On a Two Week Round-Up

Because last weekend was Farpoint, I neglected to write a week-end round-up of things I’d written about. So, today, we’ll look at two weeks worth of my assorting blatherings. And perhaps even give updates on various and sundry things!

Beginning two weeks ago, on Sunday the tenth, I wrote a little about working with my blog. Until today, as a matter of fact, I’d left things alone with the blog design. Today, I changed the color scheme, from red links and a red background on the footer to blue links and a blue background. Nothing particularly major. I’m not sure that red was really my color. I much prefer the blue.

On the eleventh I answered a Doctor Who meme, and also discovered that I’m a “2 in the morning” kind of person. The irony, of course, is that I hate to see two in the morning. Though, with my current illness, I’ve been seeing two in the morning quite a bit. Blech.

On the twelfth, I voted. And before I voted, I mused on my choices before entering the voting booth. For the record, I voted for John Edwards, fully cognizant of the fact that he had suspended his campaign and had no realistic chance of victory.

Wednesday the thirteenth was my long-ass day at the office, and I decided to share an anecdote about my PlayStation 2 catching on fire.

Of course, the real excitement was Roger Clemens’ testimony before the House of Representatives; is it wrong of me that I want to see Clemens spend a few years in the federal pen for perjery? No, I didn’t think so, either. πŸ˜†

Valentine’s Day I mused on what my schedule at Farpoint looked like. We’ll come back to this.

On Friday the fifteenth, I answered a random questions meme.

Saturday the sixteenth I posted my true schedule of events for Farpoint. Not a whole lot. The Quality of Leadership panel got bagged.

Also, there’s a movement afoot for Carl Sagan stamps, and I posted some information on how to register your support with the postal service for stamps honoring Sagan.

As I did on Saturday, Sunday morning I posted my daily Farpoint schedule. Frankly, in retrospect, not a hell of a lot happened on Sunday. I probably could have bagged the day.

Monday I mused on the Farpoint experience. πŸ™‚

On Tuesday I wrote about Corgi Beatles die-casts. Oh, how I want the Revolver double-decker bus. We wants it, Precious. We needs it, Precious.

Wednesday, I discovered that Stephen Fry has a podcast. This is a good thing. Stephen Fry could read a telephone directory, and I would be enthralled. Also I’ve found that, with my current state of congestion, I sound a bit like Stephen Fry. Which is an improvement from a few days ago, when I sounded like Jon Pertwee. Back to the podcast. I won’t say that Fry’s debut episode is enthralling, because it’s not. I think he could stand to relax a little, make it more like a conversation. Nevertheless, I shall listen to this podcast so long as Stephen Fry cares to produce it. Because it is Stephen Fry, the man with a brain the size of Kent.

I would say that my own blatherings that Wednesday were as significant, but they weren’t. The early twinges of illness were upon me, and I didn’t care for Ringo Starr’s new album, either. Of course, those early twinges of illness in the morning exploded into something very nasty by early afternoon, and I wore my heavy winter coat while I slaved away over my computer in my cubicle at work because I could not get warm. Indeed, when I got home, I got into bed, crawled under the covers, and left the winter coat on. Until about three o’clock in the morning, when I was sopping wet.

Thursday, I called out from work. A new experience for me that was, as I had never, to that point in my thirty-some years, called in sick to work. Which should give you some insight into how positively wretched I was on Thursday.

And because I was bored, I watched The Tudors, worked on a project for a friend of mine, and downloaded Flock, a web browser. Flock bills itself as “the social web browser,” and it comes with built in bells and whistles to make working with social networking sites like Facebook, MySpace, LiveJournal, and dozens of others easier. My curiousity was piqued by its ability to interface directly with a blog’s back-end, and I was able to make a post to my blog directly, without having to go through the WordPress interface.

And I’ve not touched Flock since. πŸ˜†

Friday I could barely stand; someone stole my internal gyroscopes. Therefore, I decided I would write about my new pet cause — Christopher Lee needs to appear in J.J. Abrams’ new Star Trek movie. When one looks at all the other science fiction and fantasy franchises Lee has been a part of in his long career, the two absences that stand out are Star Trek and Doctor Who. Even if it’s just a cameo as the Romulan Emperor, I’d love to see Christopher Lee in Star Trek. πŸ™‚

Finally, yesterday I mused about a book of naval history I’m readingAlfred Thayer Mahan’s The Major Operations of the Navies in the War of American Independence. I downloaded it from Project Gutenberg, and I’ve found it quite intriguing. Here’s a random fact from the book — one of the Royal Navy admirals of the period was named… Sir Peter Parker.

And that wraps up the two-week round-up.

As for my illness, it progresses. I don’t feel terrible any longer, and I can stand again. I went out to the grocery store earlier today — first time I’d been out of the house since I got home from work on Wednesday. I wish I didn’t feel quite so… dry, though; my cough today has been a dry cough, and though I can “feel” mucus and gunk in my windpipe and lungs, nothing is forthcoming when I cough. The coughing, then, is painful but non-productive. I also feel dehydrated. Barring a drastic change in fortunes, I’m going back to work tomorrow. And I’m looking forward to it. πŸ™‚

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