I’ve managed to crank out a few posts each week over at the Green Room, so you can check me out there if you’re really jonesing. Mostly political stuff, though.
I keep seeing interesting, cute, or cool stuff that isn’t really worth a whole post, but would be good for just a link. So maybe I’ll just tack them onto the end of this entry, until I find something to write about that doesn’t start with “poor, poor, pitiful me.”
Just a head’s up, I’ve been asked to write for Hot Air’s Green Room. I KNOW. So you can look for me over there, but I’d also like to ask you to keep an eye out here, at least for a while, for anything that might be cross-postable. Or cross-postable with modifications.
See, I’m not sure exactly what they’re looking for yet. So far everything in the Green Room is almost purely political, and not much social commentary — which is more my forte, obviously. I know a lot of you read over there, so maybe you can help me find my place.
All of this implies, of course, that I’ll be writing more. We’ll see how that goes. Right now I have a meeting and then a metric assload of documentation to write. But I have about ten things in draft mode, so I’ll try to fit them in at lunch or something…
I know, I’m sorry. I’m alive. I just feel like I’ve been beaten with a bag of hammers, mentally and physically.
I have a bunch of entries in draft mode — “entries” is a bit strong, really… a bunch of links that could eventually become entries — so I’ll try to stop being a wuss, and get some of them to appear. Magic wand, etc.
My Honda will be 13 years old this year, and while it still runs perfectly fine, I’m afraid that I’ll have to make a long trip somewhere and it suddenly won’t run fine. Also, it weighs about three pounds, so it’s useless in the snow — and they don’t plow the roads here until it stops snowing.
I’m thinking four-door sedan. Something into which I can hoist the tuchus of a 1000-year old, 100+ pound dog. The Honda is the first car I’ve ever owned that isn’t convertible, and I’m kinda over it, so think along that line. I’m planning to buy used, since the value of most new cars drops by 20% as soon as you drive off the lot, but I could be convinced otherwise with enough incentive.
No SUVs. I have my dad’s Jeep.
Please show your work. Go.
Update: Ok, I’m not getting a lot of feedback. I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want: a mid-60s Morris Minor convertible. What I’m likely to get, at this point? Another convertible Saab. Because I loved my last one, and still regret giving it up.
So tell me what you think would be better than either of those.
I know, I know. I’m creeping back. My boss retired, and it completely sucks. Not just because she’s brilliant and knows the business like the back of her hand — but also because, bless her heart, she was the buffer between me and Tweedledee.
Now I have nothing but a cold shoulder separating me from a neverending barrage of words. Hours of mindless, blathering monologue. You think I’m exaggerating, but I’m really not.
And now I have to crawl under my desk and curl up the fetal position for a little longer. But I will be posting more soon. It just might not be sane posting.
[Update] Ugh. He just spent a full fifteen minutes babbling at me about how he’s soooo busy and his phone won’t stop ringing, and he’s getting dozens of emails, and how he just doesn’t have a. single. second. to. spare. Without a shred of irony. [/Update]
In the meantime, here’s a video. Yes, it’s a cat. I know. I don’t like them either, but it’s hilarious.
Did you know that when you combine, like, ten different blogs into one, you end up with 150 categories? Yeah, so that part’s pretty much fixed. I think. Thank god for sql.
The archives now go all the way back, almost ten years. How sad is my life? I still need to move my Vox in here, and one last blog. And I have a bunch of orphaned entries that were only saved as html after a crash, that will be added eventually.
And no, the scribble in the banner won’t be staying. It’s just a thirty second sketch, plus sharpie. But I couldn’t just leave the standard banner…
Update: That’s better. That guy’s expression matches the domain. Doesn’t he look like he just dropped his keys?
The old place wasn’t “me” anymore, whatever that means. I’ve had this hideout for a few years, along with several others, and finally decided on a permanent change.
I’ll get the rest of the archives up soon (from pre-2003), and links, and hopefully a decent design. Not sure if I’ll upgrade from MT3.2 — the more I tinker with it, the more I remember why I liked it so much.
