Not a lot to report this time. The update schedule on the website is settling itself with reasonable comfort into my normal routine, and the tweaks on the website itself are done.
Granted, the tweaks “completion” moment was the point I spat out, “Why does browser X make the site look one way, while browser Y makes it look entirely different? Fine, I’ll do it this way then and be done with it!”
But I’m told this is normal.
Some relationships start off lousy, some end up becoming lousy over time, but the real problems don’t start until the lousy starts to gel. There’s even a word for that.
Fame is a funny thing. For instance, you can have a successful and well received career in theater, but no matter how brilliantly you perform Shakespeare nor how many plays you perform in, you can be remembered for something entirely different just by firing one little gun.
(I’m sure I’ve read a thought similar to this before, but I can’t locate the source. If anybody can send it my way, I’d appreciate it.)
I’ve written a lot about being tired since the birth of my son. (Write what you know, and all that.) But even though things really have gotten better on that front lately, there are “tired days” still, of course. And even though today is one of those “tired days,” I had made the decision I was going to write about something else entirely today . . . I just needed a quick nap first since L. had (eventually) ceased his fussing about nap time and had gone to sleep.
But all that changed when I was later awakened by his announcement that nap time was over, and my first thought was to literally wonder if, judging by how zombie-like I felt upon awakening, if I had actually died in my sleep and just failed to notice . . .
Silence, and a candle for all those people in your life you were once close to and now . . . for one reason or another, you’re not anymore.
I personally feel the idea that someone’s sexual orientation also makes them inherently interesting is fallacious at best, and ridiculous at worst . . . but there sure are a lot of people out there who obviously disagree with me on that point, aren’t there?
(For the record, this is not a thought spawned by any recent event, but it’s certainly a thought I have had during more than one conversation in my life, I assure you.)
The truly good ones, like the truly kinky ones, never seem to believe they are for some reason.
(Write your own obvious joke/not-joke here.)
Money is a powerful aphrodisiac. But flowers work almost as well.
Money can be a powerful aphrodisiac, but consideration works better on the worthwhile ones. Money as an aphrodisiac still has its uses, of course. In small doses it’s a spice; in large doses it’s a warning sign.
– Robert Alan
Those who say “It never hurts to ask,” have clearly never propositioned a pretty girl in earshot of her jealous bruiser of a boyfriend.
Last night L. and his mother were playing a game with letters, specifically the letters “A” and “T.” At first this was simple enough as she put a “C” in front of those two letters and said the word “cat.” Then she removed the “C,” put a “B” in front of the letters and said “bat.” But then she removed the “B” and grabbed an “X.”
Never one to back down from a challenge, L’s mother promptly put the “X” in front of the “AT” and said the first word that came to her mind.
Fun fact: Some languages use the letter “X” to represent the “sh” sound.
Another fun fact: L’s mother knows the previous fact, but didn’t really think through about what word sound she would create by applying it here. (1)
Suffice it to say that I asked her to leave the letter “X” out of this particular letter game in the future.
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(1) And if you need a clue as to the word, I have included a clue in the post title
Candles & Curses 