So we did our thing for Halloween last night (or Hallowe’en if you want to be pedantic in an enormously stupid way, because who makes a contraction like that anyway?) and I have to tell you, we won’t ever stop doing this. I’m referring to All Hallow’s Read (or is it A’allo’ead?)
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Odd memories, part 28
It’s been slow in regards to nature photography and I’ve been embroiled in other projects, to the detriment of the blog. So I’m digging out an old draft that I almost-completed years ago to fill in a little, until I get some ‘proper’ content going. I should something more topical shortly.
I couldn’t even tell you what brought this one to mind the other day [heh!],
You’re on it
I shouldn’t need to tell you by now that tomorrow is National Grouch Day, and I fully expect you to be on your worst behavior but know you won’t anyway, you’ll disappoint me yet again. Yes, the day when we trod on the feet
I am the Al content generator
While typing up the previous post, I received an e-mail from my website host regarding the new services that they had to offer, but I didn’t let it distract me. Once posted, however, I took a quick look at it to see if there was anything of interest.
Disturbingly, three of the four new services featured Artificial-Intelligence-generated content: AI Website Builder, AI Domain
Never before seen
I think, anyway, unless you’re one of a handful of close friends that I sent this too. But I can find no evidence that I ever posted this before.
This comes from eleven years ago, when I would turn over rocks to see what could be found beneath. It’s not like I’ve outgrown such behavior now, it’s just that there are few rocks in the immediate area. But this
Dittyday 9: Love Is a Battlefield
I have to admit, I often have to look up the exact capitalization of titles because I don’t understand the rules, and I don’t pretend to know why “Is” is capitalized here, but so be it. I think damn near everybody knows this song, one of the biggest hits for Pat Benatar and never deep into any eighties station’s lineup, but I’m going to urge you to listen very
Planning produces failure
Oh yes, oh yes, another holiday has come around, and hopefully you are totally unprepared for this one, because it’s Fuck Foresight Day, the day when we discover (hopefully, except, well, you know what I mean) that we didn’t think about consequences when we should’ve. If you’re on top of things running behind like you should be, you have no plans
You know I’m good for it
Two follow-ups for this post, both of which I came across early this morning. The first is frivolous yet still formed this trivial frustration to me for, um, a while. I mentioned in a previous post that there was this distinctive theme music to Mutual
Smokin’
So, at ten PM I realized that I had that last post to put up, and ten older posts to correct in the database (mostly page break stuff,) with commensurate corrections to the text files of each post that I maintain, and the database to download as a backup and archive, and check all six e-mail accounts through the webmail interface for things going into spam that shouldn’t have, all before my
Four years now
Yep, four years ago today, at roughly this very time, we cleverly captured The Monster and brought her home.
Though, thinking about it, it might not have been so clever – it was far too easy, so she might have known exactly what she was doing. After all, there were absolutely