New world record: longest span between two online weblog postings.
All I can tell you is that I'm standing on one foot, but still clapping with both hands.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
The Burl Ives Post
Sometimes I can't think of anything interesting to write and/or blog about. This time is one of those times. It's times like these times that the following are together useful in generating online blog content:
I think the Odetta version is pretty good, too, if you like something a little more lively. (Perhaps I should have called this blog update "The Fox Post" or "The Burl Ives/Odetta Post".)
- personal musical preferences; and,
- YouTube embedded object technology.
I think the Odetta version is pretty good, too, if you like something a little more lively. (Perhaps I should have called this blog update "The Fox Post" or "The Burl Ives/Odetta Post".)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Text Character Entry Blogistics
NOTE: Unless otherwise noted, all of the letters and words and digits and other character text glyphs you are seeing that is coming out of my blog onto your computer screen was generated when I told my brain to tell my hands: "press buttons on a computer typing keyboard." Should an electronic or non-electronic tool (or non-tool) other than a computer typing keyboard be used to drop my deep vocabulary into these World's Most content boxes, I will make note of it and you'll be the first to know of it.
NOTE: All text on this part of the Internet is used to signify the existence of content here. The author is not responsible for the other part.
NOTE: All of the time, a clicking mouse was used when I told my brain to give you the finger on the right mouse button to "Save Now" in Blogger Create Post. Can you imagine if there was no Create Post? The blog would not have any posts! AAAAAHHHHH! Consider the thing!!! In the future, some of the time, a clicking mouse may not be used to "Save Now".
NOTE: Because I told my brain to tell digits and muscles and tendons (the levers and hydrolics of the human arms) to manipulate information entry devices to create the blogging content, all original blog content is the property of my soul. Weird! All unoriginal content on this blog does not belong to my soul. Huh?
NOTE: All text on this part of the Internet is used to signify the existence of content here. The author is not responsible for the other part.
NOTE: All of the time, a clicking mouse was used when I told my brain to give you the finger on the right mouse button to "Save Now" in Blogger Create Post. Can you imagine if there was no Create Post? The blog would not have any posts! AAAAAHHHHH! Consider the thing!!! In the future, some of the time, a clicking mouse may not be used to "Save Now".
NOTE: Because I told my brain to tell digits and muscles and tendons (the levers and hydrolics of the human arms) to manipulate information entry devices to create the blogging content, all original blog content is the property of my soul. Weird! All unoriginal content on this blog does not belong to my soul. Huh?
Sunday, August 3, 2008
A Loss Of Innocence Post
A loss of innocence occurs at a point in time when you were innocent before that point in time and not innocent after that point in time.
There are a lot of ways to gain a loss of innocence. One way is to lose your virginity. Another way is to drink some alcohol (ethanol) for the very first time. Yet another way is when a pet dies.
Up until this point in time, I have been innocent of making a post about losing innocence. I think it's about a point int time where I learn about the blogs and the bees and how to go forward and lose such innocence.
A loss of innocence is notable because you realize things will never be like they were before the loss. Say you lose your dominant arm and realize you will never write again. You have lost the innocence that you would be dominantly armful forever. Now you are dominantly armless. See what I mean?
But those aren't really very interesting ways for an innocent person to lose some innocence. What about the time I discovered when You Tube videos don't last forever? That was a heavy burden to bear.
The video in question was a comedy rap music video by Howie Mandel called "I Do The Watusi". I found it on a blog and remembered fondly hearing it a few times when it was released back in the 1980s. I added it to my You Tubes favourites section. I thought it would exist forever.
NOT TO BE! One day I went looking for it because it has funny lines like "a stinky turtle bites you in the ear". It was gone! I went back to the blog where I found it. NO! It turns out that when a You Tube video object disappears, it disappears from all the blogs, too!
I wasn't there when the library of Alexandria burned down, but I imagine my shock and dismay was a microcosmic twin of that experienced by Alexandria Library card holders.
So, everything seems hopeless. Fortunately, loss of innocence is always an unwitting yet fruitful sacrifice; in return, God provides something even more valuable in exchange: wisdom. I decided to use this newfound wisdom to enter search words into Youtube's video search feature text box and I found another copy of the old video! And here it is! (Note: the music video starts 4 minutes and 5 seconds into the You Tube Object.)
There are a lot of ways to gain a loss of innocence. One way is to lose your virginity. Another way is to drink some alcohol (ethanol) for the very first time. Yet another way is when a pet dies.
Up until this point in time, I have been innocent of making a post about losing innocence. I think it's about a point int time where I learn about the blogs and the bees and how to go forward and lose such innocence.
A loss of innocence is notable because you realize things will never be like they were before the loss. Say you lose your dominant arm and realize you will never write again. You have lost the innocence that you would be dominantly armful forever. Now you are dominantly armless. See what I mean?
But those aren't really very interesting ways for an innocent person to lose some innocence. What about the time I discovered when You Tube videos don't last forever? That was a heavy burden to bear.
The video in question was a comedy rap music video by Howie Mandel called "I Do The Watusi". I found it on a blog and remembered fondly hearing it a few times when it was released back in the 1980s. I added it to my You Tubes favourites section. I thought it would exist forever.
NOT TO BE! One day I went looking for it because it has funny lines like "a stinky turtle bites you in the ear". It was gone! I went back to the blog where I found it. NO! It turns out that when a You Tube video object disappears, it disappears from all the blogs, too!
I wasn't there when the library of Alexandria burned down, but I imagine my shock and dismay was a microcosmic twin of that experienced by Alexandria Library card holders.
So, everything seems hopeless. Fortunately, loss of innocence is always an unwitting yet fruitful sacrifice; in return, God provides something even more valuable in exchange: wisdom. I decided to use this newfound wisdom to enter search words into Youtube's video search feature text box and I found another copy of the old video! And here it is! (Note: the music video starts 4 minutes and 5 seconds into the You Tube Object.)
Friday, August 1, 2008
I Let Statcounter Decide
According to Little Brother Stat Counter, I have a repeat reader!!!* I am going to play nice, not reveal where they are from and refrain from embarrassing them - because that's mean. Their presence has been previously documented on this Internet blog.
Wow, this is boring content. This online blog post will not make it into my theorized Best Of list, which I have no plan on making.
Let's pretend that I actually wrote something that made you excited, made you angry, made you think and/or made you cry. Stare at this post intently for at least 5 minutes and visualize whatever imagery you feel is most resonant to your deepest being, transforming you into your ideal self and transporting you to the archetypal times and places where you would feel most alive.
Now it's no longer my responsibility if you find this blog update boring.
* Not counting myself, who is also a repeat reader.
Wow, this is boring content. This online blog post will not make it into my theorized Best Of list, which I have no plan on making.
Let's pretend that I actually wrote something that made you excited, made you angry, made you think and/or made you cry. Stare at this post intently for at least 5 minutes and visualize whatever imagery you feel is most resonant to your deepest being, transforming you into your ideal self and transporting you to the archetypal times and places where you would feel most alive.
Now it's no longer my responsibility if you find this blog update boring.
* Not counting myself, who is also a repeat reader.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Nitpicking The Chipmunks
If you're the kind of person who likes obscure, esoteric, and ridiculous minutae, have I got the blog post for you!
You probably know who or what The Chipmunks are as a novelty popular music cultural phenomenon. If you don't know this, here, allow me to make an Internet link to the Wikipedia page. When you right-click your right mouse button on the URL link, a Wikipedia page will fill your Internet Web Browser with information about The Chipmunks. You can then recycle this information in conversations with your unsuspecting victim(s); or you can keep the information in your brain bank and allow it to marinate and simmer like a cooking analogy where I compare the absorption of Chipmunk information to food preparation. The Chipmunks.
If you read this post and later find yourself in a conversation with someone who tries to regurgitate (note: continuing the food analogy there) the Wikipedia Chipmunk information at you, now you have the power of forethought to tell them: "You are making audio vibrations from your mouth that sound remarkably like Wikipedia information about The Chipmunks. Why don't you just tell me to go read Wikipedia? Is any of the content of this conversation actually relevant to anything other than fulfilling the ritualistic act of social interaction?"
So I looked at the label on the vinyl LP of A Chipmunk Christmas and noted that the time listed for the very last track of side 2 (two), We Wish You A Merry Christmas, as "6:34" (six minutes and thirty-four seconds). Well, that is COMPLETELY FALSE. In actuality, the track appears to be slightly less than 2 minutes.
Therefore, there is a mistake on the label of the A Chipmunk Christmas vinyl record. Until this time, you were probably unaware that this mistake existed. It was relatively original information. Now this mistake will be recorded in your brain synaptic connections and the next time you have a conversation about either The Chipmunks, mistakes on record labels, or both, this information may come to the surface of your consciousness. You can then blurt it out, and your conversation will stretch on even further. Other than conversation-stretching, this new information I've brought to light in the blogosphere is utterly useless.
You probably know who or what The Chipmunks are as a novelty popular music cultural phenomenon. If you don't know this, here, allow me to make an Internet link to the Wikipedia page. When you right-click your right mouse button on the URL link, a Wikipedia page will fill your Internet Web Browser with information about The Chipmunks. You can then recycle this information in conversations with your unsuspecting victim(s); or you can keep the information in your brain bank and allow it to marinate and simmer like a cooking analogy where I compare the absorption of Chipmunk information to food preparation. The Chipmunks.
If you read this post and later find yourself in a conversation with someone who tries to regurgitate (note: continuing the food analogy there) the Wikipedia Chipmunk information at you, now you have the power of forethought to tell them: "You are making audio vibrations from your mouth that sound remarkably like Wikipedia information about The Chipmunks. Why don't you just tell me to go read Wikipedia? Is any of the content of this conversation actually relevant to anything other than fulfilling the ritualistic act of social interaction?"
So I looked at the label on the vinyl LP of A Chipmunk Christmas and noted that the time listed for the very last track of side 2 (two), We Wish You A Merry Christmas, as "6:34" (six minutes and thirty-four seconds). Well, that is COMPLETELY FALSE. In actuality, the track appears to be slightly less than 2 minutes.
Therefore, there is a mistake on the label of the A Chipmunk Christmas vinyl record. Until this time, you were probably unaware that this mistake existed. It was relatively original information. Now this mistake will be recorded in your brain synaptic connections and the next time you have a conversation about either The Chipmunks, mistakes on record labels, or both, this information may come to the surface of your consciousness. You can then blurt it out, and your conversation will stretch on even further. Other than conversation-stretching, this new information I've brought to light in the blogosphere is utterly useless.
Monday, July 28, 2008
The Slim Whitman Post
One thing personal life bloggers often document in the content of their personal life blogs is a taste in music. Everyone listens to music. Everyone has to listen to music, unless they are deaf, because music is played almost everywhere these days. Eventually, most people come to detect patterns in all that din and shortly thereafter they begin rank the patterns in order of preference. So I'm going to indulge in a little bit of that myself in the next paragraph.
With a few exceptions, I don't like country music. The patterns I detect in country music, by and large, do not resonate with me and don't cause the formation of particularly exciting patters of electrical activity in my brain. So it is a fittingly Divine irony that my favourite singer is from a genre I don't like. It is also another fittingly Divine irony that he is a male falsetto. It is also yet another fittingly Divine irony that he yodels, a vocal style in the dorky zone with belching death metal grunts and beatboxing. So, who the fuck am I talking about anyway?
Slim Whitman. He has one of the most beautiful voices imaginable. I don't have much more to add to that. It's like the tiniest glimpse of the sounds of the afterlife. His most beautiful number ever recorded is a version of Cattle Call, but they don't have that over at the You Tube website, so I'm going to embed a YouTube object featuring a live version of Rose Marie.
With a few exceptions, I don't like country music. The patterns I detect in country music, by and large, do not resonate with me and don't cause the formation of particularly exciting patters of electrical activity in my brain. So it is a fittingly Divine irony that my favourite singer is from a genre I don't like. It is also another fittingly Divine irony that he is a male falsetto. It is also yet another fittingly Divine irony that he yodels, a vocal style in the dorky zone with belching death metal grunts and beatboxing. So, who the fuck am I talking about anyway?
Slim Whitman. He has one of the most beautiful voices imaginable. I don't have much more to add to that. It's like the tiniest glimpse of the sounds of the afterlife. His most beautiful number ever recorded is a version of Cattle Call, but they don't have that over at the You Tube website, so I'm going to embed a YouTube object featuring a live version of Rose Marie.
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