Sat 5 Jan 2008
In July, I wrote:
I somehow suspect that I’ll be more tempted to blog once school starts again and I have other things to do.
And, man, I wasn’t tempted at all! It seems that it is only when the holidays draw near an end, and the prospect of going back to classes and ridiculously large lists of curriculum rears its ugly, ugly head, that the bug bites me. But meh, I’ve made no promises, so I make no apologies.
Since I can’t seem to muster the will to write full length blog posts very often, I think I’ll try compensating with lots of tiny ones. Enter Twitter. Putting these tweets in the main post area would be a sure way to offend my own sensibilities, so I’ve gotten myself one of these fancy-pants plugins, and you should now be seeing a neat little list in the sidebar to the right.
With a bit of luck, this is so easy that I’ll get addicted to spewing text again, and eventually end up with stuff that won’t fit in a tweet, resulting in more proper posts. Tricking myself like this is a delicate process,though, so don’t mess it up by telling me what I’m up to!
January 7th, 2008 at 18:50
Yay you!
January 8th, 2008 at 16:48
Since your twitter cannot be commented on, I will comment here:
On the zipper-breakage:
You have a most pecuilar tendency to underestimate your own decadence, don’t you?
January 9th, 2008 at 18:18
If you get a Twitter account, you can comment by tweeting back with the @username function.
January 10th, 2008 at 19:11
I don’t think my.opera allows for that kind of additions…
January 11th, 2008 at 4:31
“Must every sci-fi show have a “protagonist wakes up in mental hospital”-epsiode?”
No. But they seem to want to anyway.
“Has anyone ever fallen for it?”
No. Except in the case of “Buffy” where they cheaply enough never told us for sure which reality is real and we thus never know who fell for what how. Leave it to Whedon to make the clich’e (no proper accents on this keyboard!) hurt even more than usual.
January 11th, 2008 at 4:32
“I’m continually amazed at the ethnic diversity in all these tiny little isolated villages they come across.”
Gods, yes, that’s been bugging me too.
January 11th, 2008 at 4:33
That, and the horrible weirdness of how any population of interest on a planet of isolated village(s) seemingly ALWAYS live within walking-distance of a Stargate.
January 11th, 2008 at 10:53
“I don’t think my.opera allows for that kind of additions…”
Well, you don’t have to put it in a blog sidebar. People can follow tweets through a twitter-page or an RSS-feed, or by recieving updates through an Instant Messenger.
January 11th, 2008 at 17:30
Well, the thing is, I’m petulant. If I can’t have it as a blog sidebar, I won’t have it at all!
And yeah, no more Scottishness on SGA. Too bad.
January 16th, 2008 at 0:29
Really? Like playing chicken? In my experience it’s pretty much the opposite. Who’s the first to push the button after the previous stop’s done? And I gotta tell you, despite my extreme paranoia, it’s rarely me. O.o
January 18th, 2008 at 21:51
I thought so too once. But nope, [European] history stops being fun once the first world war starts. The 1800s are actually quite fun, it turned out. Balance of powers! Metternich! Crimean war! Then there’s WW1, which is so-so, and everything after it is bo.ri.ng.
January 23rd, 2008 at 16:43
He does try to hide it - because he’s not Santa Claus. He’s Father Christmas, faking an American accent.
Also, Spellbinder is awesome? Huh. I remember liking it, but from what I remember I’d assume it was cheesy and repetitive as heck.
January 23rd, 2008 at 17:38
You say that as if that is not awesome.
January 23rd, 2008 at 17:49
That’s ’cause it isn’t.
January 25th, 2008 at 16:34
And I think a language with only voiced sounds would sound cooler!
January 25th, 2008 at 16:36
I mean, headachecausing, to be sure, but cooler.
January 30th, 2008 at 16:51
Santa Clause also has no traceable income but somehow manages to not only produce one present per non-naughty child on the planet once a year as well as hand it off to them without profit, but to also find the resources to arrange the transport of the presents to them. On top of this, he somehow finances a system of intelligence-gathering allowing him to then sit down and judge the moral status of every single child. (No wonder his wife was so obsessive about that penny…)
Now you tell me that this isn’t suspect. I’d thus be very careful about believing anything Mr. Clause might claim. Who else knows what he might be hiding.
January 30th, 2008 at 16:53
That last sentence should of course be “Who knows what else he might be hiding”. I’m tired.
February 2nd, 2008 at 15:04
You do nothing on the days you have on, too.
February 3rd, 2008 at 11:50
Yay for birthday’y homeness!
Apropo birthday-stuff, were we going to the movies some time these days? To see Asterix?
February 7th, 2008 at 21:23
“Lining up”? :O There’s MORE? You poor sod!
*sympathizes*
February 8th, 2008 at 10:39
Get your own damn twitter account already!
February 8th, 2008 at 15:39
*giggles*
(In a manly fashion, obviously)
February 11th, 2008 at 4:03
Seasons of WW?