Monthly Archives: August 2002

con-structive

well, i’m going to keep this brief, because my mind is spinning in about fourteen different directions and i keep repeating the directions from the information booth to the registration area like a mantra, but here i am again. dragoncon. yes, i am having a lovely time. yes, it is quite tiring. yes, i am

marta could’ve been a bit smarta

marta. the metro atlanta rapid transit authority. perhaps the most ineffective execution of public transportation i’ve ever known. i am not speaking of the buses, because they do tend to roam far and wide (when they are not threatening my life with random changes of lane and spur of the moment brakings), but of the

stealing time between work and work

you have your day work, then you have the work you do after the work is done. the day work pays your way to do the work you do when you’re not working. my work after-work is usually involvement in some kind of theatre. and now my after-work work is going to increase ever so

restful indulgence and unnecessary cuteness

we’ll get to the subject soon enough. i went home this weekend. it had been awhile, maybe about two months or so, so a trip up the interstate was due. some people might not get back as often as i, due to distance either physical or emotional, but i never mind the couple of hours

idle worship

it’s not that i make an active effort to avoid trendiness. i just don’t care much for the general tastes of the american public. FM pop radio is an abyss that sends me radio-dialling over into the scratchy audio of AM talk radio for nothing else than to get something spontaneous and real. i did

funny how time zips away

most of you know the mighty zip, regular commentator to this blog and occasional contributor. the calhoun native is celebrating his 78th 4000th next year of existence this weekend, so i think you should all visit his brand sparkin’ new weblog and bless him with some tasty birthday commentary. go! gaze upon him in wonder!

gentlemen, hide your mp3s

the hounds have been unleashed. you never thought it would happen. we never figured they would target the individual user. but guess what? never just happen’d.

man, i’m diggin’ that spin i’m in

something new for you to play with. or with for you to play. no, that’s not right. let’s start again. provided for your amusement, something new. well, that might be grammatically correct, but it still sounds terribly stuffy. regardless, i have added a new feature, component, gadget, thingy to grabbingsand. look over to your right,

bringing up to speed

three weeks of much ado about nothing amounts to quite a lot of hard work and lost sleep. yet i have still managed to make a better than good impression on my new workplace, surprising one of my clients this morning with just my personality alone. “where’d they find you? an IT guy with a

bagels and malapropisms

a hotel conference room. a couple of tables laden with bagels, muffins, cut fruit and coffee. a floor covered with round ten-top tables, each place marked with a small sheaf of xeroxed paper. a pitcher of water at the center of each one, orbited by ten glasses each. this can mean only one thing. corporate