BLOGGING BUDDIES
Mom-A-Tron home for Christmas
Sometimes the holidays are just too much fun and sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes, the holidays are so much fun they turn into not so much fun. Not so much fun as in puke. Mom-A-Tron ran into the not so much fun on the holidays, including poop, puke and shame (?). Her Hubster, ever loving, flips her off for the camera.
Still Dreaming Mike?
I suppose staying under the magic red fluffy blanket gives one the opportunity, but MCARP is still dreaming. I’m not too much on dreams, but I found this online dream interpretation site for him to try out. Maybe it’ll help him out with that whole stalking thing and also with the new Ben and Jerry’s flavor MCARP’s promoting: Chunky Bhuddist. I’m thinking that Chunky Monkey remains the more popular, but maybe that’s just me.
I keep reading one particular political blog more than all the others and it’s Talking Points Memo, led by Josh Marshall. I think he “gets” web journalism about as well as anyone these days and his reporting is top flight and left wing. Here’s something he does that I like: he digests the day’s political news into 100 seconds:
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BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT'S WHY!!!
One of my main tasks the past couple of days has been to work on technology because computers, the web and my phone are a major part of the structure of my plans for practicing law (and everything else) this coming year. As you’ve already seen, I’m adding bells and whistles and a new format to my blog, but I’m doing some other stuff as well. I updated a couple hundred phone and email contacts and got them to be identical on my laptop and phone. I’ll work on the desktop when I get back to my office.
There’s also the calendar and “to do” lists on all three devices (and their particular interface with the web in some cases). Ultimate in Stillwater convinced me to use several of the Google utilities. This isn’t my favorite thing to do, but I’m happy that I’ve shown some self discipline and just hauled off and got it done during this “down time” of the holidays.
Next up is some other tech stuff at work, like billing and taxes, but I don’t even want to think about that.
A cool cat with blue eyes. Call him Sinatra
Sinatra says: The truth is that he sits in his studio in front of his laptop so he can let me in and out of the window and all the rest is just blah blah blah.
Hey! Genius! How many times do I have to tell you FANCY FEAST and not that crap you tried over the weekend. I have to sleep with the Lame-o to keep him out of trouble and you idiots actually take the time to read what he writes?
No wonder cats rule the world.
AN INVITATION
Worst Ever
Last, but not least, there will be an Inaugural Ballz celebration at my house on Jan. 17, the Saturday before Obama is sworn into office. It’s BYOB since I don’t drink, but there will be food, poker playing and a finale you won’t want to miss — the burning in effigy of the current Worst. President. Ever. Before that, we’re going to throw shoes and shoot BBs at the life-sized image I’ve had ever since Oz scared the hell out of me one April Fool’s Day a couple years back. I may take a shot or two with the BB gun at Oz now that I think of it, but likely not. Think 7:30-ish and you can come and go as you please.
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