I’m crafting a response to Hector’s latest salvo in our Atheist-In-Church series, but it’s kind of gone off the rails; I think because we’ve touched on a number of things that have slowly diverged and so don’t make a cohesive whole.
This reminds me off some of those college bull-sessions that would go on and on. Hard to tell if it’s really deep, or if I’m just out of my depth. I don’t know whether to thank you for the challenge, or curse you for making me think. Eenie-meenie-minie-moe … thanks for the challenge.
Funny thing, I never did the “bull session” thing in college. I did it in high-school and during my college years, but after Karate. My instructor (about 10-12 years older than I) used to say that our meandering conversations reminded him of “bull sessions”, too.
Come to think of it, my dad and I used to talk that way, which is probably where I honed the craft. The advantage of doing it live, of course, is that your tangent generally leaves the main branch to rot. In writing, you’ve always got the main point there, waiting to be addressed.
His last point, about cursing versus thanking, well, depending on how the main thread is resolved, we could argue he doesn’t have a choice. Even his selection of eenie-meenie was pre-determined.
(And thank you, Hector!)
I only put up a few of resolutions last year.
I wanted to exercise in a more structured fashion. Mission accomplished there.
I wanted to read a book a week. Nope. I don’t think, anyway. I didn’t keep track. But I still have this big pile of unread books so…no, I don’t think so. I’m going to try this again this year. What I have to do is take some of my late-night ‘net reading and switch to books.
Most of my failures to accomplish seem to fall under the category of “developed competing time-consuming habit.” Heh. I mean, it’s certainly not like I didn’t do a ton of reading last year. But I think the problem, in part, with limiting one’s reading to blogs is that there’s a limited amount of topics you can get depth on. And a limited area of fiction. (Though I did read Pride & Prejudice and Turnabout online last year.)
So I put up an average of nearly 2 posts a day here in 2008. And, perhaps surprisingly, movie reviews take a fair amount of time, as do the longish screeds. But I’ve been doing that online since ’91, and is probably the whole reason I hang out online at all.
So that probably won’t change.
I’d like to put up some original music and writings in the next year, and take another crack at the NaNoWriMo. We’ll see how that goes.
The business hit some snags last year. I’ve got some ideas how to proceed; we’ll see how those pan out.
Sorry I haven’t posted much lately.
It’s been crazy around here. The Barbarienne got sick, the Flower’s in a parade or stage show every weekend, The Boy is sick…
On top of that, the powers that be at work decided Christmas was a good season for relocation. People, computers, whatever.
I’ll put up a review of Danny Boyle’s newest (Slumdog Millionaire) and Oscar season is well upon us, so there’ll be lots of reviews in the upcoming weeks. Plus January is the third “After Dark” which means eight horror movies in three days! (Erk.)
Henceforth and until further notice, all announcements must be preceded by the following phrase, or an acceptable variation thereof:
“In these difficult economic times…”
I want to play a game.
Here’s what happens if you lose: The government you are living under is hooked into your wallet, your children, your home, your health care and your industry. When the electoral college goes to 270, your life will be ripped open.
There is only one vote that will prevent this. Look around. Know that I’m not lying. Better hurry up. Live or die, make your choice.
I don’t know why, but the election suddenly reminded me of a Saw movie. Only, you know, gorier.
Just one of the wacky phrases the maelstrom is apparently known for.
Barbarian sex and cowboy sex are big, too.
And the What Not To Wear Review. (Thanks, again, Troop.)
The Knott’s Halloween Haunt actually has been very popular, making me think I should probably blog about more local stuff.
The treadmill stuff has slacked off, maybe because I’m not writing a daily post on it. But, as I said, I’m not a “lifestyle” person and seriously, one could become a serious bore talking about it all the time. The idea, after all, is that it should vanish. It sort of becomes like your chair, and who wants to read a blog about a chair?
Oh. And what’s up with “Tony Curtis Plastic Surgery”? People looking for information on what plastic surgery Tony Curtis has had? That comes from a post where I mentioned Tony Curtis and knox added that he looked weird now. People, I have no inside information on this. Just say no, that’s my motto.
OK, Saw V on Thursday. Changeling, Rock ‘n’ Rolla, Zack and Miri Make A Porno and probably Madagascar 2 are up in the next week or so.
Saturday starts the nanowrimo, too.
My cup runneth over.
Laptop’s in the repair shop so I’m out of commission ‘less I’m on the treadmill.
Did eight hours today at .7 mph. Pretty much non-stop. I’m a little sore.
I should be back tomorrow when I get my laptop back.
If you’ve ever seen those e-mail scams where a “click” means Bill Gates is gonna send you $5, here’s a site that actually does give you the chance to click for some cash. Not for you, you greedy bastard, but for a worthy charity.
Right now, 30% of the clicks have gone to Soldier’s Angels, which I support. Head on over and give it a look-see. It appears to be legit.
I did treadmill over the weekend, but I’m hampered by the stopping of the treadmill.
The new one comes tomorrow, allegedly.
Meanwhile, it’s pretty much all Olympics all the time. Everyone’s staying up late and looks like they’ve been beaten with a stick all day, but there are only a few more days to go.
Kelly@LoadedQuestions and I once postulated forming a luge team. (Lying down: how hard can it be?) She likes to point out that there’s no luging at the summer Olympics, but I say that’s the best way to medal.
I’ll post a review of Mirrors later (The Boy sez “it’s great!”) and try to finish my combat system post, too.
Given the amount of time I’ve spent driving around over the years–there were plenty of years in my youth when I’d do over 20,000 miles in a year–or being driven around, it’s probably normal (if not exactly healthy) that I have an interest in traffic.
Instapundit linked to this Traffic Quiz, which I scored seven out of ten. Not bad.
I’m torn, because, on the one hand I think that drivers (and cars!) shouldn’t even need licenses, and on the other because I think the police should be able to vaporize a car that’s obstructing traffic.
So those two instincts are at play when I’m on the road, even though I telecommunte 90% of the time, and almost never drive during rush hour anyway.
I played with the thought for a while that a SimCity-ish game based on correcting traffic problems would be fun, but the time it was tried wasn’t hugely successful. (But it has a strong cult following, suggesting that it might-maybe-could be successful done right.)
Anyway, all you out there in the cow counties can larf it up. (But on the other hand, I haven’t had to wait for livestock to cross the road in a while, either.)