Lunch Thoughts

13 10 2016

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

The reason everything old is new again is because most what’s new is just a new spin on old.

I saw myself in the mirror a few minutes ago, and I now totally agree with the mentality that I would rather be judged by 12 than carried by 14.

Mature Audiences Only

29 09 2016

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

This blog definitely contains adult content, and is for mature audiences only.

I sometimes get frustrated, and I go and vent my spleen by saying cuss words like damn, shit, fuck, piss, cocksucker, pussy, sonofabitch, Affirmatively Furthering Fair Housing, and blowjob.

On occasion, I have been to known to take God’s name in vain, and say things like diversitydamnit.

Reader discretion is advised.

The Week That I Wish Wasn’t

9 09 2016

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Thanks to Labor Day, this week was 20% shorter than the typical week.

Yet I still managed to make eight people really pissed off at me, two of those eight are probably reading these words.

All I need to do is hold on and wait until next week, where I’ll have five full days to wreak interpersonal havoc.


Old Chatroom Buddy

22 08 2016

Fredericton, New Brunswick

J.P. Kirby, an old chatroom buddy of mine from back in the IRC days, gets an article about what was even back then one of his obsessions in the Silver Mines today.

Though this year, I don’t think the St. Louis market will see the Rams quite as often as we have in the last twenty seasons.

Also, if I remember JP like I do, I don’t think he’s responsible for the Redskins defenestration in the first large map.  I think someone at the Silver Mines did that.

Waiting ‘Round the Bend

8 08 2016


Twenty-five years ago Saturday.  This is how it all started. Yes, it’s what the WWW was like before CSS; it’s the internet’s equivalent of a bare butt baby photo.

And it started because:

Primarily a business proposal, Berners-Lee conceived of the web as a way to prevent information loss in businesses and the scientific community.

At the time, he was working as a computer programmer at CERN’s European Organisation for Nuclear Research, where he’d seen countless amounts of data lost because of high staff turnover and poor communication. And he’d looked on as researchers wasted weeks solving problems only to find out it had been tackled years earlier.

“The problems of information loss may be particularly acute at CERN, but in this case, CERN is a model in miniature of the rest of the world in a few years time. CERN meets now some of the problems which the rest of the world will have to face soon,” said Berners-Lee.

What TBL did was pay attention and wait for an opportunity to come to him, and when it did, lots of light bulbs went off.

For almost the entirety of the last month, I think I’ve noticed a solvable problem, and an opportunity may have come to me, and a light bulb is going off in my brain.  I want to keep a lot of things under the vest, because there are a lot of maybes and ifs and hypotheticals involved, and I don’t need anyone who is better placed than myself to see my idea to realization to rip off my idea.  I will say it’s nowhere as profound as the World Wide Web, even though it will be very helpful to a lot of people, albeit people of a certain niche demographic.  And I have dropped hints here in this medium in the very recent past to what it’s all about.  I’ll be at the State Fair from Thursday until the 21st, and when I get back, I’m going to start devoting some real time and brain power into trying to figure out how to turn idea into reality.  Though, again, not to give that much away, I think that my day job, which I’ll largely be doing at the State Fair, has given me just enough of a ‘Dex and networking punch in order to make it happen.  Even though I can easily think of several lines of work that would have been better for me to be in to fit that purpose.

As an aside, the WWW is 25 years old, Countenance Blog is almost 13 years old, so it’s half as old as the internet itself.  If multicellular life on Earth is 500 million years old, it’s the equivalent of a 250 million year old continuously living multicellular organism.


Speed, Power and Control

14 06 2016

Your Blogmeister’s Hotel Room

Alluding back to a point I made earlier.

I caught myself doing two generationally stereotypical things today:

1. Using Google Maps and a printed road atlas at the same time

2. For some stat/data/number crunching work, I was using my laptop, my TI-81 and pen-and-paper all at the same time on the same desk.  The calculator gave me speed, the computer gave me power, and the pen-and-paper gave me control.

I think being roughly equally adept at both old school and new school gives me an advantage over people who are both older and younger than myself.


Rationality By a Nose

30 05 2016

South County

Every Memorial Day between 1989 and 2012, I visited the final resting place of my affinite uncle, the late husband of my mother’s oldest sister, at Jefferson Barracks.  He was a Korea vet, and the Pentagon technically considers his late 1988 death to be a war casualty, because it was a delayed onset of a war injury.

In the fall of 2012, during the height of campaign season, a great uncle of mine, my mother’s mother’s youngest brother, died, and while he retired to Phoenix, he was also buried at JB.  Korean vet.  Which means MD 2013, I had two final resting places to visit.

If you’ve been reading me for long enough, you know what happened two months later.  And yes, you can figure out where he was buried.  Also a Korean vet.

Which means that starting with the MD two years ago, I now have three final resting places to visit at JB.

I asked him today to forgive me for killing him.  Even though I know better.  The only reason I’m still not freaking out about it is that the rational half of my brain is barely holding back the emotional half.

And then I realize my younger uncle, Vietnam, who was, like every MD, with us for the visits, turns 70 this summer.  And I’m not ready for a fourth visit.

Then I wanted to wash my brain out with soap for even thinking that.  I already jinxed one uncle in the ground, I don’t want to do it to another.

Even though he had to be thinking that it really won’t be that much longer in the greater scheme of things that he’ll be there for good.  He certainly looked this morning like that was on his mind.  But I dare not say.