Category: The Married Years

Of bloggers and codes

OK, I’ll bite:

B9 d++ t++ k s+ f i o+ x+ e++ l c-

But does it cause problems fro this code that I refuse to use the term “blog”? This is only partially due to the fact that it sounds like something I might cough up on a Sunday morning when I’ve been out drinking and smoking too much the night before…

“Dude, you’re spittin’ big ol’ chunky blogs all over the floor.”

Awww, I remember when I used to be able to drink…

Anyway, I’m gone to Fresno for the next few days, so don’t expect updates or email. I haven’t seen Mark since New Year’s Day. Needless to say, I’m rather anxious. I may even get to fondle his sexy new toy…

Update

Y’know, I really should proofread once in a while. The earlier entry is now slightly edited so that it actually demonstrates a little bit of sentence structure. And makes some sense…

As of tonight, all the domains seem to have transferred successfully and email may be back to normal. I’ve even given Planet SOMA a very mild (almost imperceptibly so) facelift. The headlines which took so long to load have now been banished to an internal page and the counter (it was so, like, 1996, plus I couldn’t get it to add my total from the old server) is gone. The slightly ugly front page is temporary…

Looking forward to sleeping a whole lot tonight, and looking forward even more to the weekend. You have no idea how much I’m looking forward to the weekend…

I know it’s an easy target, but there’s still not much which is more funny than the “Pop-up Video” treatment of a Backstreet Boys ballad…

Geeky Weekend

If nothing else, it was a rather geeky weekend. I’m in the middle of transferring the last of my domains over to Pair; Planet SOMA should arrive there in 24-48 hours, and I’ll be through with Verio for good. I will be happy…

I’ve also transferred the contact forms on all the sites (as they all lived at Planet SOMA), fidgeted with the SSI (sometimes successfully and sometimes not), and made other tiny changes to my assorted Apache configuration files to clean up the mess that my hosting had become over the past year. If you run into anything strange, please let me know…

Other than the above, my weekend involved burgers at the Bullshead, getting pissed off that no store I went to had the TV I wanted in stock (although every one had it on display and Sears even had about ten of them on the floor), and the consumption of multiple doughnuts…

And yeah, I miss you too…

Better

I’m pleased to announce that, as of tonight, my mild stomach distress is all gone and everything’s solid as a rock. You may read that last statement as a metaphor or as too much information, at your sole discretion…

And I’m sorry not everyone can say the same…

Speaking of sorry, I’m very sorry to have purchased a Chronicle today and noticed that Zippy is no longer there. At the rate it’s going, the Incredible Shrinking Chron will soon be even smaller and more pointless than the Examiner, which ain’t easy…

Adios 2001

With the exception of a major positive near the end of the year, 2001 pretty much sucked and I’m glad to see the back of it. It’s hard to be sentimental about a year where one of your oldest friends dies, you spend time in the hospital with heart problems, your country is attacked by terrorists, and Bravo replaces “St. Elsewhere” reruns with “Thirtysomething” reruns…

That’s not to say the whole year was all bad. I met some great people (notably Becky, PJ, Sparky, Juan Felipe, and the aforementioned Mark), went some great places (the road trip from hell, Fresno, and more), and actually got things accomplished. I put together a lot of websites, one of my own had a record traffic day, and I somehow managed to support myself…

But what a great end to the year, depsite the fact that I was sort of sick, Mark was sicker still, and even Rick was sick for a while. I had great visitors, great food (which may explain the rash of stomach-related illnesses), great snogging, and I even found a used copy of “Willie Wonka” on DVD…

As I move into 2002, my ticker’s still a little problematic, I’m planning to quit smoking by the end of the month, I’m pondering how to support myself this year, and I’m entering a bit of uncharted territory in my personal life. And I’m pretty excited about all of it…

Happy New Year, and thanks to everyone who’s hung around thus far…

Randomly Thursday After Christmas

Duncan and Rick are apparently in Oakland, it’s cold and rainy, I don’t have to be at work until Wednesday, Mark doesn’t arrive until tomorrow, and I actually have a few minutes to catch up, if not to answer that snowballing pile of email…

I’ll let yesterday’s big pile of pictures speak for themselves about the past week, except to add a few more notes:

  • Agreed. No more three-week absences.

  • Not Another Teen Movie is actually kind of funny.
  • An evening with The Sleepover Disaster is an entertaining evening indeed.
  • So is a nice evening by the Christmas tree.
  • Semi-lethargic snowball fights can be fun too, especially in the middle of long, stimulating drives through nowhere.
  • I make a mean squash and sausage casserole (recipe upon request), Duncan makes a mean macaroni and cheese, and Hormel makes a mean loin of pork.
  • Friends from North Carolina are among the best friends to watch Cops with.
  • Is it just me, or is the used stuff at Amoeba Records in Upper Haight really expensive?

I make no promises about more (or better) updates over the next couple of days, but I assure you that the cynicism, wry comments, and links to Zippy the Pinhead which you’ve come to expect in this space will return after the first of the year, once I have time to concentrate again. And breathe…

Pretty Pictures

 

Tired and busy. No witty and insightful commentary. Just pictures from Christmas week:

 

The joys of Biola: beautiful boy and beautiful green Fabuloso. I’ve never seen this color before…

 

A tree grows in Sanger…

 

Signs, signs, everywhere signs…

 

The stockings were hung by the AC with care…

 

Mark’s Cock…

 

Duncan and Rick arrived on Monday. We pretended we were Jewish and had Chinese food on Christmas Eve…

 

Then we ate a lot more on Christmas Day…

 

We continued eating through at least two more pictures…

 

Afterward, we visited the bay…

It was cold…

 

And dark…

 

Christmas Eve

Christmas greetings all around…

Details about an amazing and wonderful pre-Christmas weekend with Mark will be coming soon. Also, Duncan and Rick are here, and I have a gang coming for lunch tomorrow. Right now, I’m gonna sleep…

It seems unlikely that Santa will be dropping by with an iBook or even an iPod, but I can dream, can’t I? Either way, I’m pretty well happy and contented this Christmas anyhow…

I’m as Giddy as a Drunken Scrooge

Have you ever found yourself in one of those distrurbingly contented moods where you’re driving up Highway 99 at 85MPH, just sort of grinning this stupid grin and giddily singing along to the most insipid 1980s pop songs imaginable as they play on some Central Valley radio station?

I have. Thanks, by the way…