Three small letters can change your life.

So, I registered a domain name for my friend Megan and myself. Mostly so we have a receptacle for our web projects and because I needed a place to park a self-promotional site while I'm trying to get into grad school and the like, but also because we were throwing around the idea of starting a design company some day.

Well, after trying over and over again to register www.cakepolice.com with a local hosting place that I plan to use (and failing because of their crappy credit card authorization), I ended up emailing them in frustration. The support guy asked for me to email the info and he'd take care of everything manually. I sent the stuff and I've got the domain.

Oh wait, no, I've actually got: www.cakepolice.org - which isn't bad on the outset, especially because I like the whole aspect of Megan and I being some sort of secret organization, but it'll really suck if we do make it into a business someday. All because I didn't watch what I was typing. I don't know, I'm still in the old school of internet domains where .com means commericial and .net has something to do with network services and .org, well, is reserved for people who do things for mankind without thought of payment.

Of course, I still remember Braden and I sitting around a computer in 1990, dialing up to UCF's internet server at 14.4k and using the web for the first time. We marvelled at the scientific documents you could find, a menu for a pizza restaurant in Fresno, and how many cokes were left in a Stanford vending machine. The best thing of all - the web would never be used for commercial purposes, only educational and organizational.

You can stop laughing at us now. Please.