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…
Jeez, it’s been a hectic (but entertaining) couple of days. Update forthcoming tomorrow night. No telling what it might contain…
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…
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.
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…
Cool. Why write when I can just link?
And, if you need taunts while I’m on vacation for the next few days, Dan has some to spare. You might get soup too. Or sex. ‘Tis the season, after all…
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…
NBC has now moved its affiliation from KRON to KNTV and, despite the hype from the newspapers and the stations involved, the world has not suddenly come to an end. As a matter of fact, I suspect that few people’s lives have been impacted in any meaningful way…
But it was sort of cute watching the countdown last night as Jay Leno started. I imagine that the studio audience in Burbank (where they get neither station) could barely conceal its enthusiasm…
At least some things never change for long: starting next week, we’re back to three Simpsons reruns a day on KBHK…
How’s this for a creepy New Year’s Eve: Rick and my dad BOTH got hernias on New Year’s Eve and BOTH went to the emergency room in the middle of the night. Makes a little stomach distress at my house seem pretty tame by comparison…
Anyway, more Christmas pictures here and here. In case you missed ’em, mine are here and here…
Say you’re doing a web search looking for some information. In the course of this research, you find a cached copy on Google of a published article from a recently-demised business weekly. The author of said article (a college professor, professional writer, and former Libertarian gubernatorial candidate in a certain southern state) might very arguably have plagiarized your work, quoting some passages almost verbatim and all without attribution.
How exactly do you express your displeasure to this individual? He was presumably compensated for his “work” and, given his profession, should presumably “know better”. Is it worth seeking him out, if only to let him know what an asshole he is?
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…