And now drones are putting censors who put the black bars on videos out of work. What is this world coming to?!
(If you click play, you are going to see some naked backsides.)
You really should watch until the end.
A juggling technophile shares personal stories, challenges, humor and perhaps some political commentary.
And now drones are putting censors who put the black bars on videos out of work. What is this world coming to?!
(If you click play, you are going to see some naked backsides.)
You really should watch until the end.
I use tools in my life that just feel like breathing to me. Thought it might be interesting to list the tools I use in a typical day. Tools include hardware and software. Today I used:
There was more but I am tired.
I’d really like to get through one day without uttering the words, "Goddamn dog."
Student: Ten years ago I asked you my first question.
Master: And you continue to talk to yourself!
I spent yesterday, my last day of vacation, glued to the computer working on a client’s website. Today, I have returned to Cubeville to fulfill the duties of my day job. 2015 ended great! I am apprehensive about 2016 but so far so good.
This is not a year in review post nor a resolution post.
I’ve been on a two week vacation and it has been heavenly. Perhaps I’ll publish details later. Today represents the last day of my vacation, or as Cathy likes to put it, the day Doug stresses, curses, begrudges tomorrow, and wishes he had taken a longer vacation…or every Sunday. But that was then this is now. I plan 2016 not as stress-free but as a stress managed year. Everything shall be taken in stride!
So what is on today’s plate? Client work, scout planning, personal planning (have to set some goals), family time, and then we will see if there is any time left for other things. January promises to be a trying month. It comes pre-packed with many activities and two incredibly immobile and important deadlines. This month, those two things will be my focus and everything else is secondary.
The beginning:
The rest of the day:
Things that need to happen but won’t today:
I’m going back to sleep…
Facebook has stolen far too much of my attention of late. I have neglected blogging in favor of a quick quip, repost, or flippant comment on Facebook. I want to return to more regular blogging.
These past several weeks have been busy but glorious. We’ve camped at the Cumberland Gap, Fort Loudon, and Elkmont. We’ve worked hard, struggled, and been rewarded. We’ve done garage archaeology and started to finally do things to the house that we’ve wanted to do for over a decade. I hope this trend continues!
Today is Saturday, December 12, 2015. My todo list is: financial planning, washing machine repair, Christmas preparation and shopping, computer programming, scout planning, and home repair.
The pursuit of happiness is a lark.
I live in East Tennessee. By definition, I am probably living over a cave.
Old timers who used to live in the neighborhood tell of a legendary cave that “we used to throw garbage into,” “dad pushed a car into it,” and “we dropped a fishing line with a weight on it and never found the bottom” yet I have never found this entrance.
The creek behind my house on rainy days flows normally. On most days the creek has a trickle that goes underground about halfway behind the neighbor’s house. This is the strongest evidence to support a cave system.
Question: 1) How do I confirm there is a cave? and 2) if I wanted to dig an entrance to the cave, how do I know how/where to dig such that I don’t just dig right beside the cave thus never finding it?
Bonus question: If I verify my house is above a cave system, do I destroy the resale value of my home?
Using a spreadsheet to figure out when the next time you’ll get laid is not as easy as one would imagine.
Sometimes it feels like there has been entirely too much sobriety in my life.
My dreams have been replaced by the constant pursuit of the dollar. Society has succeeded in beating me down and erasing my soul. I am blank. I am an automaton. A cog in the wheel. I live for the sole purpose of moving money from one hand to the other.
Evan has a friend visiting. As a responsible parent, I want to give them fun activities that may be different from the norm. I’d like to play Dungeons and Dragons with them, or Munchkin, or Risk, or Axis and Allies. Or perhaps do a science experiment. Or a dozen other things. But they are entertaining themselves on the Xbox and seem very happy. My mind drifts to my other responsibilities. Should I clean? Work on home repair? I’ve been working on a client’s project. It has consumed my evenings and weekends for weeks. I need to find more work. I need to balance my books and do bureaucratic adult stuff. I’d like to read a book, or watch tv, or curl up into a ball and rock back and forth. I should go for a run, or play guitar, or juggle fire, or meditate. I have volunteer responsibilities to do for the scouts. I need to update records, confirm headcounts, and send out emails. I need to update one of my websites to make it generate revenue. I want to write, to publish, to create. Ah, I think I’ll sit.
Hummus for lunch. Tonight’s flatulence shall be glorious!