Francois A. ' Navman' Dumas's Page

Is it the financial crisis - whatever that may be - that lures people into trying to sell every bit of crap around the corner? I doubt it. I think actually that it is the Internet that's to blame.
You see, 'in the old days' when you opened a shop to sell t-shirts printed with someone ELSE's logos, or 'drinks toasters' made out of wrongly burned CD's, or the umpteenth greenish satellite picture projected on some perfectly good FSX textures, you'd not have many people even ENTER the shop. Let alon… Continue

A discussion on the simFlight Forums about Internet friends, started by Chris Brisland, made me write a reply, thet I thought might interest readers here too. Chris was wondering if Internet friends are actual friends, or maybe just 'contacts' with no deeper meaning.

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Needless to say that I am a strong believer in 'Internet friendships' and the likes (communities). I have been a 'webmaster' form the times there wasn't a 'web', but when we already had a very modern corporate netwo… Continue

Not an interesting question for many of you, I am sure. Or maybe it is? Here's my continuous dilemma, one that I face on a daily basis, and have done so ever since I started working for simFlight (and simMarket).
Also one that I have so far managed to work with pretty well, supported by my friend and business partner Miguel.

SimFlight is a NEWS web site bringing you independent news about flight simulation, and aviation topics. And one of the agreements its owner and I had from the start is tha… Continue

Really, although I’ve been in the ‘computing business’ since 1978 and involved with PC’s (or microcomputers as they were called back then) before that, I could very often well do without the bloody things. We’ve all been there. A perfectly fine and proper workin… Continue

My good friend Miguel often calls me grumpy, a name that until recently I myself attached to quite a few people older than me. Since I am rapidly growing older myself, or so it seems of late, I guess I’m as grumpy as the next old guy. That is if you think 57 is old.
I do, especially on those days that all the old – and new – little pains get out of bed together with me. Hurting back from 40-years old volleybal injury, a hurting toe from god-knows-what, stiff shoulder.
Heck, I can’t even brush my… Continue