…is cool. Devin’s mom mentioned the lunar eclipse, so we both went outside to see it. I tried to capture it on camera, but my digital is limited in its capabilities. I didn’t get a good picture. We’ll see if the film camera did the job when I develop the film.
Archive for the ‘Musings’ Category
I was reviewing a few of the spam comments that Akismet caught but insisted that I read before discarding. Here are three:
“David”, from IP address sixty-six dot seventy-nine dot one sixty-three dot one eighty-seven wrote -
I like your stuff, even though i came here by accident!
“Eric”, from IP address seventy-two dot two fourty-nine dot thirt-two dot one eighty-four wrote -
To all the uninitiated out there - read this and take heed. This is good stuff. Thanks….
“Jessica” from IP address sixty-six dot seventy-nine dot one sixty-three dot one seventy-nine (David’s next door neighbor?) wrote -
I came here by accident, but like it
Its so nice to know that you’re appreciated! Thanks, random robots! I feel much better knowing that my writing is feeding your souls. Its been fun, but scram, now.
I have to agree with Eric, though.
[photopress:cutecalebinbed.JPG,thumb,pp_image]So, the weather network is decrying bad things, like a 30cm snow/ice-fall warning. What wacky weather we’ve had this month. Its bee -30°C and +10°C. Today was -26°C and tomorrow is supposed to be around 0C. But, tonight, its supposed to start snowing and not stop.
Will schools be canceled? I’m taking bets (not for money). I’m saying no for now. I’ll update at 5-6am
Actually, its http://www.whereswilly.com. From the site: “Do you ever wonder where that paper money in your pocket has been, or where it will go next? This is the place to find out.”
I got a $20 bill out of the ATM (to pay a bill with - boo!) that had this URL on it, so I checked it out. There’s a companion site, http://wheresgeorge.com, which may have been created first. Its a neat concept. I’ve registered so that I can get updates as to where this bill has gone to after it parts ways with me. We’ll see if it sits in a vault, like it apparently has before I got it. Who knows which internet savvy person will notice the message on the bill next!
Have a happy one, at that! I hope that everyone is well or gets well. I hope that everyone learns something that will change their life for the better. I hope that good things happen to everyone on a frequent basis!
Now that it is 2008, its time to get it on! We’re going to start our new year with a short trip to Nova Scotia. Hopefully it will all go well and everyone will will be happy and physically well.
Of course, according to previous rules (which I will not disclose because they’re super secret!), its not “next year” until I sleep. 
I know that the timestamp says “9:06pm” but its in Texas time, where my server is located. Its really 12:08 now here. After consideration, I got off my lazy ass and changed the offset to GMT-4, so its my time now.
Its snowing outside right now. The flakes are quite large and fluffy and its coming down reasonably heavily. The snowfall is heavy enough that its altering the “color” of the air to a mist-like whiteness. Its blanketing everything in its path in its generic whiteness. It dampens sounds and one feels like they are being separated from the rest of the world by the snow’s insulative isolation.
I’ve noticed that even on busy week days, snow like this will still create this feeling. The isolation does not induce loneliness, though. Its more of a protective coating that sheilds one from the normal hustle and bustle of the human world. On a weekend like this day, though, most activity slows down and only those who really have to get out of their homes venture to do so.
So, why is it that the potential real isolation of a heavy snowfall brings comfort instead of fear? Is it because we equate fluffy snowflakes with fuzzy soft toys or pets? Is it because it forces us to slow down? Is it because snowfall deadens the sharp sounds, dulling reality? Or, is it something more metaphysical in that its covering up of the dirty ground causes a latent triggering of some primitive inner cathartic mechanism that we don’t normally have access to? Why does a blanket of snow feel like a fresh start?
T-t-t-t-t-oo b-b-bad its so c-c-cold!
At least the wind’s not blowing.
