Undusting
Guess what I got bullied into finally using?
This quote serves as an epigraph for one of my favorite books of all time:
“I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust.”
–H.D. Thoreau
The furniture of my mind is all undusted still. I do not have any pieces of limestone on my desk to throw out the window (more’s the pity), but I do have all these little snippets and notes and links and other internet lint cluttering up my life. This post is the blogging equivalent of hurling chunks of dusty limestone out the window. Apologies in advance.
Titles I am considering stealing from their originators when I erase this blog and start again from scratch:
- i chuckle too here alone at home
- irony to choke on
- I will grind you under my heel
- Without going into too much detail right now, I suggest you do not travel through Europe in a cowboy hat, no matter how cool you think you are
You may have a problem if you have four windows open but still find yourself going into your Firefox preferences to change the maximum number of tabs per window to 48. FYI.
Merlin Mann introduces us to the rathole, a fantastically useful new word for a concept all too familiar:
“…a conversation or process that has deviated from its original productive purpose into a generally unproductive but long and winding detour that eventually comes to a dead end.”
There’s even a jingle.
“if everyone on the Internet jumped off a bridge, I would probably do that too.” And apparently everyone on the internet has done just that. (See also Copy-editing humor.)
Alas, recent Google Search String Follies has lately been a barren and rocky place where my seed can find no purchase. I can offer no more than this pathetic handful of magic flying corn:
- The history what has happen to Earth surface ?
- anything less than the best is a felony
- 3 things that could happen to water when they fall in earth surface
- 2″ dancing monkey pictures
- fat tiny brain omelettes
To atone for the lameness of this, I urge you to take five minutes to look at the funniest thing I’ve read in a while: conversations as imagined by kids.
There was some actually useful stuff I meant to mention, but now it’s too late.
This post brings back memories. I had to swallow 2 bottles of this fine medicinal brew prior to one of those age-defining operations. Seems your brain must have been injected with the same stuff as the purge cleaned you right out.
Now, the new garbage can start settling into those caverns between the synapses.
Comment by DarkoV — Thursday 10 May 07 @ 16.15 MDT+2.00
Hey, watch it! Just because we’re standing outside your house, looking through your windows, doesn’t mean you can just chuck limestone at us without warning.
Somewhat embarrassingly, I recognize where that cat picture is from. I can’t remember how I found the Meme Cats site a few weeks ago, but I killed a quarter hour looking through them. That hacker/sms speak loses its “funny” pretty quick. If you only look at two I suggest these two. (I had them saved in an email that I sent to a friend.)
Comment by Erik R. — Friday 11 May 07 @ 11.03 MDT+2.00
Oh, sweet fancy Moses, I saw that LOLCAT just this afternoon. I do not like this development.
Re: The Firefox Warning (and there’s a Gene Hackman vehicle waiting to happen), yeah, the danger signs proliferate. Surely I told you about interdream access?
Comment by Elsa — Friday 11 May 07 @ 20.53 MDT+2.00