1) So the upgrades aren't done. June 1st is the new magic date.
2) Today I kicked around changing my name to "Lois Common Denominator". It was just that kind of day.
Once again I'm on the other end of a busy week, and once again I'm squeezing a few more hours of productivity out of my weekend, and once again those hours are wee.
I spent most of this weekend working on 525 Reasons to Dump Bush, the site I maintain with my pal Rhonda. Its one-year anniversary is on Wednesday, and that seems like a good day to introduce some long-overdue upgrades, like category archives and links to other sites (there are a lot of good ones, but lately we are madly in love with Wonkette, and only appropriately jealous of the fact that she gets paid to blog, which is to say very, very, very jealous).
Yipes, that was a baroque sentence. Must be the 3:00 a.m.ness. Or possibly Dickens overload.
Adding category archives isn't particularly difficult, but we've only been saving categories with the entries for the last couple of months, so we get to go back and tag some three hundred posts. And then of course I can't just slap on a text hyperlink that says, for example, "Bullying and Arrogance" - I must make something fancy like this:
or this:
or this:
Ooh, the preview has been sneaked. Snuck. Snikt. Whatever.
Well, almost no change - it's 3:00 a.m. on Monday rather than 2:45. Also, instead of whining about short weekends, I will reminisce about S's birthday:
S's birthday was last Monday, and was appropriately celebrated with presents and tasty treats. Among the presents was a Freud finger puppet, a gift from D. Freud presided over our table at Zoe, and was recognized by our server, who announced she owned the Nietzsche puppet from the same series, and also that everything on the wine list was half price.
"So God is dead, but the wine is half price."
"If God were here, we wouldn't have to pay for wine at all."
Later, someone was declared to be "one bond short of covalent", and even though we acknowledged that didn't make any sense, it was still fun to say. In retrospect I think it should have been "one electron short of a covalent bond", but the only chemistry we were really alert to at the time was fermentation.
Which probably also explains why the phrase "Be a man - eat the olive" was such an effective taunt.
My sleep schedule has been thrown out of whack by two badly placed naps over the weekend, so here it is 2:45 a.m. on Monday and I'm just starting to wind down. In less than six hours I'll be up and on my way to a cubicle. Hurrah.
Why do the weekends feel so short lately?
I came home and found three flies buzzing around my apartment, and while I did not strike all of them at a blow, I did get them in three concurrent blows.
I used a rolled up New Yorker, but not once did I shout, "Ha! I smite thee with a mighty sword of John Updike's bittersweet musings on being an old white guy!"
Well, okay, maybe once.