This is Puppy.
Isn’t he the most adorable intelligent sugar-bear you’ve ever seen? He’s also incredibly silly. Behind him you see the bane of my formative years, the compost pile. Misbehavior of any sort promised a fume-filled, squishy day of “moving mulch”. While it did build character (and superior arm muscles) I can’t say I miss it much.
As most others, I offer you my list of random things for 2004.
Best self promotion of a television entity
I’m going for the SciFi channel. Their brand videos rock hard core. Their website isn’t bad either.
Coolest thing I’ve learned this year
That would have to be how to create a Mozilla extension I got the tutorial project up and working and succesfully modified an existing extension. Go me. If anyone wants to test it to see if it crashes your computer, email me.
Biggest fad that I participated in
Gmail. Hands down. A gig of searchable email space that is completely new and not yet open to the public? Who could ask for a more useful trend? Everyone was talking about it. Gmail was the internet equivalent of the golden ticket to cool. People would visit your blog and grovel at your digital feet on the off chance that you would offer to make them cool also. This is assuming your blog wasn’t at sparkalyn.com. As in most meetings of a fad and me, by the time I made it to the scene it was uncool to brag about Gmail. It was even less cool to suggest embarassing or at the very least entertaining things that your loyal readers could do to earn an invitation. Darn. I currently have between 4 and 872 Gmail invites that I can’t get rid of to save my life. So, if you have a great great aunt or a child under the age of 4 that needs a gmail account let me know. Feel free to do something entertaining in the comments.
Biggest Fad that I didn’t participate in because I am poor but wanted to really, really badly and which causes me to think jealous thoughts at those who did
Ipods. Unlike Gmail, Ipods are still hot. They will stay hot for a long time and only become unhot the exact week that I aquire the funds to buy one. Even if that doesn’t happen, I would still be unhot because I would replace the earbuds with my huge and lovely noise reducing headmuffs or some nice comfortable Koss over the ear thingies. Such is life.
And so on and so forth
The list could go on, I haven’t even gotten to The Daily Show or my fascination for a certain four-letter word Maybe I’ll post another list some other time. But for now I think my sneezing dislodged something and I have to go get that checked out.
There are big plans for this space for next year. Most of them are still wandering around in my head wondering if they will ever get out. If any do, I’ll let you know. Happy, prosperous and productive New Year to anyone that is still reading.
Lord I’m thankful for my family,
I love them very much
But when we get together it can make me want to cuss.
I know they care about me, I care about them too,
and so this year I’m very clear in what I’m asking you.
Give me the strength and patience
not to make an ugly scene
though my sister has the logic
that would make an angel scream.
Give me the grace and poise it takes
to not bitch, nag or fuss
even if my brothers’ moodiness
will be the death of us.
I could keep writing verses
there are many ways to go
but my own creative juices are running rather low.
So if you think you’ve got one,
leave a comment, make it good
Or even bad, it’s up to you, just so it’s understood
Despite the drama, pouts (and pain) this holiday will bring
there’s lots of laughter (and food too) and other sappy things.
Whoever your family, whatever your food
be thankful that you’re living
From me to you, I hope you have, a wonderful Thanksgiving.
I have never claimed to be a prolific speaker / writer / publisher. This is good because If I did I would doubtless be pursued by people wanting to beat me across the shoulders with flails and call me liar. Why don’t I update my blog more often? To borrow a phrase from the blogger of wonder, I’m a lazy, lazy bastard.
Continue reading The diary of a lazy bastard
Note: This is the first and probably last time you will see me show an interest in politics. Don’t get overly excited, it still bores me to tears. But this is important.
Some people seem to have a natural talent for digging through crap to find the shiny gold bauble of truth. I am not one of those people. When faced with a crap overload I tend to base my decision on such warm fuzzies as initial impression and my internal sleaze detector. Continue reading Bring in the Poopsmith