose you to be the right foot. I hope Niall is left-handed, he will understand my pain.

Rocky: BLARGH!

Bullwinlkle: Ignore him oh gracious Niall. So let’s see, the honoured hosts Dups and Mike woke from a rather sleepless night at the Auberge and fled from the scene as fast as was humanly possible into the cold rain-driven Sept-Iles. Of course they insisted on showing us the sights including taking a photo of us at the Sept-Iles-Labrador City Train station…

Rocky: They got my butt wet…

Bullwinkle: Then we headed due east with only a major stop at the Chute Manitou just west of Sept Iles for a quick walk down to the major falls. Time for his holiness Dups to test his boots and his fantasticness Mike to clamber as close to the falls as possible. Of course they didn’t take us with them but we heard about it when they got back.

Rocky: “Holiness?!”, “Fantasticness?!” if you are more obsequious you might rupture that spleen bending over.

Bullwinkle: From there they headed to Longue-Pointe-de-Mingan where we would all be camping on the beach. At no point did the sun shine through. Our campers extraordinaire decided to camp next to the beach and even oriented the tent in a such a way that any driving wind from the ocean would result inthe tent staying up. With the cloudy, miserable and rainy weather they went to Havre St-Pierre to book a cruise around the National Park Reserve of the Islands of the Minganie for next morning and see the town that their friend Genevieve’s family was from.

Rocky: No doubt a female version of these clueless gits.

Bullwinkle: With a cruise booked, they went in search of a can opener. Once they got themselves understood for what they were looking for, they searched Havre-St-Pierre and finally bought the most expensive can-opener ever in their glorious history.

Rocky: HAHAHA and they call themselves campers

Bullwinkle: Hush it. So then they headed back to camp and cooked a fine meal of vegetable rice, fresh scallops and broccoli in mushroom sauce, finished with some chocolate cake.

Rocky: I’ll give them that they can stuff themselves tastefully. All the more to feed the moose in Newfoundland…

Bullwinkle: As the rain started coming and the water hissed on the burning embers of their fire (Rocky: Ooooh look you poet) they decided to go to sleep. In the middle of the night the wind picked up to the most annoying gusts and from a completely unexpected direction whereupon the tent poles folded in upon themselves and fell onto Dups. Dups then proceeded to prop up the tent with his hands while both him and Mike were laughing uproariously. Fortunately and despite the sudden leak that sprang up inside the tent the great and wonderful transporters had a wonderful sleep.

Rocky: OH MY GOD. YOU ARE SUCH A DITZ.

Bullwinkle: Hey Rocky, I’m not sure I like being left out in the cold here, without me there would be no you.

Rocky: Oh shut up Bullwinkle. Okay so these pair o doofuses…

Bullwinkle: I’d like to think of them as “saviours” if you will…

Rocky: Yes two bloody great saviours they are, I’m think from the frying pan into the fire. So these two doofuses, Dups and Mike, stole us out of a shop in Tadoussac, Quebec and are taking us to some greater doofus by the name of Niall, in Newfoundland of all bloody places…

Bullwinkle: ROCKY! Shut it, that is our future master you are talking about, be kind… I do not want to be put into a shredder…

Rocky: That great dork better not shred me, I’ll show his right foot what’s coming if he does, anyway so back to the story. So these guys come take us away and then promptly take us camping… CAMPING?! CAMPING?! I am used to much more creature comforts than CAMPING!!! If that Niall fellow takes us camping, why I’ll…

Bullwinkle: Hey they took photos of us at the campsite, come on, Rocky, have a heart.

Rocky: Then early this morning they took us to see the Sand Dunes of Tadoussac. I thought my felt antlers were going to be ripped apart by the hot sand flying in my face, and they insisted on taking pictures of us. Oh my poor face, now now, don’t get defensive Bullwinkle, it’s not like you have a good looking face… I have to protect mine.

Bullwinkle: Sniff.

Rocky: From there after a brief stop in Les Bergeronnes (now there was a Cafe, the Mer et Monde, now that could have been a nice home for me, Niall, my “master” you better make good coffee) and then we drove through to Baie Comeau. Of course they had to have a brief stop near Le Colombier to have lunch and cook lentils of some such. If they had not stopped we could have made it much faster and avoided the rain. Of course they also have to stop off at a “scenic” view only to discover an “art” installation with pink dinosaurs and obelisks. I would rather have drowned.

Bullwinkle: Rocky, I am so going to pull your your antlers off.

Rocky: And I’m going to shove your button eyes into my butt. Okay So they visit some Glacier exposition in Baie Comeau then promptly try to drive around on a gravel road to nowhere, *I* could have told them how stupid that was. All to find some valley of the seashells which the company had the good thought to hideaway from these doofuses. And then they drove to Sept-Iles.

Bullwinkle: Ooh Rocky Rocky, tell them about Dixieland!

Rocky: Oh right. Those bloody doofuses. I’m going to lose track of that word if I keep using it. Well they read the restaurants available in Port Cartier and come upon four. So they take this one called Dixieland. What the fuck were they expecting anyway? It’s basically a Mary Brown knock off. I’m glad that idiot Dups got *something* off the menu before driving us into that heavy rain. Anyway, the two have gone off into this Auberge and left us on the street in the car… Niall you better treat us better or I’m… I’m…

Bullwinkle: Oh master Niall, I will soothe and caress your left foot and make you feel very very happy. And tomorrow, *I* will write to you master, not that ass Rocky!