Don’t laugh at the warming part

It’s snowing outside.

In Portland, in late March.

Without digging into actual historical archives, this seems unusual to me, a Portland native who has lived here most of my life (brief tenures as a child in parts of Washington state, and a short less-than-a-year in Austin, TX).

I think the planet is broken.

The snow could be a result of natural variation.

Or it could be indicative of increased moisture in the atmosphere, which could be a result of increased evaporation, which would be explained by higher-than-normal temperatures somewhere else on the nearly 317,000,000 square miles of surface on the big blue marble we call home.

But, yeah, on the bus people were dismissing the concept of “global warming” because of the snow, when in fact to my mind (and others who grasp the overall picture and not the sound bite) the snow may be direct evidence of said warming.

The state of affairs that a plan is intended to achieve and that (when achieved) terminates behavior intended to achieve it

I’ve been off-track lately. For at least the last several months. Seeing that the holiday of Discardia is reaching it’s termination (probably – Discardia is a very low-key and ill-defined holiday), I thought it might be time to start putting my affairs back in order.

So many things and projects I want to do and so little time and mental willpower to achieve it. Did you know that there are studies that show we each have only a limited amount of willpower (via 43 Folders)? And when we use it up, it’s gone until we can refuel. That’s why, I think, it’s harder to resist those donuts at the end of the evening, rather than in the morning or during the day. I still have some will-fuel left but it seems to run out around 4:00 PM or 5:00 PM.

OK, this isn’t helping. Time to go work on some of those projects.

Things to look for from me in the future:

  • A survey! Yay! Everyone loves surveys, right?
  • More regular posting.
  • More long-ish posts – at least two a week.
  • More of me in other outlets – that’s the goal, anyway.
  • More posts about my exercise and diet – one of the things I’m missing is the regular boost I get from consistent documentation of my efforts.

I’m sure there’s more but that’s all I can think of at the moment. Plus an annoying co-worker is bugging me right now. Double-ugh.

Time to do the dayjob for a bit.

Plus one

Annnnnnd then another friend request comes in and destroys my adolescent sexual number joke.

It would be rude to ignore #70 just to maintain the joke, right?

Oh well. Was fun while it lasted.

BADAT apology

Also, I would like to publicly apologize to my friend Kevin for my role in derailing the BADAT experiment. It was fun while it lasted but then I got tied up in other things and got sick and I lost my momentum.

So, my sincere apologies and hopefully we can make another crack at blogging at least once a day for a whole month at some future date!

Six days of silence

My apologies. Looks like I haven’t posted anything here in six days. But at least no one put me on blogwatch.

Just a helpful hint: don’t wipe your main computer clean in preparation for it to be sold at the same time you contract a horribly draining head and chest cold. That’ll keep you from blogging, fer sure.

I think I was only awake for about 10 hours between Friday evening and this Monday morning. Yeah. Hard to blog in my sleep.

I’m under the weather

Sorry y’all. I’ve been stoopid sick the past week. Taken more time off from work than I ever have before.

I’ve also yelled at a cop and ran a 5K in a kilt. And been trying to sell my laptop which has made blogging a bit more difficult.

I’ll be better soon. I hope. And then the reindeer games will continue.

Where there’s a will

Up, up and off with your bad self. Big bad wolf-whistle in a graveyard, no, past the mother-fuckin’ graveyard, grave stone tomb stone cold killer bees from outer space, the bee’s knees knee-cap capsule space capsule space race riots quiet riots “We’re not gonna take it!”

No, we’re not gonna take it. We’re not gonna take it, no more.

No more.

No more teachers no more rooks no bored leeches leechin’ hooks. Captain Hook Captain Crook Captain Crunch crunching his crunch berries No more!

No, more. I need more, mmmm. More is better, better off, off and on, on and on and on and on and so on and so so so damned on it’s off.

Off the clock, off the hook, how’d that mother Captain Hook crawl back, back in black, back to black, black and white, white power powerless powerlessness Loch Ness, nest nesting nesting instinct outstinct extinct extinction extraction traction tractors strange attractors strangers in the night nighttime is the fight or flight time.

Which brings us back to extinction. It stinks.

Stinks kinks kinky shit on a stick stick around!

Round the bend Bender Bending Rodriguez in the future Futuama lama ding dong.

Ding dong the rich are dead! The poor are dead, too but they can’t afford it bored it scored it down the middle class. Class action traction oh hell we’ve been here before.

Before the court full court press press on nails on rails rail against the dying of the light and the dark. Darkness is the new black and white off and on and on and up.

Up.

Up.

And away.

And a way.

Kevin, did something happen to you today to make you “beware the Ides of March”?

Birthdays

Seeing that Jason Kottke is celebrating 10 years of continuous operation today, it makes me jealous.

I don’t remember how long I’ve owned the domain bamoon.com. I think I bought it sometime in early 2003. The first time the domain got archived by the Internet Archive is 3 May 2003, and the date on the page that’s there says 2 March 2003, but as you can see there’s not much actual content. By the next archive update, there’s content of a sort: my bookmarks page, which looks very similar even today. That’s the private page without formatting. It’s how I’ve kept track of important or daily-use bookmarks for nearly the past 5 years. That page was archived on 12 December 2003.

But my first post with Blogger was made 1 November 2003. I made another post in that month, then didn’t start continuously updating until January 2004.

And digging further, the WHOIS information for the domain bamoon.com shows that the registry entry was created on 7 January 2001! Holy crab, that’s much longer ago than I thought or remembered. I sat on the domain for almost two years before doing anything with it.

So which birthday should I celebrate? I’ve posted about the anniversary of my first post before. But I’ve been using the domain for a bit longer than that, and I’ve owned the domain even longer.

What the hell. I’ll celebrate all of them! I’ll go add all these dates to my calendar to remind myself in the future…

Who wrote the book?

Sadly, I find it very difficult to write a love letter when I’m not feeling actual love.

I’m just not feelin’ it lately.

Kevin, how are you feeling today?