whiney

You know your blog is dying when Alan goes, "Hey, good to see a couple people commenting on your blog." Alan was politely hinting that maybe it was time to hang it up. I imagine those who love Trot Nixon are saying pretty much the same thing to him right about now. "Hey Trot. Good to see you hit the ball out of the infield yesterday - on the fly - solid." (Aside: Christopher Trotman Nixon - ha.) It's not an intentional rip; the effort is seen and appreciated and those who care try to find the good. It might not even be accurate, but at some point you're looking for ANY sign of life.

Which brings me to the blog. I started this thing as an exercise in casual writing, something I've done my whole life. I didn't pimp the blog out to people, very few knew of its existence, but over time (and the occasional friend I told) people found it. As time goes on, I am losing blog friends at a far greater rate than I'm gaining new ones. That's ok too.

What is the point of this post? That is a good question. I started writing it this morning and now it makes little sense and I forgot how I was going to tie it in to some cool stuff. At any rate, there are way too many words to simply throw away. Bottom line: You are stingy typers. Despite that, the blog goes on - much like the desert tumbleweed.

cat update

So it turns out that Upninjky is actually 3 cats that look a lot alike. Tonight one of the three was enjoying a 2-course meal of milk and tuna. How quaint. If I hang out on the porch for a few hours will my downstairs neighbor feed me? Probably not as I am incapable of incessant meowing. Actually not. WTF? I want some lasagna neighbor lady (that Garfield was onto something).

Then the other day there was a white and orange cat on the porch. Funny how word gets around to the other hobo kitties.

Anyway, I have no explanation for why all I want to write about is vagrant cats. It's just the mood I'm in right now. Ok. Time for bed. Oh and Lindsay Lohan in is rehab today. Shocker.

the man and his dream

I've spent most the day deciding whether or not I should tuck my shirt in. Untucked the shirt is about 12% too slovenly for the office. Tucked it's way on the Geek side of Beauty and the Geek. Right now, it's tucked, but I just had lunch. All that extra material is making for a little too comfy fit.

Hmm. I will be sure to keep you posted.

everything's coming up millhouse

Just as I'm finishing my workout, they announce that the building has been closed. Yes, lots of snow and whatnot had caused them to shut down the building. For some people it means they go sit in traffic for a few hours, but since I'm near downtown, I get to go home and bask in the short day glory.

This is stupid, but I wanted to let everyone know I got out of the hour of work that I wouldn't have gotten out of if I hadn't gone to workout when I did. You know what I did with that hour? I took a nap.

Update: We're off tomorrow too. I hate these flood pants!

Delurk skulkers

Sarah tells me (well, not directly, but via the magic of blogs - oh, Sarah, RS2 is a lurker! Root her out!) that is it "De-lurking" week or "De-lurk" week or "Durk" week, whatever. The theory is that everyone who reads my blog (currently 16 of you all day, every day according to sitemeter) and doesn't comment regularly (or at all) is supposed to give a shout out and reveal yourself to the tens of people around here. Not only do you get the innate satisfaction of durking, but you also have the chance that'll I'll like you and I'll buy you a dummy.

Now, this is a week-long event and truth-be-told, I don't have that kind of stamina (or readership). Let's make this a durk day and be done with it ahead of time. That's like 7 times the productivity of every other blog out there.

So, fire up your keyboards and let me know what's what and who's who. And hey, free dummy.

It took me 3 hours to work that free dummy joke in there. I hope you appreciate it.

can't think; will blog

I am tired, my peeps. I haven't been getting enough sleep is all. And I have a headache. The number one exacerbator for this conditions is staring at a computer screen, eyes strained, brain scrambled. You can look it up; it's science. I also have a bit of the coldsees - sniffling and whatnot. And it's giving me the cottonmouth really bad. Not sure what that's all about. I haven't been taking any decongestants, but all the fluid has been sucked from me bulbous head.

So are the days of our lives, I guess. Anyway, it's late and I'm getting out of here. Just need a little blog action to clear the non-medicine-medicine head.