Weekend Update

Somehow, even though the amount of attention I have paid to this blog over the years would, were it a child and I a parent, have sent me to jail for abandonment, I have made over 200 posts. Somehow.  I know this because I am going through each and every one, repairing links and slapping one of these new-fangled category thingamabobs on ’em. Even nuked a couple of them because they were only there to present YouTube clips, and the forces of Satan had long since removed said clip.

Today was the first paycheck in some time that was not promised in its entirety to the mortgage company; it was instead  delivered kicking and screaming into the gaping maw of Verizon, in the hopes of getting my Internet service back before the long weekend. Of course, Things Do Not Work That Way, so it will be Tuesday at the earliest before I can do anything like, you know, blog from the comfort of my home.

Oh yeah, says the reader who has been with us for a while, like that’s going to happen. Well, it could! You big meanies!

This means, at least, I’ll have more enforced reading time, which is a good thing. In all this reviewing and tweaking I’ve run across my original post in which I thought it was a good idea to finally read the entire run of Cerebus, since that sneaky Dave Sim had finished its 300 issue run while I wasn’t looking. I’ve been muttering about that 140 characters at a time on Twitter, but that of course is the sort of thing which fills reams of digital paper and drives people crazy who come here to hear me snark about bad movies .

Speaking of which: we finally have another bad movie night coming up this Sunday. I’ll be livetweeting occasionally, so follow me and avoid the rush. Of course, any plans to embloggen it Memorial Day have now been stunned with a hammer and dragged onto the kill floor, but it might still happen in the usual slow, torturous way.

First Bone CollectionNow that I’ve gotten the bad movie folks excited, back to comics. I’ve now read 200 of the 300 issues of Cerebus. Some went swimmingly, some of it was like hacking your way through gelatin with a paper machete. We’ll talk. But while I wait to be able to buy the last two books, I’ve set my wandering gaze in other directions, and am now reading the One Volume Edition of Jeff Smith’s Bone. I’d read… well, quite a bit of it in periodical form, before I had to give it up in one of my periodic belt-tightenings. Turns out I had gotten nearly to the halfway mark, and MAN, am I loving it.

The fact that the One Volume Edition could be used as a murder weapon is mere icing upon the cake. It will be finished over the weekend, and then I will be very, very sad.

Such is the power of good writing, and yes dammit, I am talking about a comic book.

Files are Migratory

I’ve migrated all the old Blogger files, which turned out to be painless… Until I started looking at the posts.

A little more experience would helped, I’m sure. But some of the YouTube embeds have just gone away. I’m coding them back in by hand, but this is a long process.

So don’t read back too far, ‘kay?

LATER: And I should also note that I wrote and submitted that entry on the Crackberry last night, but only found this morning that it hadn’t published. Yeah, I’d say I still have a few things to learn.

Playing catch-up

Yep. I’ve been gone a while. Come on. You’re used to that.

Like the new digs?

Okay, Okay. Here’s the gory details: It hasn’t been a great year. In one of my Tweets I mentioned the Lesson Learned was not to say things on New Years like, “This one’s got to be better. No way could it be worse than last year.”

Ha. Ha.

We’ll start off with my twelve year-old son falling during PE and cracking his head on concrete, resulting in a severe brain concussion, two trips to the emergency room (sometimes symptoms wait a few days to show up) and multiple CAT scans, all without the benefit of health insurance.

Nope, still haven’t been able to find much beyond my current part-time job. Even if we could afford private health insurance, at that time, we couldn’t have gotten it anyway, having pre-existing conditions. My wife has diabetes and high blood pressure. I’m an asthmatic.

Concurrent with that joy, a very nice police officer did his job and noticed my car’s inspection sticker had expired. Getting the old hoss fixed to get said sticker cost over a thousand bucks.

To get to the crux of the story: we wound up missing a mortgage payment, and found ourselves in that rapidly expanding club of folks whose houses were in danger of foreclosure.

That’s behind us now, and things are more stable, but in the meantime sacrifices had to be made. And of all the bills that were also howling for attention, there was one that represented something we could survive without: the phone and Internet.

The landline phone is quite the artifact now; my wife and I both have cell phones, and I have a smartphone from another job, so I wasn’t completely cut off from the offline world; I could also access it from work (for the half-day I’m there). The major impact, besides not being able to maintain a couple of Websites or read my webcomics while I ate lunch, was that I had gotten very, very used to having all sorts of information at my fingertips, at a moment’s notice. That’s the sort of thing that makes writing very easy.  Wait a minute – did anything like that ever happen? Hey, yeah it did! and What does a neutron bomb really do? I had a good reason for wondering that last one. Really, Mr. Federal Agent, and thank you for reading my blog.

Though I have to ask to ask where you were when my old Blogger account was getting overrun by comments in Chinese. I’d love to know what was going on there. My romantic side says they were communiques aiding some freedom-loving revolution, but more likely they were saying stuff like, “Hey! Who needs Viagra?”

I love my Crackberry, but the browser’s pretty pokey, and the screen is, well, small.  It’s time for my eye exam, and I keep taking off my glasses and holding the phone up to my face to read the tiny print. Nothing sadder than an old geek, is there? Following weblinks in Tweets was problematic at best.  The Crackberry is bloody wonderful as a field tool, but when not in the field…

I am optimistic that I’ll get broadband access back later this week. I’ve been fairly vocal on Twitter (probably much to the ire of my few followers), and wow, lookit that, WordPress allows me to blog from the Crackberry.  I’m too fond of listening to myself rattle on in print, so I doubt I’ll use that function TOO much – this entry is being typed at home, and I’ll sneakernet it to my work computer tomorrow morning  – but that is a heck of a thing.

I find that overall, I’m not enjoying the 21st century as much as I though I was going to – but there are parts of it that are pretty damn cool.

So this is WordPress

Yes, the peer pressure was starting to hurt my eardrums, Yes, the old, Blogger version is gone, the Comments being used for (I romantically assume) nefarious purposes by international provocateurs. Will I do any better at keeping this one updated? We’ll see.

I still have all the old blog entries in an .xml file. Maybe I’ll eventually figure out how to archive them here. We’ll see. I like new toys. That will help.