bio: November 2006 Archives

Shoppers, shoppers, burning bright
In the stores while it's still night,
What immortal want or need
Could spur this desperate show of greed?

Not a lot of clever coming across the television yesterday, with the single exception of the Ebay commercial reminding everyone that today is "National Sleep-In Day."

In other news, I've shut down trackbacks on the site, thanks to the concerted nuisance of our friendly sp4mm3rs, who have been plugging up my site with hung processes. Thanks, fellas, for making blogspace that much less friendly.

Happy Thanksgiven. That's all.

I don't have a great deal to add to yesterday's good wishes for the holiday today, although I would note that it's rare for me to be awake in time to see the beginning of the Macy's Parade coverage. I'm pretty sure that this is just a function of my jadedness, but I definitely don't remember the extent to which said coverage was infused with network promotion.

I mean, yeah, the Today show folks always do the NBC version, etc., but geez. Less than 15 minutes into the coverage, and we're meeting cast members from Heroes, and Al Roker demonstrates how difficult it is to remember the 6-word tag line from the show. Ah well. I'm sure that it was the same when I was growing up, only I wasn't cynical enough to notice.

May your own holiday be relatively free of corporate sponsorship. Check ya tomorrow.

Like it was yesterday, you remember my pseudo-move? The one where I had to move out of my apartment so that I could move back into it a month later?

Well, as it turns out, I had taken some shirts and sweaters to the cleaners, and not picked them up--no sense picking them up and giving myself even more to pack up, right? I forgot, however, that I did it, and I lost whatever ticket/receipt existed to remind me. Last week, the cleaners called me to let me know that my May 2005 (!?!?!) order was ready for pick-up.

So I got a bunch of shirts and a couple of sweaters yesterday. It was just like going shopping for clothes, except cheaper and except that I had to pay for clothes that were already technically mine. As someone told me, it was like breaking out the winter coat and finding a twenty in the pocket.

Oh, and as I was going back into my archives looking for the pseudo-move entry, I came across my favorite Photoshop job of all time, the Spuriosity. It still makes me laugh. And it occurs to me, if things get slow blog-wise around here that, instead of posting the results of my Google Image Searches, I could go back and nominate some Post-of-the-Month candidates from the archives. That might be kind of fun, in fact.

That is all.

I've been a little under the weather lately, as my sinuses are all but ruled by certain segments of the meteorological. So today, suffering only from a low-ebb headache, I took its edge off, and engaged in a little rebooting. Despite complaining about not having time to read yesterday, I made some time today to make a start on Marisha Pessl's Special Topics in Calamity Physics. And despite having a pile of stuff that needs whittling away, I took a nap in the afternoon.

Whenever I say that, my reflex is to add that afternoon naps help me make better use of the hours between about 10 pm and 3 am, hours which find me working probably 6 days out of every 7. I don't sleep more or work less than anyone else--I just distribute the hours differently from most.

Defensiveness is actually something of a good sign--takes energy for me to feel defensive (as opposed to indifferent). So maybe I'm turning the corner on this sinus stuff that's basically taken over my week.

That's a welcome bit of news.

Yeah, I know that this amounts to a blog entry about not blogging, but I have little to say tonight. We're currently enduring weather limbo, that stretch where the temperature swings wildly, sometimes as much as 40-50 degrees in the space of a day or two, and the pressure does as well.

What does this do for me? It turns my head into a rampaging ball of sinuses, makes it difficult to breathe, makes it difficult to sleep, and makes it difficult to think, much less write. So that was my day today, most of yesterday, and probably for another a day or two yet, unless the weather levels out a bit. And there's no telling.

In any other month, today would be a day I'd have just let pass by with commemoration. That's all.