I still screen my mail with Mailwasher, and it’s a memory hog that sometimes “sticks” when I open the usually-minimized window, resulting in momentary, fleeting mashups of multiple spammy subject lines.
But none as epic as this one I just saw:
“I had 3 orgasms yesterday – Loans available for your business”
Yes, please. Loan me an orgasm. I promise to give it back to you. With interest. 😆… Read more
Two years ago, almost exactly two years ago in fact, I set out to create a daily podcast, “fully produced” as if it was meant to be radio-ready, to build up a “today in history” audio archive for those, like myself, of a geeky bent.
This week, I finished that project. Well, sort of finished it. Here’s what I’ve learned.
So, let’s say there’s a hypothetical city whose hypothetical residents are convinced by a small but loud minority, who want Nothing To Change, Ever, to spend decades voting against improvements and upgrades to infrastructure, even necessary things like sanitation and sewage. Instead of incrementally and relatively painlessly introducing these things (and their costs) as needed, they vote for Nothing To Change, Ever.
Until the outside world steps in and says, no, actually, it’s not okay to have punched the pause button at 1974; these things are not optional amenities, modern life sort of demands them. So now you’ll pay for them all at once. Naturally, this is passed on to the residents, who have to foot the bill. “Boo!” scream the voters who wanted Nothing To Change, Ever. “It’s not fair that we should have to pay for the city’s mistake!”
When actually… yes, yes it is fair. Because by voting for Nothing To Change, Ever, they are actually the ones who made the mistake – they directed the city to make the mistake – and they should pay for it. Sadly, quite a few people who had spent years voting in vain for forward motion have to pay for it too… but they were the ones willing to pay for it all along, back when it would’ve cost less instead of slamming somewhat painfully into everyone’s head like an enormous haddock, inexplicably traveling through the air at approximately 40 miles per hour in precisely the way that haddocks are not known to travel. It’s just not a naturally tenable position for them. Then again, sticking one’s fingers in one’s ears and hoping for Nothing To Change, Ever, is also not a naturally tenable position.
Hypothetically speaking, of course. Any resemblance to actual cities where I may have actually grown up are purely coincidental.… Read more
The latest obligatory cute photo of the boys:
January has been kind of a crapstorm. I’m still looking for work and, when that’s falling through, writing prodigious amounts of stuff in an effort to get the next book done ASAP so it can start bringing some money in. That’s really all there is to report for now.… Read more
This is what you get when you have a lazy day where everyone’s in their pajamas or bathrobes all day – a picture taken just after Little C’s visit to the poop deck:
The guy in the middle is hilarious. “Who are these guys?”
If I’d waited another 30 seconds to snap the picture, cats would’ve started showing up in it. … Read more
1. Headbutt daddy while daddy is holding me
2. Cry because daddy has a hard head and it hurts to headbutt him
3. Return to step 1
An illustration of this process follows. … Read more
This advance promotion for next year’s Star Wars movie is a bit on the early side, don’t you think, Sonic?
Tater tots, you will have with that?… Read more
As mentioned before, Special Procedures Cow is an incredibly amateurish little comic strip in which I blow off steam (and mercilessly rehash inside jokes) at/about work. This is the final installment; since this contract job – which I’ve been working on and off since April – is over, there may sadly be no new stories to inspire further adventures of Special Procedures Cow. But you never know, there may be some bovine intervention down the road…
A few liner notes after the jump. … Read more
As mentioned before, Special Procedures Cow is an incredibly amateurish little comic strip in which I blow off steam (and mercilessly rehash inside jokes) at/about work. This installment gets a bit weird, but is based on the true story of… feedback… I received from one of the full-time (i.e. non-contract) employees when I tried to replace their Windows XP computer with a newer, faster, shinier Windows 7 computer.
The result… is this. … Read more
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