Happy Hallowe’en to the unwashed masses. I don’t know who took this picture, but it sums up how I feel about the whole costumed, giving teenagers phat lewt affair. 
For me, it’s a time to hunker down and get ready to hibernate for the winter… not stoke mid-adolescents up on a sugar high. I’m fending off the urge to make bonfires and stew a cow.
Speaking of sugar highs, I *really* want another pecan pie.
Speaking of “Kitty”, meet one of the cats, Fuji.
Underneath the macho kitty exterior beats the heart of a true suck. He’s a cool people cat who knows he’s cool and thinks he’s people. He routinely curses the lack of opposable thumbs.
The Zucchini Blog Muse is apparently on a leave of absence. Did he ask? No. He just left to go someplace warm where wearing beach volleyball gear is the height of fashion. In place of meaningful commentary that incites discourse is a series of urges to wax philosophic on aspects of my life ranging from my current hobby rut to my current hobby rut. So, I’ll babble…
Monsters, Inc. just ended on the television. I have to admit to a certain weak spot right about where Boo says bye to Kitty. Sniff. Waaaaaaaaaaaaah. It’s so sad. AND I’VE SEEN THE MOVE A DOZEN TIMES.
Other moments in pop media that make me verklempt (thank you, Linda Richmond) have been:
The last episode of M*A*S*H. It was a mother/son bonding experience. I was fine until they rolled the closing credits.
Big Fish. Schlock movie with Ewan McGregor. Damn thing ropes you into buying into the characters emotionally, then they kill someone off.
The death of Optimus Prime. Transformers. More than meets the eye. Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of… the Decepticons.
ANYWAY, I’m writing this round of sloppy emotions off to my current engagement with carbohydrate starvation. I’d kill for a bag of Miss Vickie’s Lime and Black Pepper chips.
This is a personal blog, not an organizational or corporate website.
With that in mind, expect nothing. 
Audience, voice, content, form… it could all change at the drop of the proverbial hat. Anything from rants basking in self-righteous indignation to confessions about folks who make me go mrowr can find their way into this thing.
With my overactive imagination in full gear, I can picture friends, new & old, coworkers, and strangers reading this blog. In reality, it’s probably only me, three or four degenerate close friends, and the odd cat. If I happen to offend the cat, woohoo.
I’m still waiting for SOMEONE’S husband in a cage.
If it hurries up the putting of husband in cage for She Who Runs Things Over At Cybervassals, my 10 words for Bono are:
husband, caged, cheese, pomegranate, rugburn, koala, mystery, wahoo, Wichita, and, of course, zucchini
…for I have sinned, it’s been more than a week since my last blog. Feh.
I’ve spent the last week nitpicking ways to make MT3.1 do what I want it to do. I think I’m close. I have it driving the bloggy pages and the not so bloggy pages.
Yet to do:
- Start blogging in earnest.
- Make the sidebar a bit more elegant in function.
- Add more content.
Simple enough.
This weekend is Thanksgiving weekend. I’ve just gorged myself on turkey. Can’t think. Gobble gobble zzzzz.
ANYWAY, I think I have the background and banner the way I want them. The little stars in the headers are crap. There’s something about the text (content, sidebar, etc…) that’s making my teeth itch. Or, perhaps, that could be the excess fowl. Stay tuned — as it wears off, I’ll either get it fixed or go out and buy a journal to practice all the things I want to practice the old fashioned way. Screw that, I’d have to learn how to write by hand again.
I’m feeling a prisoner to technology right at the moment, as well as a victim of Verdana.
…but here is one just the same. Testing the pingage.
I use too many smileys. They suck too. In fact, since I can’t seem to communicate in any electronic forum without aptly seasoning whatever text I happen to type with a barrage of colons and brackets, I suck too.
After spending the better part of an extended day being productive doing mind-numbingly inane user support-related tasks, I decided to give my brain a break. I stumbled across an online Myers-Brigg test. After spending what seemed like an eternity of trying to answer the questions honestly, I submitted it. No, that can’t be right. So, I went off in search of a temperament test. There it was in all it’s newfound design, lack of contrast glory. Much to my chagrin, the votes are in. I’m an idealist. Damn.
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So, there I was… sitting innocently at my desk when I came to the sudden realization that I had turned into an addicted blog whore.
Reload.
Reload.
Reload.
<sigh>
Reload.
Reload.
Reload.
<sigh>
Hi, my name’s Troy. I’m addicted to blogs. There. I’ve said it.
I figure this can be a new project — something to keep me sane while I continue to hate the world of IT.
ANYWAY, things seem sane with the exception of the odd, minor link. The site is probably going to change daily as I fall out of and in love with different ways of laying it out.