Wednesday, April 27, 2005
No point, really...
...but, well look, nobody likes to be lied to. But I find it infinitely more irksome to be lied to badly. Make an effort, people.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
This just in: inline skating is harder than it looks. I'll be sure to update everyone on my (no doubt) extensive array of scrapes, welts, and bruises as they occur.
And, as things settle down around here, I'm expecting to return to some knd of semi-regular posting shortly. Right now I'm contemplating this link, sent to me by Old Whig, from a blogger who wants to post essays about famous libertarians. I expressed some enthusiasm for the idea, and then I realized something: I don't know a damn thing about it.
Google, here I come. In the meantime, kindly follow the link and let me know if you can read the text. It's coming up as some kind of absurd black-on-almost-black color scheme for me. Al must have read it, though.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Hardest-working blogger around. Not.
New city, new apartment, new job, you understand.
Have you ever noticed that whenever you move to a new place, you inevitably wind up buying a bunch of stuff for it? I'd have thought that the stuff I used in my old apartment would suffice for this one. Nope. New clothes aside (I knew I'd need those), I'm spending a ton of money.
Really only seems that way, but still.
Eventually there will be additional furniture, but that can wait. Now [that all the other stuff is out of the way] all I need is more dishes. Being a single guy, I don't have more dishes than I need for my personal use. However my new apt has a feature that my old one lacked: a dishwasher. This diabolical device is obliging me to purchase additional dishes merely to have enough to fill it up; inefficient to run the thing for one plate, a couple bowls, and some odd silverware. Of course there's a bright side - it's not inconceivable (shaddap) that I'll have people over, and I'll have enough to accommodate them.
Notwithstanding, I've discovered a loophole in my dishwasher's scheme. I'm washing by hand and putting them in there to dry. Marvel at my ingenuity. And don't say anything. It might hear you.
PS: According to Al at Old Whig, both Liberty Bob and Iowahawk are my new neighbors. I'll have to give them a ring.
[Iowahawk lives in Iowa? Who'd've guessed?]