Apr 29
The request has been made that I get back in business on the blog writing. You know who you are.
I’m back at it.
Coming back to visit this space, however, I realized that my twitter widget was borked. This means, first thing on the agenda is a fresh coat of paint around this place.
Actual content tomorrow.
p.s. Thanks for not removing your feeds. :D
That’s what my dad told us, my friends and I, when we wandered down to his lab to see what he was working on. He was and is always working on something. At that point, he had a mic set up in the basement and the sound was somehow being transmitted via laser. I kid you not.
When my dad was still in undergrad at Stanford, he and my mom and older brother lived in the married student housing available to families on campus. They were tiny places stacked next to each other. On the occasions that they were invited next door to dinner and my brother needed to sleep, they would walk next door and enjoy the company of their friends safe in the knowledge that they could hear any move my brother would make in his crib because of the one way radio my dad rigged that sat near his crib. It was a baby monitor, you know, like EVERYONE has now, except it was 1963.
I’m sure there are countless other things that I never heard about. I definitely heard about the laser thing, and it’s predecessor, which consisted of point to point microwave communications, upon which he built a company. He and a couple of the other guys even got to go to Reagan’s ranch to set some up as a test.
The point of all of this being, of course, that I am my father’s daughter, and if he can do all these things, I can certainly bend time and pretend that I did not forget to post yesterday today.
I am officially a time traveler.
Posted.
Oct 8
Two things…Between this supernerd bliss and a BIG TV NIGHT tonight (I know. I’m so exciting, right?) there will likely not be another non-housekeeping post tonight.
::KNOCK KNOCK::
Housekeeping…
So, it was pointed out to me yesterday by a benevolent commenter that the email account I had hooked up in my sidebar over yonder was bouncing. When I tried emailing it myself, I found that it had been disabled by the great Google gods. DISABLED. That’s what they do to n’er do wells that whine about the internet, I guess. I’ve no idea why since the email account was all of…like…three weeks old and had been used like twice. I’ve got a message in to the Googly folks around the corner, but I suspect I may not hear back. I am curious to say the least. Anyway, I’ve hooked y’all up with a different email address on this domain instead, so if you have the need to write and tell me I’m a really strong swimmer or have parsley in my teeth, you should be good to go.
I’ll let you know if I hear anything interesting, of course.
Today is day 7/365 in the challenge I committed to last week. Now is probably a good time to set forth a user’s guide. For the very few readers out there, this is meant to prepare you for a constant dearth of good ideas about which to fill the rest of the year.
Cheap Blog Ploys I Will Use as Crutches When I Have No Good Ideas:
1. A photo of somewhere I went during the day with an improbable explanation trying to give it some weight and worthiness as a blog post. I will be reaching. There will be no worth or weight. It is better you know that going in.
2. Review of a new restaurant I try. I might even review a restaurant where I am a regular if I am desperate *and* a shut-in.
3. Talk about a TV show I watched, and when I say “watched” I mean played Bejeweled Blitz while it was on in the background.
4. Post a recipe, probably one I stole from my mom. You might actually thank me for this one. Her BBQ Baked Bean recipe is the only reason I get invited places.
5. “From the Archives” post where I dig up a post I had sometime in the last five years (and recently destroyed) on this here blog. Names may be changed to protect the innocent, but mostly me.
6. Talk about plans I have for the evening, like Karaoke for instance. Is this sounding familiar? It should.
7. “Housekeeping” post where I will talk about my blog itself, the structure, the template, widgets, etc.
8. Any variety of “interview” style quizzes sent to me on Facebook.
9. Boast about my flash game prowess, including cheats and high scores… ad infinitum.
10. Posts exactly like this one. How big of a cheat is *THAT*?!?!
This one goes to eleven.
11. I will entertain requests for random life advice and/or identification of insects from readers. I guess I need to set up an email for that. I will. When I do, I’ll blog about it.
Sep 9
A few days ago, I decimated this blog. Ripped out all the old posts, going back something like four years, and declared blog bankruptcy. I want to start writing again, but I’m busy, dammit, and frankly, it is my firm belief that Twitter has killed off casual blogging, at least for me. Simple. Minimal. Clutterfree. If you think you need three paragraphs to get the point across, do it in 140 characters. If it was going to be interesting, it still will be, and the collective ADD-addled internet attention span will be able to better accommodate it.
Twitter, you have broken us.
All that aside, I’m giving it a whirl. I am committing today to a 365 day blog challenge. Every. Day. 365 Days. You can thank or curse this one. It was her idea.