About Me
Grettir (rhymes with “better” and “wetter”) is a ridiculous nickname/pseudonym I picked up quite a while ago. Grettir, the son of Asmund, was the hero of the 14th-century Icelandic saga entitled The Saga of Grettir the Strong. In the introduction to his 1914 translation, G.A. Hight wrote:
“The reader comes to know Grettir as a living being of flesh and blood: the man of strength and courage and essential good nature whose natural hastiness of temper turns to a rash impatience, blighting his life and condemning him to long years of outlawry. He finds the loneliness and desolation all the harder to bear because he, the strongest and bravest man in the whole of Iceland, is nevertheless afraid of the dark.”
But I will vigorously deny even obvious parallels.
In real life:
| Age: |
44 |
| Marital Status: |
Single |
| Offspring: |
2 beautiful girls, Emma & Zoe |
| Location: |
Utah |
| Occupation(s): |
Dad, Information Security Engineer, Web Developer, Writer, Film School Drop-Out, and Actor (Retired) |
| Sign: |
Gemini |
About Tiny Pineapple
During a community theater production of “My Fair Lady,” a friend of ours, Kathryn Bartholomew (an unabashed turophile, though that has nothing to do with this particular story), was required by the director to approach a street vendor holding a fruit basket, improvise some dialogue, and then move on.
To fulfil this obligation, she would approach the street vendor, pick out an alarmingly small plastic pineapple, admire it, and say, in full voice:
“What a lovely, tiny pineapple!”
For reasons that only make sense at musical theater rehearsals well after midnight, we all found it terribly amusing.
After the production, the tiny pineapple began to show up in the oddest places at the oddest times. It would appear on someone’s doorstep in the middle of the night dressed as Elvis, or you’d open your underwear drawer and there it would be, perched atop your skivvies. It even made a transoceanic flight to Italy in the luggage of an unsuspecting traveller.
So, come on, what better domain name could there be? I’m sure people thought that “Yahoo” was a silly name, too, and look what happened there. Of course, the founders of Yahoo are all billionaires and I made 28 cents last month in referral fees from Amazon.com, but the comparison stands.
Web Standards
We do our best to support Web Standards by using XHTML for markup, semantic markup to provide context, and Cascading Style Sheets to make it look presentable.
More often than not, everying should validate:
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Privacy Policy
We collect aggregate information site-wide, including anonymous site statistics, domain names, and/or IP addresses. (In other words, our web sever has a log file.) We use this information to help diagnose problems with our server, to administer our Web site, and to marvel at the sheer lack of traffic that we generate. We keep this information to ourselves.
With the exception of Tiny Pineapple Postcards, we do not solicit personal information from our users. To be quite honest, there are just some things about you that we’d rather not know.
When sending a Tiny Pineapple Postcard, users are required to enter the user name and email address of both the sender and recipient. This information is only used to a send notification email message to the postcard recipient and to display the sender and recipient on the postcard itself. Again, we keep this information to ourselves.
We are not responsible for the content of any messages sent via Tiny Pineapple Postards. However, to prevent misuse, we monitor the system periodically and we reserve the right to remove any messages that would be deemed by our mothers to be threatening, abusive, harassing, and/or spammish in nature.
