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365 days of blogging:countdown to doom

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My blogging year

I posted this at myspace hell:

A New Years pronouncement that is fraught with doom and ill portent and pain and failure. Also, probably, cats.

I will Blog every day in 2008. At least once a day. 365 days of blogging fun. This will happen here. One post (at least?) a day, may not be a good post, may only be an embeded video that you could find on eight hundred and fifty three thousand other blogs, may only be a link, or a quote, or pictures of cats, but it'll be there. Everyday.

Come here to watch me fall.

note: I realise I am not the first person to do this, I'm quite possible the last, but I'd like to think I'm the one with the fatest head picture on all the internets.

also note this: This is my second attempt at writting this, the first disappeared down the tubes. That version was funnier. By far. Trust me on this. But you don't get to see that, you get this. I'm sorry.

X-Mas

Merry Yule.

(and thanks to Geoff Johns and Beau Smith for a few of these pics)

Outside

We went outside this afternoon to romp around in the snow, we got all bundled up nice and tight.

Don't worry, we did put boots on before we went out.

The Dude did not like it out there.



So we just stayed out for a few minutes.

I am quite fat.

This was the a moment of bliss. It didn't last long, but it was nice.

And then we went in and had cocoa.

Play-Doh (which i keep spelling wrong)

Turns out that when you take a whole bunch of different colored Play-Doh and mix it all together repeatedly, it turns into a grayish black color. Kind of charcoal like. Still fun to play with, just not as colofull.

I have wasted precious internet space sharing this useless observation with you.

I'm just saying.

Another pesonality test

Well, Shiny, Happy Goodness!


Your results:
You are Wash (Ship Pilot)

Wash (Ship Pilot) 80% Zoe Washburne (Second-in-command) 70% Kaylee Frye (Ship Mechanic) 65% Malcolm Reynolds (Captain) 65% Jayne Cobb (Mercenary) 60% Dr. Simon Tam (Ship Medic) 60% Alliance 40% A Reaver (Cannibal) 30% Derrial Book (Shepherd) 25% Inara Serra (Companion) 25% River (Stowaway) 15%

You are a pilot with a good if not silly sense of humor. You take pride in your collection of toys. You love your significant other.

Click here to take the "Which Serenity character are you?" quiz...




Actually, the really does describe me rather well, except for the pilot part...

Barfing at 0 g's

This is teh hawsome:


Barf Bags Dont Work at 0 Gs - Watch more free videos

http://www.break.com/index/barf-bags-dont-work-at-0-gs.html

Although I feel badly for the people involved, I appreciate their sacrifice for my (and your) entertainment.

Okay, the embedded video player kinda screws up my blog template, but that's okay, it's worth it.

Indiana Jones doesn't ride "Bitch"

'scuse the bad language.

I don't really hate Shia Labeouf, but I found this really funny:



Tee-hee. And also, Correct!

This comes from this website here, which I have only just now discovered but decided that I like and will read often. And so should you.

First Snow

It's the first snow of the season, and it's kind of a doozy. Everything is closed and we are staying home. We brought some snow inside for The Dude to play with:



The Wife doing the shoveling thing (don't worry my turn will come)


(she hates pictures of herself...)

Be a good day to hunker down and watch all of The Lord of The Rings.


But I don't think that's gonna really happen. :( We have to do some work from home, and soon as we can find some boots for The Dude we gotta go make snow angels. :) FUN!

The Dude Codes?

The Dude has taken to typing letters at the computer:



I think he was trying to write Binary Code

I love Warren Ellis

Goddamn, but do I love Warren Ellis.

Paradise Island

A friend at work shows me this picture of The Paradise Island Atlantis resort. Which looks like this:



Seeing this picture made me launch into this whole riff about how this place is clearly Natural Disaster /Terrorist /Serial Killer bait, that this is just designed to attract disaster and mayhem and death. Sometimes my brain works that way; it thinks of stuff. :)

Anyway, that thought lead to this:





and then I used a flickr tool to make this:



I need to make this movie. I don't know how I'll do it. But I WILL do it. I NEED this. Humanity NEEDS this.

All these pics and more can be found here. Thanks for my indulgence.

Fun with My Head

So, I've been playing with Photoshop elements, and I'm a total amateur, but I made these and now you can see them. As I said in an earlier post, I'm having trouble matching up skin tones, but sometimes that just makes it funnier.






The head is way to big on that one...



This worked out nicely with my expression and the angle and the color. I like that one.



Not quite a matching shade of sepia is it? But I like how ambivalent my expression is in relation to the action of the photo.



Tee-Hee



I love my wife the way she is, but i thought she might enjoying seeing me as Mcconaughey. Again, skin tones, not really matching so good.


This one just makes me want to wash my hair. I don't look good like this. Viggo looks good like this, me, not so much. My chins really take away from the whole look.



I can live with that.

"...The Son becomes The Father..."

The Dude (well no, not that one) can recognize Superman and Batman, he will ask to watch Superman or Batman, he will play Superman. He sometimes recognizes the Flash.

This is good and just and as things should be.

He's getting older now, and I think it's time he learned something new, time for him to take his next step in Growing Up Geek, it's time for the big guns, the mack daddy, all women want him, all men want to be him.

Time for:




Oh yeah.




I used to have that.




That's what we call GETTIN' IT DONE!




It's true, and you know it.


Click me for more Kirk goodness

If The Dude can pass this test, than he will be a man.

And I will give him his lightsaber.

P.S. As I wrote this post, Space Seed was on the teevee in the background. Oh Yeah, Baby. Oh Yeah.

A Morning

I wrote this, had in my head for awhile, and I don't like the final result but I'm putting it up here anyway, because...well, I don't know why, just because I can I guess.


I pull the car into the at Daycare, I turn to my son, safely confined in his car seat in the rear. "We're here!" I say. He throws his head back and says "Yeah!' he says and begins rattling off names of the daycare providers and the other children. He is two and has been saying more words every day.

I begin my little "going into daycare" routine. My entire life can be divided and subdivided into little routines and rituals I use to get me through the day, to keep my sanity, to keep me safe. I turn off the engine, pull out the key, reach back and unlock the rear passenger door, unbuckle and get out of the car, before I shut the driver's side door I make sure I have the keys in my hand and the rear door unlocked. I locked my son and my keys in the car once, and I don't want to do it again. I walk around to the rear door, open it and reach into to unbuckle my son. My usual routine is to carry him up the driveway and into daycare, and we stop before going in and look around and name things we see. It's a last special moment with him before work.

"Wanna do it myself!" he says. Determined.

I pull my hands back from him and look at him a moment. "Okay." I say. He has never asked this before.

He looks around, thinks for a moment and scootches his body down, slowly sliding off the edge of the seat. His legs graze the edge of the floor, but can't quite reach it. I move to help him but stop myself. He turns his body away from me and manages to crawl back up into the seat, he looks around again, thinking, planning. He turns on to his knees and backs up to the seat edge. Then he slowly lowers himself to the floor, his feet touch and he slides off the seat and into a standing position.

He looks around again, planning the next move. He has never actually stood in the back of the car before so a little exploring is in order, using the seats to steady himself he walks over the hump to the other side of the car and back. He does this a few times, over the hump and back, over the hump and back.

He comes to the open door, looks down at the ground, over at the door, up at me. He holds his hand up to me. "Help please?" he says. I hold his hand and he hops down from the car. We shut the door and he turns and walks up the driveway.

I follow.

Batnoggin

The Batnoggin over there is a little cheesy and imperfect, I know, but it makes me giggle. I did a little foolin' around with the Photoshop Elements over the weekend.('cause i can nots affords the full monty versions of the photoshops, 'cause of the fact that i work in the human services and have none of the monies and must live greatly beyond my means as it is)

What I found is that I really need to learn how to blend and mesh and smooth out differing skin tones. Or something.

Really goofy silly stuff I did make, and I'll be posting it soon for all to see.

Holy Double Chins. Holy Bat-Love-Handles, Holy Fat Crap

Netflixed Up

Merlin Mann made this comment on Twitter:

"AM Merlin" adds lots of films with subtitles to the Netflix; "PM Merlin" wants to see things explode while girls frolic in their underwear

Totally me.

In other news: all my Thanksgivings where delightful and delicious and now my shirts don't fit.

i'm just this guy, y'know?

So I took this online book quiz.

And it said I was this: WHICH IS THE AWESOME!!

You're The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy!

by Douglas Adams

Considered by many to be one of the funniest people around, you are
quite an entertainer. You've also traveled to the far reaches of what you deem possible,
often confused and unsure of yourself. Life continues to jostle you around like a marble,
but it's shown you so much of the world that you don't care. Wacky adventures continue to
lie ahead. Your favorite number is 42.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

My morning so far...

I'm having some chafing, y'know, down there. And I feel a little gassy.

Querry?

Do I yank that thing, or snip it?

Discuss.

My morning so far...

I have a nose hair that's really bugging me.

Maybe??

Here's an interesting thing, I participated in an online poll to select a Democratic candidate. It was run by Democracy For America. Now we're talking here about an internet based poll run by a prgressive website. So perhaps the results are a bit skewed, but here's some excperts from an email I got yesterday:

The political pundits and beltway Democrats have been claiming that the primaries are already over, but 95% of the votes cast prove they are wrong. Progressive activists want clear positions on Iraq and Iran. They're concerned with the power of special interest money in elections, and they want strait talk on issues such as funding social security and presidential power. DFA members want a Presidential candidate who will fight for progressive values and are looking for the candidates who are committed to changing the way politics is conducted in America.

We've heard from many of the candidates directly over the last three weeks.Senator Barack Obama challenged DFA members to take the country forward in a new direction. Senator John Edwards demanded that as a DFA member himself, it is our time to take action together. Governor Bill Richardson stood up for our brave men and women fighting for our country and pledged to bring every single troop home starting his first day in office. Senator Chris Dodd demanded we stop the Bush administration's abuse of power now and not wait for elections in 2008. But no one worked harder to win your support then Congressman Dennis Kucinich. He made his progressive record on Iraq, universal health care, and the patriot act clear. He didn't just ask for your vote, he worked for the votes of your friends and neighbors. He asked his supporters to join DFA and vote to make sure you heard his message. He shot videos, issued press releases, and met with local DFA leaders and members all over the country to try and get your vote. And it worked.Congressman Kucinich did not get the 66% required to earn the DFA Presidential Endorsement, but he did win our internet poll with an astounding 49,000 votes. Congratulations to Congressman Kucinich for working to win.

And the poll results in bar chart form.

Well I'll be. Dennis Kucinich won.

I have no idea if this holds any larger meaning, any coming portent, for the Democratic race, I suspect not. But maybe. Please?

Oh man.

The Greatest Invention In The History of The World

I found this through Twitter, and it was someone else who give it that tittle, but really, can you argue it? No, you cannot, it is fact.

The Greatest Invention in The History of The World.

Civilation can end now, we are done.

My morning so far...

I just made an incredibly unpleasant smelling wet poo.

I are effective?

Dennis Kucinich is my guy, he's the only candidate really saying what I want to hear said and the only one whose voting record I admire and who seems to be doing things I want to see done.

And he talks about peace, with a capital "P." Which is a really good thing to talk about and it shocks me how little we hear the word. Peace people, this should be the goal.

He has put forward a resolution to investigate and impeach Cheney, it was in danger of being tabled, but for now it won't be. I actually used my power as a voter today and called two Maine representatives and encouraged them to vote against tabling it. Apparently there were lots of calls to representatives today. Nice.

I guess we should call them more often, tell them what we want.

Can Dennis please be President? Please???

We've gone too far

Warren Ellis is a supremely talented writer and chronicler of our times. (I have had a beer and am now in Grandiose Mode, contend with it.)

One of his latest articles Broke My Brain.

Seriously. That's some freaking weird shit and once it's in your head, it doesn't leave. My Brain Is Broke.

And America did brake sex. I think he's completely right. In theory I would tend to say that I am pro Porn, but I am anti Porn Industry. But folks other than me have put this better. It's a weird and uncomfortable topic, but it might be important and worth bringing up.

In a comic book Warren Ellis once wrote these words (and I think I'm paraphrasing) :


A finer world is not too small a thing to ask for.


No it isn't, let's have one, shall we?

Super Fella Person

Wow.

I have been amazingly efficient this evening. I picked up The Dude (well no, not that one), dealt with the a small emotional outburst at Daycare with amazing patience and tranquility, almost textbook parenting I tell ya, went grocery shopping, made a healthy wholesome dinner for The Dude, actually cooked another healthy wholesome dinner for the Wife and I, with a side of sauted fresh vegetables, did the dishes, played in both a silly and constructive way, got The Dude into the tub, and now I blog.

I guess that 4pm cup of coffee really helped push me through the early evening.

Now I'm going to download some more chapters of 7th Son and Earthcore, finish making dinner, read to The Dude, put him to bed, watch an episode of Heroes, maybe edit a little, post on Twitter and The Sword and Laser and collapse.

Wow. I be awesome!

Humor, with sound and pictures

I surfed to here, from a Robert Scoble post on Twitter, and found this video. Which I thought was pretty funny.

And now here it is for you:



maybe it goes on a bit too long, but I liked it anyway.

Sputnik

It's the fiftieth anniversary of Sputnick.

Remember when space was cool? When Astronauts were cool? Do kids still like Astronauts? Do we still go into space? Are we exploring anything? (i know we are, but it just doesn't FEEL like it, y'know?)

Where are my permanent space stations shaped like giant wheels? Where the fuck are my moon cities??!! I WANT THE FUCKING JETPACK THAT I WAS PROMISED!!!

KEEP WATCHING THE SKIES!!

Happy 50th to Sputnik and to going where no one had gone before.

I did a thing

We moved into our new home about a year ago (I write those words, and am shocked at how the time flies. Escapes really.) In all that time we have been meaning to replace the seat on the first floor toilet. The previous owners had a toddler who was in the middle of toilet training and they had one of those toddler toilet seat combo thingies. They took that with them when they moved and had put a cheapo plastic seat in it's place, which is fine and no big deal and we were not complaining. But the thing never really fit right and was always a bit loose.

Well, today, this situation was finally rectified with a snug fitting Bemis model 400. Can't go wrong with a Bemis. It's got locking twist off hinges for easy cleaning.

The dude (well no, not that one...) helped me install it:






















But he made me use his toy screwdriver, he called the real one:




Nice of him to help though. Of course right after the installation process was successfully completed, a "Live Fire" test was required:
















All systems were fully integrated and functioned within normal parameters. Was nice and comfy too. (please note that I have refrained from making any "bombs away!!" jokes)

(Oops)

While finding links for this article I stumbled across this interesting and frequently disturbing Harper's event index.

Also, go here and have a look around, I was particular intrigued by the barbed wired model.

Anyway, we got a new toilet seat.

One of Those Days

You ever have one of those days were you feel like a giant floating head flying over the harbor and using your laser eye beams to blast away at nothing in particular?



Yeah, me too. Me too.

Me in the morning

August 2007 009, originally uploaded by vidsaw.

Oh dear.

Up and ready for another fantastic day.

Toilet Troubles

The toilet in our basement started leaking over the weekend. We have another one on the first floor, so it's not a total catastrophe (yes, I am that fabled rich white guy you have been hearing about, I has TWO TOILETS. TWO.)

I went down to fix the flapper thing in the tank, it was wearing out, and found all sorts of H20 where no H20 should of been. At first I wasn't sure what had happened, and so, following the scientific method, I conducted experiments.

And made things worse, by a considerable amount of water. Water rushing here and water rushing there. Fun fun water.

It made me feel like this:




In the end we got it cleaned up, and no real damage was done. We decided we would wait to call a plumber until after the holiday weekend, and maybe we will find a way to pay for the plumber. Someday.

Terrible Twos

The Dude (well no, not that one...) was having a bad case of the terrible twos today. Generally The Dude is really easy going, but today was a "fussywhinnyunhappynomatterwhatgetawayfrommedaddyday."

It made me feel like this:



But y'know, I love him anyway.

Quick Note From Work

I am at work. Working. Well, not right now, but I will be in a second.

Maybe.

The Dude is having some weird sleeping patterns, and therefore so am I.

I'm trying to back off the comics due to budget limitations. But it's hard, they keep calling me, it's worse than crack. Doesn't help that I'm still plugged into the Nerdosphere. The Blogs, The Podcasts, The Websites etc.

And now I gotta go.

Viva La Geek!! part deux

And now I have corrupted my child.

Here's The Dude and his Lightsaber:


Short but sweet.

Having shown him this, The Dude now frequently will pick up any saber like object (stick, bat, etc) and start waving it around and making the humming noise.

Which is AWESOME!

Viva La Geek!!

I don't why I feel compelled to share these, but I do. Here we go with some laser bolt effects tests. I have now added return fire coming at me, one green bolt in front and one behind my head.



Y'know, I've wanted to do shit like this since I was 14 and playing around with a Super 8 movie camera. I never had the ability to do it then, I do now. And it's never too late to be 14 again.

(well, except when it is...but I don't think this is one of those times)

In Honor of Nerd Prom Weekend

It's Nerd Prom time.

I'm not sure I even like that name, I kinda do but...

At this point the whole convention is so, mainstream, actually, what with every media entity making major announcements there. It's still a geeky nerd thing, I guess, particularly when you consider that approaching the average citizen on the street with a charmed gleam in your eye and proclaiming real loud: "DUDE, IT'S COMIC-CON!!!" will probably get you pepper sprayed in the eyeballs. I mean, do it to me and I'll be with you and we can do the happy dance of shared geekdom together. But the average citizen, regular guy (or gal) I don't know.

Still, it seems pretty mainstream. I'm not saying that that's bad, or they've sold out or whatever. It is what it is, there's a light and a dark side, a yin and a yang.

Fuck it, I wish I was there. Fuck me for a bag of donuts but don't I wish I was there.

But what I really wanted to say is: I finally got my copy of The Sinestro Summer Fun Time Happiness Special. Thanks to Scipio for the offer,(go and read him, for he is good) my local shop, Casablanca Comics (Hi Rick!) held me a copy when they got their second shipment in (Thanks Rick!)

So I got it. And I read it. And it was Good.

And the last page give me that "Oh Wow!" feeling that I used to get when I was twelve. I love things still get me like that. I especially love when superhero comics make me feel that, it's like, primal, or something.

I read parts two and three too, and they were fine, but they didn't "Oh Wow" me like the Special did. And you know what I miss? Cuter, less alien Kilowog. But that's a small potatoes

So I got that problem solved, which is nice.

The 80's were awesome...

The 80's were just so awesome that there is no way you can understand unless you were there as a teenager. I don't have the words, so watch this:



How come no one wears sweatshirts with the cut out collar? That's bitchin'. I'm not even kidding. And that part with the airplane? Totally wicked.

God I'm old.

Seriously though, The Go-Go's are fucking great. You can't argue 'cause it's true.

Full Effect Nerd Part Deux

I like superhero comics. Love 'em. (so there, ppphhtt!) And this will probably only make sense to another superhero comic reader. The rest of you, this may sound foreign and strange. But I don't care, the internets is big and I wanna fill my corner of it with my useless crap. (Again, ppphhhttt!)

I really want to read The Sinestro Summer of Love Fun Time Happy Day special. But that sucker is sold out everywhere I look. I got part 2. Don't wanna read it yet, wanna read part 1. I don't got part 1, can't find it anywhere. Wanna read part 2 after I read part 1. So you see my problem, yes? Simple but unsolvable. I'll get it soon, it really only is just a comic book, and I'll live a happy and full life, but still.

It's gotten good reviews, good word of mouth. Particularly from this guy and his friends. Big fan of his and all the blogs he links to. And I have been desperately avoiding all spoilerage while carefully, ever so carefully, poking around the comics blogosphere and podosphere(? is that a word, can we say it is? Wouldn't it be handy?)

Until I accidentally hit this

Well hell.

I'm not hating, heck, I'm not even complaining. I'm just saying. That's all.

I'm just saying.

Full Effect Nerd Boy

I have no idea why I need to show this, probably based on my assumption that no one is actually reading. And also I get to test out the Eyespot Embedding link.

But this is, like, the most embarrassing thing for a dude who is falling rapidly toward 40 to be doing. Or at the very least to be doing, y'know, publicly.





It's okay, you can laugh.

I am a just big nerd and I'm just letting my geek thing fly.

FLY GEEK THING. FLY AND BE FREE. FLY!

...oh how sad...

Obligatory Apologies To All Concerned

Well. I am bad at keeping up with this.

Funny thing is, I've got some posts sitting in my drafts folder that I never finished.

But clearly, I am bad at keeping up with this.

Let's try and remedy that.

You know what I miss?

I miss "Calvin and Hobbes," that's what I miss.

Again with the grocery store and the yelling...

It felt a bit like yesterday all over again.

There's a new grocery store in town. A big honking Whole Foods Market. So of course we gotta go check it out, because we are consumers and we consume and given a new place to purchase consumable goods we treat it like an actual event and a positive moment in our lives and we go.

And god damn, that store is awesome.

I know, I'm an idiot getting excited about a new store. I know I am. But I've decided I'm going to move in there and never cook my own food again because they can do it for me and better too.

It's crazy busy right now, the parking lot is full and people are parking in those places in the parking lot that aren't really spaces. Like the lanes. We illegally backed up a one way side street to snag a spot. The whole city seems to be there all at once. It makes the aisles a little crowded, but still the place is completely seductive. The own me, they totally own me.

So yeah, here we are in a world chock full of natural beauty and wonder, in a time marked by strife and chaos, and I'm writing and waxing poetic about a grocery store. A store to buy food to feed by already fat self. And it's the second day in a row I've gone to a grocery store. I don't need any more groceries. So yeah, modern western society is an empty soulless beast intent on devouring everything in its path heedless of the consequences and it deserves to be put down, shot, stuffed and mounted on a wall for future generations to look at and wonder at it's folly.

Yeah. I get that.

Still, I'm moving in to that place. They've got a desert bar.

The Dude (well, no, not that one) threw more in an ever growing series of screaming and crying fits today. And I love him more than anything, but damn. He can scream real loud. Dude can't hold his pee, but he sure can have a conniption. He had some needs that could not be fulfilled no matter what we tried. But y'know, it's natural. Eventually he settled for gnawing on an egg bagel, letting me have the occasional bite as I held him and we navigated the crowds.

It's the end of a three day weekend. Gotta go back to work tomorrow. Don't wanna. Wah.

Brokeback Trek

I actually hate the fact that there are all these Brokeback Mountain parodies. I mean, some of them are funny, but it feels like we're just taking this wonderful film and boiling it down to a goofy joke because we can't handle it when guys kiss each other.

On the other hand, here I am posting this video I found on youtube. And I thought it was funny, and, if you look at it the right way, kind of touching.

I am such a nerd.

Jimmy Kimmel Tim Hardaway and George Takei answer to Tim

I thought this was really funny and I wanted to share and try posting a video. Take it away George!

Meanwhile...back in front of the computer

I paid a bunch of bills. Praise be for tax refunds. Without them I would be nothing, it would be hard to pay the oil company with my New Teen Titans back issues. Not impossible, just hard.

It's a Sunday, my wife had to work today. Neither of us usually works on the weekends, but occasionally something comes up and we have to. Such is life in the debt loaded 'burbs. So I stayed home with The Dude (well, no, not that dude.) The Dude is several months shy of two years old, generally easy going, remarkably thoughtful for his age, and the cutest smartest thing on two legs. But I admit, I could be biased. He is also, lately, becoming very determined, and we've entered the stage of occasional freak outs in public places.

Which is an interesting experience. I find I go inward, and the rest of the world blurs out a bit, while I focus every bit of my being onto my child, who is busy screaming and thrashing on the floor in the frozen food section of the grocery store; in front of the frozen pizzas actually. I am still aware of the rest of the world, and I am aware that much of the rest of the world immediately in my surroundings is staring at me, but I kind of don't care. It's a thing, it happens, it's natural, we'll get over it and move on. We're only in the grocery store after all, it's not like we're at the movies or the opera or a Phish show or something. We weren't really gonna harsh anyone's mellow too bad.

But what I really want to talk about is this poop he made this morning. Poor lil' guy has been a sick lately and his poops have been, well, kinda funky. But this thing, this morning, it was hellacious. I had to get out tools, special tools, to deal with this mess. Massive and putrid and...oh god. You know what I needed? That stuff they put under their noses in the autopsy scene in "Lambs"? I needed that stuff.

Then again, I'm not really good with the poop duty anyway, so perhaps I exaggerate.

The Dude seemed rather indifferent to the whole affair. And is feeling fine now, thank you.

Podcast Test

Ok, I'm lame. Tres lame.

I'm attempting to test out how to make a podcast using the simplest of free tools available to me.

Soooo I guess the link is up there. Click that and hear my voice saying nothing of note.

Oh god...

We've got lumps of it around the back

I am attempting to increase my digital online presence. This Blog (and I know, I'm late to the party) is part the third, I think. I have actually debased myself and set up a myspace page, and let my geek flag fly proud by setting up a ComicSpace page as well.

I know I could blog on the myspace page, but this is prettier, and I wanted to see how many passwords I could juggle. Tee-hee. I have email boxes chock full of password verifications and account resettings and such. So now I'll just add to that, but hey, I like getting email.

I got stuff I could share, but I gotta go pay some bills.