Don’t Know What I Want to Write Here…

This may be my last post of 2009, may it rest in peace. Or pieces, if you’ve seen that movie. I only saw the trailer, but in any case, what brought me here today and ultimately, to you, was this. Now, you can click that, or, I can tell you about it.

That’s right, follow someone, and someone else will donate a dollar. The attempt is to raise money for cancer research. Brilliant!!!

I wish I’d thought of that. Would’ve used it to raise money for my 168 Project, instead, I came up with this idea, which to date, hasn’t really worked. Maybe if I keep posting the link over and over here and elsewhere, some random search engine will pick it up, and I can continue yet another year of blatant self promotion….

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Oh, and Please Retweet if you’d be so kind 🙂

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Twitter is Down.

Well, not right now. I just thought that since it has been recently, that I’d write about it now, after all the hubbub. And, since it’s up, you’ll likely see this post as soon as Twitterfeed tweets it….

In any case, it’s my new definition of irony. Because put simply, if Twitter goes down, I’d want to tweet and tell all my friends, however, it’s down, so, I can’t.

Of course, there are other options available to let you and by extension, my followers/friends/fans, etc, whatever you call yourselves on the various social networks that you may or may not be following me on, as opposed to on which you may be following me, however, the lament would not be as effective, simply because, it wouldn’t be the same. Similar, yet different.

3 advantages to Twitter being down include:

  1. Ability to get actual work done.

Ok, maybe just one big advantage. I’m sure you can come up with the other two. If you do, leave a comment. If you don’t, leave a comment about that as well.

You see, I stopped after the first one because I realized that yes indeed, the problem was with TweetDeck 🙂

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach on Christmas Day.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Oh, and I shouldn’t have to say this anymore, but please, retweet. That is, if Twitter isn’t down….

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Stuck in the middle of Nowhere

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A small town, just outside Redondo Beach, California.

When you’re in the middle of nowhere, how do you know, you’re in the middle? You can look around for landmarks, and decide arbitrarily, or, you can figure out how you got there in the first place.

We’ve talked about how the fork in the road may be a spoon, so, let’s look at what happens when you finally make the decision. For purposes of illustration without drawings, let’s say you take the right path, although, in this case, that simply refers to the path on the right.

So, traveling along said path, you take in the sights, the fresh air, and the vast expanse of your thoughts, and this is ok. For awhile.

Then something happens. You realize you’re not where you think you should be.  Because you’ve been on the same path for so long. You look ahead of you, and you can’t see where you thought you were going, maybe you don’t even remember, I don’t know, only you can decide, but then you look over your shoulder, and look back.

And see the same thing.

Panic sets in.

You start looking in every direction, maybe even spinning in place. Do that too long, you might get dizzy, so you stop. Where are you? You don’t know, however, it has been described as, The Middle of Nowhere.

The resulting spinning you just experienced may have created a shallow hole in the path. So, you have roughly three or four choices, which I could walk you through, but put simply:

  • Go back.
  • Go forward.
  • Try going off the path, and blaze a trail.
  • Stay in place.
  • Keep spinning.

I’ve highly recommended #3 in the past, however, that may not be a viable option in this case, as you’re trying to change a choice that you’ve committed to. To which you’ve committed? I don’t necessarily like ending sentences with prepositions, simply because everybody else is doing it.

In any case of the above five(!) mentioned choices, I don’t recommend the last one simply because, the shallow hole may become a grave. Don’t let this happen to you!

You have been warned.

72 and sunny in Redondo Beach.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

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Once Again, It’s Time to Rant Randomly…

Ok, I came up with a cool title, that no one will click when they see it, so, I’m basically typing to myself. Tell me I’m wrong in the comment section. Thanks!!!

So, what’s going on in the world? Does it matter? Does it affect me, and in turn, you? No? Read on….

I started this current missive with a title, and no actual material to back it up with, so, I don’t know where I’m going to end up. However, I probably didn’t start at the beginning, either.

What brought this on? Or one, as I originally mistyped? Is it a typo if I spelled it correctly? Yes, of course it is, as, it’s not the word that I originally chose.

Having answered my own question, I’ll move on. Or one. Is it a coincidence that the letter ‘e’ is typed with the middle finger of the left hand? I’ll let the pundits decide.

Of course, they aren’t reading this.

But they might read, this.

How do I know this? As previously stated elsewhere, no one knows anything. Why is that? Well, the current statistic is, wait for it, 22 hours of video downloaded to YouTube per minute. Personally I don’t have that kind of time, but someone has apparently invented a time warp field generator to squish 22 hours into a minute.

And, he hasn’t even patented it yet. Try saying that three times fast, and get back to me on how you did.

In any case, randomly typing as in the infinite monkeys experiment, has brought me this far without a real point to be made, other than the following: I have followers on Twitter that might read this far.

Have I buried the lead? Of course!!! I’m not a journalist, and I don’t even play one on TV!!! I’m a guy, that has opinions, that publish online somewhat regularly, or more likely, randomly. How does this affect you? Or, will you share in this effect? That’s right. They’re both spelled correctly, and used correctly, for those of you that just graduated the Grammar Police Academy. That’s (TM) me if someone makes an aforementioned YouTube video, and uploads it.

Had to respond to a tweet. Now, where were we? I’m here in front of my borrowed computer in Redondo Beach, and I still don’t know where you are.

You may be reading this in the comfort of your own home on anyone of several myriad devices. And that might be what led to this random rant.

Clearly, they’re looking to replace Olivia. And this is a good thing, but I digress….

Which is the title of what used to be Peter David‘s column in CBG. Great title, great writer, and a good book, too!!!

Hopefully, enough of you will click on that link, and then I’ll get paid. Not the first one, the second one. Alternatively, click on both, and buy the book. As opposed to by the book, but again, I digress….

I think I’ll end here, as I may or may not have another blog entry to write elsewhere, therefore, this has either been another edition of The Random Rant, or, It’s, The Law!!!

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

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Yet Another Installment of, It’s the Law!!!

Several things I found out recently, and I won’t list them, therefore, Guy Kawasaki won’t read further, however, most of the rest of you might, and that’s good enough for me.

It turns out there’s this thing out there called 4square. Ok, it’s yet another social network. Apparently, you can be the mayor from where ever you update from, if you’re the first one there. It’s all pretty strange, and I’m the guy that has over 33 thousand tweets in a year, so, I’m thinking I might be an expert. On strange, not 4square.

If you link your Twitter account to 4square, every-time you update, Twitter tweets. Or, twits, as we’ve discussed previously. This phenomenon extends to other social networks. FriendFeed, Twitter, and most importantly, Facebook. Furthermore, I’m on all of them.

There’s also Twitterfeed, which allows you to direct any RSS feed that you control, to Twitter. Now, as it states Biblically no-less, it is possible to invent ways to do evil, and I think I’ve found mine….

Having seen The Law!!! kick in at inopportune times, I can tell you this: It is quite possible that there is a way to tweet once, and have it circulate around the Twitterverse, forever.

I just haven’t found it yet.

Adjust your expectations accordingly, and as always, Please, Retweet.

If you haven’t already.

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The Experiment, One Year Later….

I’ve talked about here and elsewhere, mostly on Twitter, before. I’m declaring today the one year anniversary of, The Experiment.

3 Things you need to know about it:

  • It’s not over.
  • I will never tell you what it is.
  • It’s been a success, so far.

You may have why questions, which I may or may not answer. If you’ve been following me on Twitter during this time, you have have hints as to what it is. However, it’s my contention that explaining the experiment will taint the results.

So, we’re in a conundrum, of sorts. I’d like to enumerate my success, but at the same time, if I do, I’ll violate my rules. And we can’t have that, can we?

Adjust your Expectations Accordingly.

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There Are Only 24 Hours in a Day…

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Facebook is the bane of my existence, not to be confused with Bane, the Batman villain that broke his back. Read BATMAN: KNIGHTFALL
for more on that.

Why, you ask? Or, maybe you didn’t, and I’m typing to myself, which gets lonely. I have a wife and two kids, allegedly. One of which has not yet fallen into, The Facebook Zone!!! as my alleged wife and daughter have.

What does this mean to you, the home viewer? Less time for me, online. Which translates to less tweeting, less blogging, and less writing. None of these are good things. For me. You may believe different, which is certainly your right, which would be, my left.

How to fix? As you know, I need to give the illusion that I’m online all the time, as opposed to the allusion that you perceive. I hope I’ve used that word properly. It may be time to again state, Twitter has destroyed my writing ability.

The answer my friends, is not indeed blowing in the wind, but simple: Change my sleep pattern. Back to what it was, when I started, The Experiment.

Adjust your expectations accordingly.

Please, Retweet.

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