I don't want to blog about stuff until I rewrite my blogging software to make my head hurt less. And yet I don't want to do that until I've got the stuff done.

This is something I saw a decade or so ago, mentioned in conversation with someone vaguely recently, and couldn't find when I went looking for it.

Fortunately, someone else linked to it when they linked to this.

Remember, only you can prevent traffic jams.

My stubborn insistence on writing my own software for things like maintaining this blog causes me to spend more time thinking about the problem and less time writing about other stuff.

There are large projects that occupy a lot of my spare time that I never mention here because linking to them isn't particularly useful yet.

I need to sit down and do something about a lot of my infrastructure; my mail reading pattern isn't standing up to the current demands of work, my personal mail infrastructure could use some work, I'm still depending on Debian Sarge in places where I really shouldn't be; I'm running three or four different pieces of IM software for three different systems and as such missing critical information, and of course, I don't write here as often as I'd like. (see above)

Remember the cuecat? It's not a great barcode scanner, but it does work. Most of the time.

Deep-Fried Coca-Cola. . . .

Home built USB logic analyzer. Like I'd have time to use one, much less build one.

Read your Own DHS Travel Dossier. For various reasons, I would be disappointed if they weren't keeping at least something of an eye on me. I wouldn't expect that to be true of everyone, though.

Make a Jacob's Ladder. I've always wanted to do this. Where do you get neon sign transformers, anyway?

Super Probe. This just looks handy.

If you have any domains registered with GoDaddy, you are wrong.

I'm beginning to think that I need to switch to Windows on my laptop for a while, if only to try and understand how the other half (which is to say, nearly everyone else) thinks. I say this, because whiz-bang "new" applications (about which, more later) are seeming to have increasingly incomprehensible (to me, anyway) UI methodologies.

I wish to announce that the rumors of my death have been only slightly exaggerated, and that this is the coolest thing ever.

That is all.

The problem with a broken heart is not that it aches, but that it won't bear any weight.

So, once again I find myself in the Logan Terminal B Satellite (low earth orbit, more like) on my way to visit my parents. This time I found some outlets useful for charging things (which is good because my new old phone (see below) seems to have crashed in the night and not bothered to charge itself), and they want to sell me network access for the low price of $8/day, which seems like it's not quite worth it given that my flight should be boarding shortly.

The end of 2005 and I find myself at a multi-day new year's party at an improbably nice (but secure and undisclosed) location.

...to write long bitter entries about how I feel terrible about not posting here and how unpleasant my life is. Then I get distracted by the fact that things just aren't that bad. :-)

Anyway, this month's semi-mysteriously lacking google search is "meatball symphony".

International Talk Like a Pirate Day is tomorrow.

I am considering taking a limited vow of silence (That allows me to speak for business purposes and to a few specific people) for the day.

Kung Fu Hustle may be the best movie ever made (at least as far as I'm concerned right now).

The first time I saw it, my mouth hurt because I'd been smiling so much. I saw it again at LSC tonight.

And out with a bang it did go. Actually with a sound more like rushing water..

Here are the pirate-ninja-elf-dwarf graph, the ninja/pirate classifier/fighter, and and analysis of the benefits of Pirates vs. Ninjas.

I guess I've been sort of distracted recently.

I have a room (and have had all weekend), and I'm in the process of moving stuff into it so we can decompress the living room. More on other stuff later.

How a brief flash of optimism can be almost entirely crushed by a little bit of pessimism and and too much reality.

... but I should be able to move into my room this weekend, finally. So life goes on.