I think that I get twitter – and there’s not much to get.

Back in the day, I was a luddite who thought that “the web” was just a massive ego trip. Seriously – I put up a web page on one of the umich servers in, like, 1994 – and wondered what the fuss . . . → Read More: Twitter


So, the reviews for the new transformers movie aren’t great:

“Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen” is a horrible experience of unbearable length, briefly punctuated by three or four amusing moments. One of these involves a dog-like robot humping the leg of the heroine. Such are the meager joys. If you want to save yourself the . . . → Read More: Transformers


Had a productive day at the house today. We:

* Removed all the flourescent light fixtures from the main floor * Installed sliding locks on a couple of doors. * Made a couple more doors actually open and close correctly. * Took another layer of paint off the exterior door (obligatory stripper joke here) * . . . → Read More: House


I don’t post much about work. Mostly this is because this is the internet and I assume that you’re all intelligent enough to figure out my real name and my real company and use that to email my real co-workers and my real customers, and tell them all that I’m talking about them. It’s not . . . → Read More: Work

Fish CSA

The fish CSA made the wall street journal!


I’m gonna miss FIOS:

Plus Minus

Pro: The little Chinese restaurant on the corner has pretty flavorful vegetarian entrees – and they get substantially better if you chat with the cook and ask him to make it like he likes to eat it.

Con: More traffic noise than expected on my street.

Pro: Cancer cat is still alive, and even . . . → Read More: Plus Minus

Observed levels of party drunkenness

A notional list, based on more than a decade of observation:

* First we become loud.

* Then we all talk about how drunk we were, that one time.

* Next, we reassure each other that we’re totally not drunk yet. Not at all.

* Sometimes at this point, we do shots. Optionally, . . . → Read More: Observed levels of party drunkenness

Cancer cat has cancer

My older cat (Merlot) has cancer of the jaw.

. . . → Read More: Cancer cat has cancer

Dear blagosphere

Please take note: If you find yourself ranting in the role of “Howard” here, then you irritate me. Note that “friends” locking a post will not prevent this crap.

You. Yes you. Don’t look away from me: I’m talking to you.

Facebook and livejournal are engineered to maximize teenage drama.