Posted on March 25, 2010
Slouching Towards TwitterLand
I’ve spent my overabundance of free time the past couple of days trying to figure out Twitter. I’ve written about this before, and maybe I’m just too old or uncool or whatever, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around it. I know it’s useful for quick status updates about what you’re doing in the moment, and I used it myself for just that purpose when the family headed down Disney World way. I also had it linked to my Facebook status, so that I wouldn’t have to spend more time on FB than I absolutely had to. However, since delving a bit deeper into the arcane mysteries of tweeting, I’ve come to realize that there’s a whole world hiding beneath that obnoxiously cute blue bird – a scary and off-putting world in which I am an unwelcome and hopelessly clueless stranger. Read More
Posted on March 18, 2010
http://thieving-bastards.com
I spend some of my time over in another corner of the Internet, where a few writerly type folk gather together to exchange ideas, discuss events and sometimes fling insults across cyberspace like little yellow snowballs. It’s a good time. Recently, the topic of conversation there shifted to copyright law, theft, comic books and a new horror unleashed upon the world called a virtual library. It seems there’s a website out there on the interwebs that openly hosts copyrighted material for which it has no claim, then justifies the theft by using a little legal voodoo to massage and manipulate an absurd conclusion drawn from United States library laws. I will not provide a link to the site here for obvious reasons, nor will I mention it by name – but rest assured, it exists and it’s out there on the world wide web, providing free and unrestricted access to nearly seven million pages of comics. SEVEN MILLION! Read More
Posted on March 16, 2010
Breakfast And Brain Chemicals
This weekend, my wife and I went with our son to a local diner as a way to get an early, bacon and waffle fueled kick-start to our family fun Saturday. Things went well throughout almost the entire breakfast, with Trey using words like please and thank you to butter up the waitresses and flirt his way into extra syrup, but as the meal slowed and breakfast came to a close, our happy family fun was interrupted and brought to an egregious halt by the sudden and uninvited appearance of a needlessly concerned and woefully ignorant, blue-haired busybody. It was bad. Read More
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