By fits and starts, I’m trying to get SB back up and running.
Such as it is.
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But hey, at least now you can “Follow my blog with Bloglovin!” Right, now that that’s out of the way ….
Hi there. Remember me?
You know, your Great Leader of Snark.
Although I haven’t been writing much lately, I’ve been expressing myself creatively via other means. To wit, I’m learning Photoshop (well, OK, GIMP 2.8). I’m also a bit of a smartass. Turns out my daughter shares my bizarre sense of humor.
This, of course, should come to the surprise of exactly no one.
Now here’s a novel concept. I’m not spiritual or religious in any sense, yet I’m not the slightest bit offended if someone says “Merry Christmas” to me. Say what you want this time of year: “merry Christmas,” “happy holidays,” “bitchin’ Yule,” “have a moderately neato Festivus,” or even “try the quad burger over at Irv’s!” I don’t care.
OK, that last one may come across as a bit … odd.
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And so with that in mind, over the jump is a holiday poem I wrote a few years ago.
It’s been nearly a month since the last FCR. One would think I’d have plenty to write about today, but eh, not so much. Dredging the Internet for the awesome and the absurd hasn’t been a real high priority lately.
Still, there’s enough going on to warrant a 30th installment.
To answer Colin from yesterday’s post, yes, perhaps “algorithm twerking” is what I’m looking for.
And that’s a good a way as any to begin this week’s Friday Crap Roundup.
This has not been the best of weeks. Frankly I’m surprised I’ve produced as much as I have. The best I could manage today was a couple games of Civilization IV while running my Pandora.
Which is currently playing “Africa” by Toto of all things. How perfectly depressing.
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Huh. He kind of looks like a doggie version of Sneferu in that picture.
Novelist, scriptwriter and master yarn spinner Elmore Leonard died last week at age 87. He was working on his 47th book.
Meanwhile, I’m failing miserably trying to get to number two.
I never read him, but I came across some of his writing rules the other day. I like them, so I’m sharing them for my weekly writing clinic.
Yeah, I’m kind of phoning it in today.
Longtime readers know there are several running themes here at SB. They also know I’ve neglected most of them recently.
A clear case of art imitating life.
The short answer behind most of my inactivity is that being bipolar I constantly find myself with a long and unfulfilled task list, whether I like it or not (and I assure you, I most definitely don’t). Here are some specifics:
It’s Friday, and the
troglodytes regulars over at Reddit have discovered me!
Turns out Σ thinks posts about cars suck too.
A “spammer” eh? Damn. Imagine the reaming I’d get over there if I actually posted in the same category more than once a week.
Saturday evening, the close of a slow day during which I didn’t bother to put on pants.
Which is a lot like most days, unfortunately.
I’m playing old school Xbox. Djoser – who’s clearly at least as bored as I am – has decided to attack my feet from his base under the ottoman. Fortunately I’m wearing socks. Fun fact about me: I HATE being barefoot.
Then I remember, “Hey, I bought these guys a new cat toy yesterday!”