Monthly Archives: March 2009

The all-seeing, all-remembering Google

I don’t even live in the 20th Con­gres­sional dis­trict here in NY, but I live near enough that I’m bom­barded with ads for the spe­cial elec­tion any­way. The cam­paign has gone almost com­i­cally neg­a­tive, and I’m very happy that it will be over today.
The prob­lem, though, is Google. I clicked on one–ONE!–banner ad served by Google

Tweet!

I hate the name, but love the con­tent. TruTV (used to be CourtTV…I think?) has a Twit­ter feed now. Love it. True crime, dumb crim­i­nals, car chases, and the like are a guilty plea­sure of mine.
Requires much less atten­tion span than a Web site, which is good because I have none.

Last of the tax-powered trains

My Dad is back, and com­ment­ing on the high speed rail pro­posal and the cur­rent state of Amtrak. He took a train from Albany to Syra­cuse after bring­ing my new car to me, and loved it. Mostly because he had more or less a pri­vate train car.

Test ride, year 2

This is my super awe­some bike. I use it to travel to super awe­some des­ti­na­tions within the city…at least when it isn’t a sig­nif­i­cant risk to my life to do so.

It spent the win­ter chained to the fire escape in the back of the house, mak­ing me wish that I had a garage or a

One reason to not hate spring

Road bikes don’t get much love any­more. Unless I go to a spe­cialty shop, all I can find are shelves of moun­tain bike parts and tires. Which are great if that’s what you’re into, but I I need to fig­ure out how to get my road bike into my car with­out a rack so I

Greatly exaggerated

I love read­ing about inves­ti­ga­tions of faked deaths on the Inter­net.
I love it more when the inves­ti­ga­tion proves that the dead per­son is alive, well, and a manip­u­la­tive filthy liar.

I’ll probably never get married, but I still need some damn dish towels.

It’s funny to read an inter­view in a blog I’ve been read­ing for a while, and see one of those actual “expert” peo­ple say some­thing that I’ve been say­ing for years. Mostly as I put together my own house­hold goods from fam­ily gifts and hand-me-downs, thrift and dis­count stores, yard sales, and Freecy­cle.
Jaclyn: I sug­gest

Absolutely!

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Are we ready?

I don’t think I am.

I just needed an excuse to watch and then post this.

It’s not easy being cute, you know.

I love my pets. I love pho­tos of my pets. I hate tak­ing pho­tos of my pets.
For an exam­ple of what it takes to pho­to­graph a ham­ster, here I am try­ing to get a new pic­ture of Zach, with him posed on top of my head. Zach is a hand­some devil, but also very hyper­ac­tive. I