Oh, I’m back, by the way.
Did ya notice how old Darth turned red while I was gone, but immediately slipped back to orange when I returned?
I’m not leaving again.
Oh, I’m back, by the way.
Did ya notice how old Darth turned red while I was gone, but immediately slipped back to orange when I returned?
I’m not leaving again.
I hadn’t weighed in on the whole Movable Type licensing controversy, because I figured there were enough people like Les who were publicly making the case that the licensing structure for version 3.0 was very flawed from the customer’s standpoint (even with the recent clarifications). Plus, I don’t see any reason to move up to 3.0 any time soon, and if I really, really had to, I could limit myself to the 3 blogs, 1 author limit of the free version.
Now, Six Apart is asking us to tell them how we are using the software, so they will understand how they could have been so far off the mark. After all, they supposedly asked 2500 bloggers about it, and 85-percent of them only had 1 blog. So, how do we in the “minority” use the tool?
For my part, I have the main blog, 1 for each kid (3 blogs and 3 authors), and 1 for the baseball league. I also like to use it for special projects. So, the Banned Books Project and What’s Not to Like? are both blogs. A total of 6 blogs.
There you go. My contribution to your market analysis. Hope it makes a difference.
And what do I do with it?
Check e-mail. Read blogs. IM with Grump, JustAGirl, Speaker and Andy Heed.
How do you spell, GEEK?
Sadly, I missed the chance to have a beer with Nef, Jenn and/or Kevin. What’s worse, I coulda had a coffee mug from her. Crap.
Oh well, there’s always next time. And next year, the conference is in Nashville, so I get to harrass Busy Mom. (I’m so honing my best harrassing for that. Mwahahaha.)
See? Even when I’m supposedly too busy to blog, I can find a way to be a name-dropping blog slut. Damn, I’m good.
Woo hoo! The hotel has wireless high-speed Internet access. Not that I’ll actually be around to use it much…
It’s our annual User Conference this weekend, followed by a trade show. So, I’ll be able to check e-mail, but I won’t be doing much else online until Thursday.
While you wait, download the rest of my songs and tell me you love them. Remember to say only nice things. Robots never cry, but I do!
Robots Never Cry.mp3
Big River.mp3
Early Morning Rain.mp3
Like A Hurricane.mp3
I Was Born Almost 10,000 Years Ago.mp3
Let Me In.mp3
Robots Never Cry.mp3
(Right-click and save, please)
Yes, it’s the latest in my long line of my silly recordings. This one’s even sillier.
From the CD that is soon to drive Justin Timberlake off the charts… whenever I finish the damned thing.
It doesn’t always take grand acts of charity to fight evil. In fact, most of the time it just takes a second or two to do something nice for the person sitting right next to you.
PromoGuy is sitting right next to you.
M’Lady was diagnosed with a tumor, which at this point we are assuming is benign. At least, that is what the ENT Doc is leaning towards. Results of the biopsy will be in tomorrow afternoon, so then we’ll know for sure. Either way, it has to come out. So that will be next week sometime. Since it is just under her jaw, there is a high level of risk to facial nerve damage.
He updated the post, yesterday:
Well damn. The tumor is still there so it looks like the operation is a go. Tomorrow afternoon is when it takes place, and I will likely be a wreck all day. I very much appreciate all of you taking time to leave a comment, thought or prayer. I figured out how to check my e-mail with my cell phone (I heart T-Mobile), so I will be able to check in and read any mail or comments you leave tomorrow. Believe me, you have no idea how much one +++ comment lifts my spirits. I am sure I will be checking them A LOT tomorrow – it will be a nice break from all the waiting (did I mention it is a 3+ hour operation?!?!).
UPDATE: Got this e-mail from Promo on his cell phone a while ago, but things have been kinda wonky around here…
“Hi sol, ths is frm cell. Let folks knw Still in srg, goin on 4hrs, wrrd bt hopefl. Thx 2 all 4 th knd thts. Wll let you kw mor whn i do.”
UPDATE 2: Got this one at 12:18 AM:
“Alls well, its out! 4.5 hrs, she\’s dn gr8. Tird, bt well. Mor l8r.”
There are many responses to terror. I think I’ve seen just about every one of them in the last 24 hours. Everything from deliberate indifference to bloodthirsty calls for revenge. Everything from “look at the cute bunnies” to “nuke ’em all and let God sort it out!”
To one extreme I can’t go, even though I’m trying. To the other, I won’t go, no matter how easy it sounds. We can’t ignore the fact that there are literally millions of people on this mudball that would kill us in a heartbeat. And they would do it just because of the way we look, act, think…or just because we exist. But I won’t jump on the bandwagon of hate as a defense mechanism. I will not paint an entire group of people with the same brush, just because it’s easier to shoot first and ask questions later. As Brian said, an eye for an eye will not solve anything.
I know it’s a tired, old thing, but I need to say it:
God grant me the Serenity to accept the things I Cannot change
I finally was able to do it. I entered my instant rage and incoherent screaming into a blog post and walked away without posting it. So, you get spared all the nonsensical rambling about man’s inhumanity to man and who’s to blame and a ton of other crap that would inflame conservatives and liberals alike. Instead, I think I can summarize the whole thing thusly:
Yesterday, a group of so-called humans cut off a man’s head.
And it was evil.
I may have misrepresented the reaction to the Mother’s Day cards in the previous post. They were very well received, actually.
Whiny’s read:
We at Paul would like to apologize for the lack of a CD in this year’s gift. Those responsible have been flogged.
If it’s any consolation, we got a great deal on head trauma.
Pepperkat’s said:
This is Paul.
(drawing of a smiling stick figure with red hair and/or bloody scalp)
This is Paul attempting to get you a Mother’s Day gift.
(violent red scribbling)
I wuvles you, mommy. Thank you for being my anchor to the real world. Without you I would have drifted off into a grey void. Of course, without you I wouldn’t be here. Oh dear… I’m running out of room. Oh no! I’m not gonna make it… Nooooooooooooo! Love you! Happy Mother’s Day.
(the last in teeny tiny print, naturally)
Yes, they’re “special” kids. Why do you ask?
I think we adequately met the needs of the central figure in the Mother’s Day ritual today. She cooked a turkey, cleaned house and took a nap while I played online video games. Yeah. Made sure she felt all mother-like.
The kids were going to sneak off to the Mall last night while we were out. They were going to spend their allowances on Mother’s Day presents. Unfortunately, they aborted that plan when, on their way to the bus stop, Whiny ran into a telephone pole, cut his head open, and began dripping blood on the sidewalk. So they made her cards like 3rd graders.
What, you might ask, could possibly top all that brilliantly special treatment on this sacred holiday?
Oh yes. You know.
We took her to see Life of Brian.
All is forgiven. She is one happy mother.
Always look on the bright side of life…