Touch You Last

You know and I know that I've got no business signing up for any additional blog-y, social network-y, Hey-look-at-me! type web applications, but screw you guys because I've done it anyways . I really resisted Twitter when it first came out because it just seemed like blogging lite, but I've since seen it used well by a few people and was inspired to jump on board. I've found the prospect of writing big weighty entries a bit fatiguing lately, so the ability to dash off just a quick sentence or two is looking pretty sexy to me. At least for the next short while, expect my online efforts to be spent thusly: Twitter - 65%, Blogger - 34.5%, Facebook - 0.5%. Sorry, Facebook--it's not me, it's you.

Yeah, so I went underground for a few weeks. What’s the big deal? You’re not paying me. You’re not the boss of me. Damn, I can’t keep up this tough talk! I love you, and I missed you too. Now that that’s cleared up, some random updates: Facebook is the best and greatest thing ever. I was afraid it was just MySpace with a different name (which—largely—it is), but what makes it so wicked is that everyone I’ve ever met seems to have joined. I’ve connected with people I long though (nay, hoped) were dead. (That's a lie. I’m actually really glad to have reconnected with everyone I’ve found so far). Join up. You won’t be sorry. Unless you hate everyone you used to know. Then, never mind. We’re driving a Matrix these days because an oil change place wrecked the Protégé. I stopped into Georgetown last weekend to see my family, had some time to kill, and so went to a place my Dad recommended for an oil change. Well, after the oil change kid finished...

I’ve been trying this thing where I get up an hour earlier each morning. Typically, I start work at nine and, as it’s only a fifteen minute walk, I can roll out of bed at eight and still make it to work on time. (Some of you hate me for this—and you’re right to.) Well one morning last week, Gunther got me up early. He typically goes batshit at about four in the morning, and then I get up, chase him into the spare room, lock him up, and go back to sleep. But this one day, he was gracious enough not to perform his pay-attention to me freak-out until around seven. I though well shit, no point in going back to bed , so I sat down in front of the computer and worked for an hour. And it was great ! I’m not especially sociable first thing in the morning, but my productivity is phenomenal. So I thought I'd try to make a habit of it. I’ve failed a few times, on the grey days, or the days I’m up late frigging around on the computer, but by and large it’s been a pretty big success. ...