"Cyber Monday is for people who never use the Internet," I said. "It's unnecessary."
"So it's for the rest of us."
"The Internet is 24/7. It's not about being online at a particular time. That's Old Media. That's TV."
"Well sold," my boss said. "...except for that Old Media part. That hurt a little."
;D
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
No iPod for you, Dear Leader
U.S. Bans Sale Of iPods To North Korea
Amusement, of course, because this is hilarious. But also outrage, because it reminds me how well Kim Jong Il lives at the expense of his people. If any country is always at war with Oceania, it's North Korea.
I have no idea if this will work at all, but it does bring me some grim pleasure to think that Dear Leader won't be able to easily or legitimately attain his favored luxury items.
The U.S. government's first-ever effort to use trade sanctions to personally aggravate a foreign president expressly targets items believed to be favored by Kim Jong Il or presented by him as gifts to the roughly 600 loyalist families who run the communist government.This has brought out quite a number of emotions in me.
Kim, who engineered a secret nuclear weapons program, has other options for obtaining the high-end consumer electronics and other items he wants.
But the list of proposed luxury sanctions, obtained by The Associated Press, aims to make Kim's swanky life harder: No more cognac, Rolex watches, cigarettes, artwork, expensive cars, Harley Davidson motorcycles or even personal watercraft, such as Jet Skis.
The new ban would extend even to music and sports equipment.
[...]
Responding to North Korea's nuclear test Oct. 9, the U.N. Security Council voted to ban military supplies and weapons shipments - sanctions already imposed by the United States. It also banned sales of luxury goods but so far has left each country to define such items. Japan included beef, caviar and fatty tuna, along with expensive cars, motorcycles, cameras and more. Many European nations are still working on their lists.
Amusement, of course, because this is hilarious. But also outrage, because it reminds me how well Kim Jong Il lives at the expense of his people. If any country is always at war with Oceania, it's North Korea.
I have no idea if this will work at all, but it does bring me some grim pleasure to think that Dear Leader won't be able to easily or legitimately attain his favored luxury items.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
I decided to walk to Burger King
And let me just say that I am very, very glad to have that walk over with.
Man, I am really out of shape. My body has gone so downhill since the fire.
Man, I am really out of shape. My body has gone so downhill since the fire.
Last night's dreams
In my first dream, Gabe and Tycho worked at the TV station with me, and their content was expanding into television. I was all excited; I think I said something like, "As a commodity with continual content production, it's only natural to expand into other media." Tycho mentioned something about the search for a new reporter, and I thought he meant the station was looking for one...but then he corrected me, "No, a reporter for us." So apparently Gabe and Tycho would have their very own gaming news reporter, hired by the station. Whack.
In my second dream, Sean and I went to Athens Restaurant and Taverna, which is being sold (if it hasn't been already). While we were there Sean got the idea to buy the place. So we toured the facilities and talked about the pros and cons. I was excited about the prospect of owning our own business, and I couldn't believe that Sean was actually for it, but I also had some reservations--it's very difficult to run a restaurant, and I knew the initial cost would be high, and there would be no telling when we'd get a return on that investment.
Sure enough, we eventually discovered that the asking price was $79,300. I spent the rest of the tour pondering how crazy it would make us to take out a loan, and wondering if Sean really wanted to do that. I also considered other uses we could make of the space, like turning it into a bellydance studio for Mari.
In my second dream, Sean and I went to Athens Restaurant and Taverna, which is being sold (if it hasn't been already). While we were there Sean got the idea to buy the place. So we toured the facilities and talked about the pros and cons. I was excited about the prospect of owning our own business, and I couldn't believe that Sean was actually for it, but I also had some reservations--it's very difficult to run a restaurant, and I knew the initial cost would be high, and there would be no telling when we'd get a return on that investment.
Sure enough, we eventually discovered that the asking price was $79,300. I spent the rest of the tour pondering how crazy it would make us to take out a loan, and wondering if Sean really wanted to do that. I also considered other uses we could make of the space, like turning it into a bellydance studio for Mari.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Thanksgiving
Sean and I have this deal with our parents. We spend Thanksgiving with one set and Christmas with the other, and trade off each year. It was my idea, and everyone agreed it was fair. (Well, mostly everyone. But no need to go into that.)
This year's circumstances are a little different, though. We were due to go to Kentucky for Thanksgiving...but due to various family issues on both sides, we didn't go there, and we didn't do Thanksgiving with Sean's parents, either.
Instead, we stayed home, and I cooked a feast for two (with plenty of leftovers).
I made:
We spent much of the day watching Lois & Clark seasons 2 and 3, and after Thanksgiving dinner we passed out for the night. At 8:30 p.m. Man, we're old.
(Sean actually went to bed around the same time tonight, but I refused to give in and instead stayed up to catch up on pictures and posting.)
It was a lovely day, and so was today, and I've still got two days left of my fabulous four-day weekend :)
(...and now I'm caught up!)
This year's circumstances are a little different, though. We were due to go to Kentucky for Thanksgiving...but due to various family issues on both sides, we didn't go there, and we didn't do Thanksgiving with Sean's parents, either.
Instead, we stayed home, and I cooked a feast for two (with plenty of leftovers).
I made:
- Turkey breasts seasoned with rosemary and thyme
- Corn casserole
- Green bean casserole (had to substitute cream of chicken for cream of mushroom soup, but that apparently didn't matter)
- Mashed red potatoes
- Berries-in cranberry sauce (I opened a can, woo)
RollsBiscuits- Pumpkin pie
- Cherry pie
We spent much of the day watching Lois & Clark seasons 2 and 3, and after Thanksgiving dinner we passed out for the night. At 8:30 p.m. Man, we're old.
(Sean actually went to bed around the same time tonight, but I refused to give in and instead stayed up to catch up on pictures and posting.)
It was a lovely day, and so was today, and I've still got two days left of my fabulous four-day weekend :)
(...and now I'm caught up!)
Lights
This past Tuesday, Mayor Deke Copenhaver lit up the city's Christmas tree at the Augusta Common. I couldn't go, as the lighting took place while I was still at work, but I did swing by that way after work on Wednesday to take some pictures of the pretty tree.
Thanks to Dariush, I've learned more about my camera's controls, so I was able to get night shots with more detail than I've ever managed before. They're still terrible, but I can tell they're less terrible than my previous night shots ;)
More starting here.
Thanks to Dariush, I've learned more about my camera's controls, so I was able to get night shots with more detail than I've ever managed before. They're still terrible, but I can tell they're less terrible than my previous night shots ;)
More starting here.
What can I say, I like moving furniture
I mentioned before how I like to take some measure of control over a changing situation, and that when my officemate left for a new job I decided to rearrange the office. Here, finally, are pictures of what I did to the place. (To see what the office originally looked like, check here. Not so many great views, but you get the general idea.)
The madness begins here. Basically all I did at this point was shove desks away from one door and towards another.
Then I went batshit loco.
See that dirty-looking arc on the floor? That's the mark left when the cleaners buffed the floor around where that second desk used to be. As you can see, I rotated it 180 degrees. I also shuffled the contents of that desk with the contents of the white table I put in its place.
So now I have something of a cubicle:
With my desk moved away from the previously-unused door and the second desk right next to mine, there's a free and easy walkway through the office from door to door.
There is the danger that my office might become a hallway, but I figure I'll just leave a door shut when I'm not feeling particularly sociable.
All in all, I like the change. It's different, but it feels comfortable and usable.
One of the office ladies looked in and said, "Wow, it's so nice and neat and clean!" Granted, there was a lot of dust around before I rearranged (and left a note for housekeeping), but I think organizing and storing all the clutter really made a difference. Instead of piles on top of piles, there are open surfaces and clean lines. Very feng shui :>
There are still things to do, but on the whole I'm happy with how it's turned out.
I do want to get rid of that penguin, though. It annoys me, for some reason.
The madness begins here. Basically all I did at this point was shove desks away from one door and towards another.
Then I went batshit loco.
See that dirty-looking arc on the floor? That's the mark left when the cleaners buffed the floor around where that second desk used to be. As you can see, I rotated it 180 degrees. I also shuffled the contents of that desk with the contents of the white table I put in its place.
So now I have something of a cubicle:
With my desk moved away from the previously-unused door and the second desk right next to mine, there's a free and easy walkway through the office from door to door.
There is the danger that my office might become a hallway, but I figure I'll just leave a door shut when I'm not feeling particularly sociable.
All in all, I like the change. It's different, but it feels comfortable and usable.
One of the office ladies looked in and said, "Wow, it's so nice and neat and clean!" Granted, there was a lot of dust around before I rearranged (and left a note for housekeeping), but I think organizing and storing all the clutter really made a difference. Instead of piles on top of piles, there are open surfaces and clean lines. Very feng shui :>
There are still things to do, but on the whole I'm happy with how it's turned out.
I do want to get rid of that penguin, though. It annoys me, for some reason.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
First judgments
In my dream last night, I was having a very passionate argument with someone. It was a man, but I can't remember who it was, except that I know it wasn't Sean. I get the feeling it was a fictional character, or maybe a coworker.
Perhaps due to that dream argument, I spent the morning wondering how people see me. For the most part people react to me the way I expect them to, but sometimes they don't and I can't figure out why.
Years ago, when I applied for a job at Wal-Mart, I expressed interest in working in the stock room. The lady I was interviewing with discouraged me...but encouraged another girl, who was skinnier and--in my opinion--wussier. I have never been able to figure that out. First of all, wouldn't you want the skinnier, and therefore closer to the current arbitrary model of beauty, girl out on the floor? Second of all, wouldn't you want people in the stock room who are tough? Does this mean that people don't think I'm tough when they first meet me?
People at work were surprised when I recently moved two large desks and heavy computer equipment around all by myself, but I don't think that's the same thing. After all, people here know me as a desk worker and don't expect me to do physical labor. But that Wal-Mart lady had just met me, so what made her think I couldn't make it in the stock room?
Maybe I wasn't tall enough?
I guess I'll never know.
Perhaps due to that dream argument, I spent the morning wondering how people see me. For the most part people react to me the way I expect them to, but sometimes they don't and I can't figure out why.
Years ago, when I applied for a job at Wal-Mart, I expressed interest in working in the stock room. The lady I was interviewing with discouraged me...but encouraged another girl, who was skinnier and--in my opinion--wussier. I have never been able to figure that out. First of all, wouldn't you want the skinnier, and therefore closer to the current arbitrary model of beauty, girl out on the floor? Second of all, wouldn't you want people in the stock room who are tough? Does this mean that people don't think I'm tough when they first meet me?
People at work were surprised when I recently moved two large desks and heavy computer equipment around all by myself, but I don't think that's the same thing. After all, people here know me as a desk worker and don't expect me to do physical labor. But that Wal-Mart lady had just met me, so what made her think I couldn't make it in the stock room?
Maybe I wasn't tall enough?
I guess I'll never know.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Random, dashed-off thoughts on the election process
What if we could elect people every day? Micro-elections, if you will? Instead of a huge shebang that took attention away from the issues, every day a person would evaluate their elected officials and their decisions and decide if they were happy or not. Over time, that cumulative impression could result in an election, if, say, "disapproval" votes reached a certain percent. And people would throw their names into the hat to replace them whenever they felt like it--"Don't like how Steve's doing? Vote him down this month and I'll run for his spot when the election comes!"
I don't know, it's just a thought. I'm tired of how ridiculous elections are. Things either don't get done during that time, or get done without anyone paying attention to them. And can a person who has to focus a great deal of energy on re-election really make informed, proper decisions?
Maybe there could be a pool of politicians, and elected officials would be chosen from that pool. To get into the pool you'd just have to meet certain criteria (education, experience)--it'd be open to anyone, regardless of how much campaign money they had. People in the pool would put out opinion statements that would be published for them, with no frills. No mudslinging would be allowed. And if people liked someone in the pool better than their current elected official, they could start voting that official down and voting that pool guy up.
Or something else. Whatever. It just seems like technology could seriously level the playing field if we'd let it.
I don't know, it's just a thought. I'm tired of how ridiculous elections are. Things either don't get done during that time, or get done without anyone paying attention to them. And can a person who has to focus a great deal of energy on re-election really make informed, proper decisions?
Maybe there could be a pool of politicians, and elected officials would be chosen from that pool. To get into the pool you'd just have to meet certain criteria (education, experience)--it'd be open to anyone, regardless of how much campaign money they had. People in the pool would put out opinion statements that would be published for them, with no frills. No mudslinging would be allowed. And if people liked someone in the pool better than their current elected official, they could start voting that official down and voting that pool guy up.
Or something else. Whatever. It just seems like technology could seriously level the playing field if we'd let it.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Last night's dream
A woman was pointing at some printed text going through a machine, trying to make a point to the girl running it. The girl wasn't having it, though, and grabbed the woman's arm. Soon she was shoving the woman's arm into the machine, which chopped it up into bloody stumps that fell to the floor.
I hid my eyes and screamed.
I hid my eyes and screamed.
Black Friday
The other day I remembered a diary entry I wrote when I was pretty young about going shopping on Black Friday. I said something like, "We got up early today. Mom says all the stores have their best prices the day after Thanksgiving." And then the entry is just a recap of where we went and what we bought. I probably listed what food we ate, too, since I have been a big fan of food my entire life.
Anyway, I always liked that entry. Whenever I'd come across it when rereading my diaries, I'd smile to myself.
Can you guess where this is going?
Before all my diaries burned up in the fire, I did type up a few notable entries. I posted them here. When I remembered this particular entry the other day, I went looking for it.
It wasn't there. I guess I never got to that one.
Anyway, I always liked that entry. Whenever I'd come across it when rereading my diaries, I'd smile to myself.
Can you guess where this is going?
Before all my diaries burned up in the fire, I did type up a few notable entries. I posted them here. When I remembered this particular entry the other day, I went looking for it.
It wasn't there. I guess I never got to that one.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Transition
The girl who shared my office at work has left for a new job. Her workstation will become kind of a catch-all for other people who need its resources, and for the rest of the time remain open and empty.
This office is big. Having it empty will be pretty lonely.
But it's not the lack of a body in the chair behind me that's on my mind today. It's the fact that someone I've grown to like very much won't be a part of my daily routine anymore.
I'm really going to miss her.
When change happens in my life, my way of dealing is to exert as much control as I can. In this case, since I'm losing an officemate, I'm taking the opportunity to rearrange the office. There are two doors, and now both of them open; previously, the one leading towards the newsroom was blocked by my desk. I'm not done, but I'm liking the change so far.
Except for the added noise.
Also, people tend to like to congregate in this office. It's in a central area in the station, at the junction of many hallways. Today there have been far too many people in here. I can be pretty sociable, but today...not so much.
I finally closed the door leading to all those hallways and just left the other door newly open.
Even though I have some measure of control over the things around me, I can't control the events...so my coping isn't working out as well as I'd hoped.
In other news, when I'm sad, I'm perceptibly stupider. I need to remember that so I can keep my head down in the future.
This office is big. Having it empty will be pretty lonely.
But it's not the lack of a body in the chair behind me that's on my mind today. It's the fact that someone I've grown to like very much won't be a part of my daily routine anymore.
I'm really going to miss her.
When change happens in my life, my way of dealing is to exert as much control as I can. In this case, since I'm losing an officemate, I'm taking the opportunity to rearrange the office. There are two doors, and now both of them open; previously, the one leading towards the newsroom was blocked by my desk. I'm not done, but I'm liking the change so far.
Except for the added noise.
Also, people tend to like to congregate in this office. It's in a central area in the station, at the junction of many hallways. Today there have been far too many people in here. I can be pretty sociable, but today...not so much.
I finally closed the door leading to all those hallways and just left the other door newly open.
Even though I have some measure of control over the things around me, I can't control the events...so my coping isn't working out as well as I'd hoped.
In other news, when I'm sad, I'm perceptibly stupider. I need to remember that so I can keep my head down in the future.
I am really into Sluggy's current Oasis storyline.
Normally I save Sluggy for last when I'm reading webcomics, because it was my first-ever webcomic and I still consider it the best, and I always save the best for last. (Penny Arcade is next to last.)
But here lately I go to Sluggy right away, because I'm dying to know what happened. It's been awhile since that's happened for me with any webcomic :)
The current story arc starts here.
But here lately I go to Sluggy right away, because I'm dying to know what happened. It's been awhile since that's happened for me with any webcomic :)
The current story arc starts here.
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Fake model photography
So this year's online trend in digital photography is photos of real places that look like pictures of models. I've thought it was neat since I first saw some of the photos, but I thought I couldn't do it because I don't have a tilt-shift lens.
But then yesterday Wil Wheaton linked to a photo of his that someone called vertigo25 had done up fake model style. From that page I found a link to a mirror of a tutorial on how to replicate the effect in Photoshop.
The result isn't quite as cool as the real thing, but it's still interesting. So I tried it out.
This is really the best I was able to come up with. You can see my other attempts here.
As you can tell, there are some issues with photos with large height variations. It's kind of difficult to find the best focal area. Still, it was a fun experiment. Maybe I'll eventually figure out how to do it better, or take a photo that is better suited for the process.
(vertigo25 used a different technique to create his mask, and linked to this example. It looks like he traced around the tree and bridge to keep them in the foreground. That would probably work better with the heights I'm dealing with.)
But then yesterday Wil Wheaton linked to a photo of his that someone called vertigo25 had done up fake model style. From that page I found a link to a mirror of a tutorial on how to replicate the effect in Photoshop.
The result isn't quite as cool as the real thing, but it's still interesting. So I tried it out.
This is really the best I was able to come up with. You can see my other attempts here.
As you can tell, there are some issues with photos with large height variations. It's kind of difficult to find the best focal area. Still, it was a fun experiment. Maybe I'll eventually figure out how to do it better, or take a photo that is better suited for the process.
(vertigo25 used a different technique to create his mask, and linked to this example. It looks like he traced around the tree and bridge to keep them in the foreground. That would probably work better with the heights I'm dealing with.)
A request
My aunt has had some pretty serious complications from surgery. She's in the ICU; my mom is with her.
Any good thoughts you might be able to send her way would be appreciated.
Any good thoughts you might be able to send her way would be appreciated.
Saturday, November 11, 2006
Christmas in my mind
So yesterday I decided to spend far too much money at Wal-Mart on Christmas decorations. (After the fire, I don't have any. So it's only natural that I catch up. Right?)
When I got home I cleaned and decorated the office.
I'm pretty happy with my little Christmas tree done up in pink. It goes with my armchair. Plus, pink is pretty :>
When I first started picking out ornaments, I went for a bunch of silver and blue stuff. This is one of two garlands I bought, thinking I would use them on a larger tree that I would buy later. This time around, I just picked a small tree that at the time I thought I'd put in the kitchen.
When I got home and realized there were two little trees in the box instead of one, I decided to put one of the garlands on one of them.
I could have made both trees identical, but what point would there be in that?
I also kept both trees in the office, because unfortunately they have to be plugged into each other--I can't have one in here and one in the kitchen. But I think they look okay in here :)
It was impossible to avoid bringing this snowman home.
Here's the full view. As you can see, I also got quite a collection of Christmas CDs, as well as some peppermint-colored candles.
Not pictured are the ornaments meant for a larger tree (which I still hope to get later!), the little silver reindeer hanging from the bathroom doorknob, and the larger red candle tray with a peppermint pillar surrounded by additional round peppermint candles.
I've been listening to a CD called Christmas Dinner - Elegant Saxophone Quintet
, filled with instrumental Christmas favorites, since yesterday :)
When I got home I cleaned and decorated the office.
I'm pretty happy with my little Christmas tree done up in pink. It goes with my armchair. Plus, pink is pretty :>
When I first started picking out ornaments, I went for a bunch of silver and blue stuff. This is one of two garlands I bought, thinking I would use them on a larger tree that I would buy later. This time around, I just picked a small tree that at the time I thought I'd put in the kitchen.
When I got home and realized there were two little trees in the box instead of one, I decided to put one of the garlands on one of them.
I could have made both trees identical, but what point would there be in that?
I also kept both trees in the office, because unfortunately they have to be plugged into each other--I can't have one in here and one in the kitchen. But I think they look okay in here :)
It was impossible to avoid bringing this snowman home.
Here's the full view. As you can see, I also got quite a collection of Christmas CDs, as well as some peppermint-colored candles.
Not pictured are the ornaments meant for a larger tree (which I still hope to get later!), the little silver reindeer hanging from the bathroom doorknob, and the larger red candle tray with a peppermint pillar surrounded by additional round peppermint candles.
I've been listening to a CD called Christmas Dinner - Elegant Saxophone Quintet
, filled with instrumental Christmas favorites, since yesterday :)
Wednesday, November 8, 2006
Stability and the web
The web is transient by its very nature. In the time it takes to open an FTP program or change a few settings in a CMS, years of content, years of history, can completely disappear.
Maybe it'll get captured by Google cache or the Internet Archive. But it won't be where it used to be, and you won't find new content along the same lines, either. More importantly, if the site was a place of interaction, that means suddenly you have lost a community.
The result is just jarring. You're left wondering what happened, and sometimes there's no explanation. If it's a larger website, the abrupt transition or closure might have made the news somewhere, but if it's someone's blog...
It's a place where you used to interact, even just a little, and suddenly it's gone, and you don't know why.
Whoever took everything away probably didn't mean anything by it.
But it's insulting. It demonstrates antipathy towards the site's community. It says to them: I don't care that you came here. I don't care if I ever interact with you on the web again.
Maybe it'll get captured by Google cache or the Internet Archive. But it won't be where it used to be, and you won't find new content along the same lines, either. More importantly, if the site was a place of interaction, that means suddenly you have lost a community.
The result is just jarring. You're left wondering what happened, and sometimes there's no explanation. If it's a larger website, the abrupt transition or closure might have made the news somewhere, but if it's someone's blog...
It's a place where you used to interact, even just a little, and suddenly it's gone, and you don't know why.
Whoever took everything away probably didn't mean anything by it.
But it's insulting. It demonstrates antipathy towards the site's community. It says to them: I don't care that you came here. I don't care if I ever interact with you on the web again.
Tuesday, November 7, 2006
I didn't vote :(
I would have liked to, but things just didn't turn out that way. I suppose if I had tried harder I could have made time for it.
Oh well.
Oh well.
Monday, November 6, 2006
One word
Here's a survey I found over at the Extraordinary Bride's blog.
That part about not giving a paragraph explaining why is talking directly to me.
Hey you! Yeah that's right, you! When you do this survey you can only use ONE word to answer each question, no more and certainly no less (what would be the point then). And for the love of god, don't type one word and then give a paragraph explaining why, it kinda defeats the purpose (and i haven't figured what that is yet).
Not as easy as you may think.
1. Yourself: searching
2. Your girlfriend/boyfriend: happy
3. Your hair: flat
4. Your mother: ideal
5. Your father: warm
6. Your favorite item: camera
7. Your dream last night: interrupted
8. Your favorite drink: water
9. Last time drunk: never
10. Your dream car: bicycle
11. The room you are in: lonely
12. Your ex: bald
13. Your fear: trapped
14. What you want to be in 10 years: me
15. Who you hung out with last night: hubby
16. What you're not: humble
17. Muffins: blueberry
18: One of your wish list items: tickets
19: Time: incomprehensible
20. The last thing you did: googled
21. What you are wearing: comfortable
22. Your favorite weather: crisp
23. Your favorite book: expelliarmus!
24. The last thing you ate: minty
25. Your life: good
26. Your mood: odd
27. Your body: huge
28. What are you thinking about right now? wanting
29. What are you doing at the moment? blinking
30. Your summer: nothing
31. Best part of your life: opportunity
32. Best friend: two
That part about not giving a paragraph explaining why is talking directly to me.
Hey you! Yeah that's right, you! When you do this survey you can only use ONE word to answer each question, no more and certainly no less (what would be the point then). And for the love of god, don't type one word and then give a paragraph explaining why, it kinda defeats the purpose (and i haven't figured what that is yet).
Not as easy as you may think.
1. Yourself: searching
2. Your girlfriend/boyfriend: happy
3. Your hair: flat
4. Your mother: ideal
5. Your father: warm
6. Your favorite item: camera
7. Your dream last night: interrupted
8. Your favorite drink: water
9. Last time drunk: never
10. Your dream car: bicycle
11. The room you are in: lonely
12. Your ex: bald
13. Your fear: trapped
14. What you want to be in 10 years: me
15. Who you hung out with last night: hubby
16. What you're not: humble
17. Muffins: blueberry
18: One of your wish list items: tickets
19: Time: incomprehensible
20. The last thing you did: googled
21. What you are wearing: comfortable
22. Your favorite weather: crisp
23. Your favorite book: expelliarmus!
24. The last thing you ate: minty
25. Your life: good
26. Your mood: odd
27. Your body: huge
28. What are you thinking about right now? wanting
29. What are you doing at the moment? blinking
30. Your summer: nothing
31. Best part of your life: opportunity
32. Best friend: two
Video posts?
So, with the ending of the Audioblogger chapter of my online journaling experience, I've been wondering what to use to replace it, if anything.
It occurred to me the other day that I could produce video posts and host them with my spankin'-new YouTube account. Because I have no editing software, the videos would simply consist of me, talking. Perhaps the camera would be on me. Perhaps it would be focused on some sort of scene.
It wouldn't be as immediate as my phone posts, or as simple...but it might be interesting.
It would also open me up to ridicule from the YouTube masses. But hey.
It occurred to me the other day that I could produce video posts and host them with my spankin'-new YouTube account. Because I have no editing software, the videos would simply consist of me, talking. Perhaps the camera would be on me. Perhaps it would be focused on some sort of scene.
It wouldn't be as immediate as my phone posts, or as simple...but it might be interesting.
It would also open me up to ridicule from the YouTube masses. But hey.
Thursday, November 2, 2006
Blogger's acting dippy again
I made a comment this afternoon and it's still not up. Perhaps some of you made comments as well! So this post is an effort to get the blog to republish and maybe reveal any activity over the past day.
Godspeed, intarweb.
Godspeed, intarweb.
Want to see something awesome?
Here's Travon's Halloween costume.
Near as I can tell, he's a voodoo Indian 1970's cop-pimp doctor.
Near as I can tell, he's a voodoo Indian 1970's cop-pimp doctor.
Want to see something crazy?
The other day on my way to work, I was headed up the I-20 Exit 1 offramp to Martintown Road when I looked to my right and saw about a bazillion birds camped out on Frontage Road.
Hey look; I have a YouTube account now. I like the fact that I can upload movies straight from my camera without converting them to mpgs first (the site does the conversion, to Flash, for me).
Check it out: at first the birds are just hanging out, chirping like crazy. Then, in the third video, they start to organize...and in the fourth, they're outta here.
Hey look; I have a YouTube account now. I like the fact that I can upload movies straight from my camera without converting them to mpgs first (the site does the conversion, to Flash, for me).
Check it out: at first the birds are just hanging out, chirping like crazy. Then, in the third video, they start to organize...and in the fourth, they're outta here.
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