Blog heroes

I want to get this out, mostly because if I leave it it will just turn into another "putting it off for seven months" thing.

Somewhere on Penguin Pete's blog, I picked up the idea of "blog heroes". I don't remember where, and the last time I went looking this post stalled for months so the heck with that. The gist of it is that if you have some bloggers who you respect and pay attention to and want to emulate, you'll be a better blogger. Even if your blog is nothing like theirs.

At the moment, I have two. Coyote, who blogs at theacetheist, and good ol' Penguin Pete himself. Coyote is active but sporadic, while Pete closed his blog down a while ago, which is a pity.

Yes, That Too looks to be in danger of becoming another such hero. Not yet, but perhaps soon.

Four of us at work are some sort of GSRM type, counting me.  (Mostly S.  Well, everything I know says S, but with one person that's technically an inferrence, so mostly.)

I find it slightly funny, because it's this grocery store in rinkydink rural nowhere, where you stereotypically don't talk about this stuff.  There's like thirty or forty employees, and that's including the family in "family owned and opperated".  And yet there are four of us.  Just that I know of!

And yes, we're close enough liberal Ithaca that I think nothing of hopping on the bus for forty minutes each way to go to a concert or a meeting or do some shopping or whatever.  But we're not in Ithaca, and this town is very... republican.

Checkpoint!

My brother hit a new threshold on his relationship script the other night. He got engaged!

Politics later. (And they apply and I could talk about them. If I had to.) This is worth celebrating.

"I'm just reloading"

I'm not dead. I did, however, completely abandon blogging for a while. Long enough to trigger my contingiency.

I'm in the midst of re-conceptualizing what this blog is about. Bear with me.

Don't get your hopes up

If you're reading this, it means I haven't been by my blog for a full year. I find it extremely unlikely that I'd do such a thing, unless I was doing it on purpose, in which case I imagine I would have disabled this thing.

Given that's the case, I'd like you to assume that I haven't been able to do something about it. In fact, go ahead and assume I'm dead.

Unless the post right before this is about me going away for a while. Then you should yell at me for being such an idiot.

#3870 Cromulence

Two questions, closely related:

Is it cromulent to apologize for not knowing something; and

Is that a correct use of "cromulent"?

Mom said something which–to her–seemed completely innocuous to me when I came downstairs just now. She said, "You can bring whatever you're doing downstairs and just do it down here." Which really just shows kinda the misunderstanding going on.

As a general idea, that's a fine idea. But "what I was doing" was inextricably tied to the computer. A lot of what I do is, for better or for worse. And since the computer I use currently is a fixed-location type, that means I couldn't bring it down. Which I'm not terribly fond of either, I'd prefer more-mobile access, but it is what it is.

Which brings me in a roundabout way to paper, I guess. Paper's good as an artifact for consumption, as reading fiction (but not certain kinds of scholarly/intellectual-type work); and for certain kinds of reference; and at least some kinds of note-taking— I rather like editing with pen on paper, honestly. Not saying that it's efficient, but that's how things are. But paper's crummy for arguing, a halfway-decent internet discussion thread is much better, so long as the people involved aren't dicks— and if they are, the chance of a decent argument is right out no matter what. And paper's terrible for storage, as my recent experience with using both version-control and paper on the same writing project has shown me. Dear god is that a nightmare-in-waiting.

Now where did my point meander off to OH YE— no, wait, false alarm, I don't actually remember. Drat. Well, I guess this is just a drivel anyways. I dunno.