That moment when you change “unpack” on your todo list to “pack,” because you missed your opportunity to unpack.
In the years leading up to the Civil War, the southerners who supported slavery were convinced they were morally right. They sincerely believed that slavery was a positive institution, good for whites and the enslaved blacks, and that people who opposed slavery were morally depraved fools and villains.
20th Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a soap opera. “She was pregnant and in a coma. And then her husband started cheating on her. With her sister. And then she woke up from the coma. And she had amnesia. And her husband fell in love with her again and she fell in love with him but she thought he was her sister’s boyfriend, and…. ”
21st Century: You walk in on a conversation between two people, not realizing they’re talking about a video game: “They dropped me off on a battlefield without any training and said they didn’t expect me to live…. ”
I figured it out around when they started talking about alien zombie artificial intelligences.
Woman on line ahead of me at the boarding gate was bound for Baltimore. Problem for her: This plane is going to Las Vegas.
I’m pretty sure.
David Winer wants his old blog back. So do I.
Or, rather, I want the style of blogging Dave describes to come back. Posts can have titles or not. They can just be links and nothing else. They can be as long and short as you want.
But that’s not the thing I really miss. The thing I really miss is having just one place where everyone who wants to find my stuff can find my stuff. I don’t want to have to choose between, on the one hand, spreading my stuff on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Google+, and on the other hand, missing out on connecting with people. And I want to have that one place be a place that’s owned by me.
A friend urges me to just post here, to my WordPress blog, and use automated tools to publicize to other platforms. But that seems inconvenient to my friends on those other platforms. Like a bit of a jerk move. Also, for professional reasons, it helps me to have a presence on multiple platforms. And there are other problems with the just-post-to-Wordpress-and-syndicate-everywhere method.
On the other hand, posting to multiple places can be a pain in the ass.
Because there is no good solution to this problem, I’m just sticking with the least-bad option, which is continuing to post to four places. Eventually, a solution will present itself.
For breakfast this morning, I microwaved myself a Weight Watchers Smart Ones Chicken Margherita. I brought it to my desk to eat at the computer. And I knocked the food off the desk before I’d had a single bite. It hit the floor squarely face down on the carpet next to my desk.
The entire serving of chicken, pasta, and red sauce was now in a pile on my carpet.
No five second rule here.
Well, crap.I was really hungry too.
I picked up what I could pick up with paper towels, leaving about 7% of the meal still on the floor. The residue was a few stray chunks of pasta and about two teaspoons of red sauce soaking into the carpet. 93% of it went into the garbage in my office. It’s a little trash bin, about two feet high. This detail is important. Remember it.
I looked at the remaining chunks of pasta and the red sauce soaking into the carpet and thought how that would be a pain to clean up. And I went into the kitchen and looked at the ingredients listed on the Weight Watchers meal. Yes, it did have onions and garlic, but those were the eighth and ninth ingredient or so. A very small amount.
So I brought Minnie into my office and let her go to it on the rug. And that spot of the rug is now nice and clean. Well, it’s no nastier than the rest of the carpet in the vicinity of my desk.
A few minutes later, I looked in the backyard and Minnie was contentedly lying on the grass with paper towels strewn around her. These were the paper towels I’d used to clean up 93% of the Weight Watchers chicken and pasta.
So now she’d eaten all of that. I didn’t mean to let her have THAT much of it.
She showed no ill effects, and she was due to go to the vet anyway today, for a checkup and routine shots. I brought her in as planned, and discussed Minnie’s breakfast with the vet. The vet said if Minnie had no ill effects by then, she would likely show none at all. Which is what I figured.
The vet said Minnie might have diarrhea. Which is not my problem, because after the vet I dropped Minnie off at Camp Bow Wow for a few days. I’m going out of town; we’re still having bathroom work done, and it’s too much for Julie alone to juggle Minnie, three cats, and the contractors without me around. So Minnie goes into boarding when I’m out of town during renovations.
And that’s been our day so far. How is yours?
Poor Minnie. No matter what position she twists herself into, she’s still in the vet’s waiting room. No amount of sitting, standing, lying down, and curling up will transport her home.