This blog has been “This is Epth Nation” for so long, I can’t remember a time when it wasn’t sitting here taking up space on the internet and staring at me like some long, forgotten Taco Bell Chalupa.  The title and the banner picture have been changed (the latter to the Tales From the Darkside version of “Hooray for Everything.”) to something more appropriate for the state of affairs we find ourselves in right now. Don’t blame me — every time I turn on Twitter, someone is exhorting me to “change the world.”  Consider what follows here to be my feeble attempts at doing that.

As always, know that if I didn’t love you, I’d turtle-ize completely and vanish from the interwebs like an unholy combination of Pynchon and Nyan Cat.  But I do, love you.  So here we go…

Meme of the day — Meet me:

Totally.

My natural latent cynicism, borne of 1000 sensitivity-induced periods of awkwardness, has been amplified up to the proverbial 11.  You would simply not believe the cynical thoughts I have had. That they keep turning out to be accurate scares me, and keeps the cynicism train rolling.

My tolerance for advertisement, and marketing, and salesmanship, and all that jazz, has fallen to zero.  It’s gotten so I’d rather not purchase something if it’s marketed to me, even if I would benefit from it.  If a salesman would ever try to overcome one of my “buying objections,” I think I would walk out of whatever situation I was in right then and there.  This is why I avoid these situations at all costs.

My sensitivity (I’ve discovered that I am a hardcore “Highly Sensitive Person”) has done other things to me as well.   My tolerance for confrontation, awkwardness, phone conversations, and for just about any situation that’s overstimulating or uncertain, is almost nil.  I go from zero to angry panic and back several times a day.  It’s now a lifestyle that I’ve become accustomed to.  I’ve also become accustomed to masking it.  I’ve taken up things like meditation to try to help myself when those situations happen, and I’ve learned to live with my sensitivity.  It’s spiritually helpful, but in every other way it’s kind of a pain in the ass.

I can no longer stand most political talk, and view political speech as hurtful and ends-justify-the-means-y.  That goes doubly for culture war talk, or ridiculous postmodern hypocritical sheep-speak.  People use coded language to built hate-barriers between their team and the opposite team, and gird these barriers at all costs.  It’s exhausting, really.  We are a culture of know-it-all know-nothings.

I can’t drink beer anymore without getting intestinal issues that go on for days.  I’m no longer allergic to cats.  I’m starting to like folk music.  I just bought a new car.  See?  Totally different person.

So let’s go on this adventure, dear readers.  If there are no readers left, that’s ok.  I understand.  I’m still going to try to climb out of this fog, and see if there’s air left anywhere in the world.

Now, for the meme of the day:

So yeah, 11.04 has way worse problems than bad window button positioning.  You see, they moved from their old boring, functional, customizable “Gnome 2″ GUI to a new one, (ominously) called Unity.  Sure, Gnome is a dumb name, but it works, and it feels kinda like Windows, and I can get to my files and applications as if I were, you know, sitting at an actual computer.  In that, it performs its primary function well.  Gnome 2 might be boring, and “Gnome” might be a stupid name for anything except a small guy who sits on your lawn, but it was literally the only Linux desktop that really made sense.

The problem came when Gnome version 3 came out, and it was radically and awe-fully different than the reliable, computer-like Gnome 2.  This apparently drove the people behind Ubuntu so crazy that they were inspired to created something to compete with Gnome 3 (and KDE 4, that other Linux GUI overreach) in the category of awfulness.  So, in the bowels of Mount Doom, a GUI named Unity was forged.

What wrong with Unity, you ask?  Well:

1) It has a dock, a la OS X, that doesn’t do anything you want it to.  First of all, it’s on the left side, where Ubuntu apparently puts everything now.  You can’t move it from the left side, either.  Also, it’s default behavior is to hide behind open windows until you hold your mouse at the left edge of the screen for almost a second.  But wait, I’m getting ahead of myself…

1)  There is no bar at the bottom that holds your open application windows.  There is no way to GET a bar at the bottom that holds your application windows.  Because reclaiming that half-inch of real estate at the bottom of you monitor screen is more important than being able to switch between application windows in one click.  You see, with the combo of the hidden Dock of Death on the left side and the lack of a way to click on open windows, there is no way to go from window to window via mouse.  You have to move your mouse to the left side of the screen, wait for the Dock of Death to reappear, then click on the application you want to switch to.  And if that application happens to have more than one window open (like if you were –gasp — trying to edit two spreadsheets at the same time), then you have to click one more time on the actual window you want to see.  And you have to do that every time you switch windows.

2) There is no actual menu in Unity, and no way to get one.  I want to be very clear on this point:  There is no nested list of installed software to click on (and therefore run) with your mouse.  Now, I understand that some people hate menus, but they’re wrong.  A menu is the single simplest and most efficient way to organize a given computer’s entire set of installed applications.  Period.  If you don’t think so, you’re fooling yourself.  For the makers of Ubuntu, every day is apparently April Fools Day.

3) When you click on what you think is the menu (it’s in the top left corner instead of the bottom left one, but Ubuntu’s been that way for a while now — wait, that’s where it started!), you get what can only be described as the single most frustrating and counter-intuitive thing I’ve seen in a GUI since KDE’s plasma desktop.  Instead of a menu, you are greeted with a giant black window that somehow eats up your whole screen yet shows you virtually nothing.  There are three lists — one for your supposedly “favorite” apps, one for some of your installed apps, and one for random apps you don’t have installed.  There are only 5 of each application listed, with a tiny yet helpful-looking “see more results” to click on for each category.  Clicking on that will give you an alphabetical list of favorite, installed, or random apps, but the list is limited by the fact that only so many giant app icons can fit in the black window (even though it takes up the whole screen).  Let me say that again:  you’re 3 clicks in, and all you’ve managed to do is pull up an alphabetical list of your apps.

Now, there is a “menu” of sorts where you can filter the results by category, but that’s yet another click, and you still might not find what you want (especially if it starts with a “z”).  I found that the most efficient way in Unity of finding apps is searching for their name in the giant search bar at the top of the black Window.  That’s right, I have to f***ing use my keyboard to find my apps.  What is this, DOS 6.0?

I want to make this perfectly clear — I’m the laziest person I know.  This makes me a pretty good judge of efficiency in operating systems and user interfaces, because I can smell unnecessary effort a mile away.  And the last thing I want to do when sitting at my computer is click in a search box, take my hand off the mouse, type in words I have to think about, and hit enter.  If I have to search for something by name, you have failed as a GUI.  You have my apps.  Please give them back.

What they were trying to do is emulate your average smart phone’s screen (with the apps and the black Window), and they failed so miserably that you can hardly recognize what they were aiming for.   My iPhone shows me all my apps on the screen, and I can organize them in whatever way I choose.  Unity does the opposite of that — only showing a few apps, and not allowing me to organize them at all.

4)  It has become apparent that the only reason Ubuntu exists is to sell people on Ubuntu products, such as (the again ominous-sounding) Ubuntu One.  What does One do?  Well, for $3.99 a month you can store a bunch of data in their (presumably totally secure) cloud, and even stream stored music to a variety of devices.  Because using up bandwidth streaming stuff to your smartphone is better than just putting the actual songs on your phone, apparently. That’s why it costs money.

What Ubuntu Inc doesn’t understand is that I use Linux to get away from being sold things by the software that runs my computer.  That’s the whole point of open source and free software, right?

Finally, a serious point:  All the Linux GUIs seem to be hopelessly broken right now, and it’s put the whole idea of Linux in jeopardy, at least for me.  I’m using Linux Mint right now, but there’s talk of them switching to Gnome 3 next year.  Maybe Gnome 3 will improve enough to be usable next year, but I doubt it.  So my choices seem to boil down to:  Using Mint 11 for the next 10 years, or giving up on Linux entirely.  Maybe I should just get a Mac.

2009-2010 was a bad, bad couple of years for a lot of things, including me blogging.  “I haven’t felt like it” “The FBI thinks I’m evil” and “I really really haven’t felt like it” are the three main reasons for my internet silence.  If this bums you out, I apologize.  If it makes you happy, then I take back my apology.

I know I said I was going to make the NBA season a story, but that seems ludicrous in the face of my total lack of interest in it.  What story?  LeBron doesn’t care about Cleveland?  Players don’t care about you or me?  There will be a lockout next year because (in this terrible economy) the two sides of the NBA coin both are thinking they need more money?  I can’t even muster up indignation at the players — this whole thing seems very owner-driven this time.

So, screw that.

I read an enormous amount of totally useless stuff on the internet. You would not believe the stuff I read.  Much of it is to reinforce my beliefs, and much of it is to just piss me off.  This might seem judgmental, but that’s ok.  I forgive you for thinking that.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOO, lots of things go through my head that I’d like to share, but don’t seem appropriate for a personal blog.  They would seem more appropriate coming out of the internet mouth of one of my alter egos or something.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, I’m going to start another blog, where I can explore these things that affect me so.

Epthnation.com will not cease to exist, but rather will become the mouthpiece of Michael Pape, aspiring author and soon-to-be-productive member of the Community of Books in America.

That means some fiction, and some writing commentary, but mostly…silence.  I’ll basically shut up until I have something to say.  Isn’t that a nice idea?  Now, if I write a book and SOMEHOW manage to snooker somebody into publishing it for me, that will be an example of something you could find out here.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, don’t delete this RSS feed just yet…please?

More details on the blog when it’s up and running.  It won’t be on the epthnation.com domain.  It’ll be somewhere else.

In the meantime, my Twitter feed is living and active and full of “win.”  I’m not sure if I’m going to also create a separate Twitter feed for the new blog (seems like a good idea, but also more work then I’m liable to be able to tolerate).  Twitter’s nice because it’s condensed and flippant, just like my brain.

On the one hand, he’s an articulate and gentle defender of genuine, Jesus-like Christianity. He has an inquisitive mind and tries to figure stuff out, rather than dogmatizing and demonizing everything without thinking about it first. He also has a heart for those in need, especially the fatherless.

On the other hand, he thinks that books about being “successful” are actually good. And this has pushed his current stuff about “living a better story” into the twin territories of smugness and self-help. Or, more accurately, “helping yourself live a better story (and have a better life), then being smug about it around all the people who won’t – or can’t – share your enthusiasm for pointless enthusiasm.” Take this post entitled, “Does God Have a Specific Plan for Your life? Probably Not.”

The post comes from a good place, I think – trying to get people to be less afraid of making mistakes and more afraid of wasting their lives (or, to co-opt and twist his phrase, “living a non-better story”).

“My friends who disagree and think God has a specific plan for everybody are mostly sitting around waiting to hear from God. Meanwhile, God’s plan for them, apparently, is to shop at Bed Bath and Beyond and quote the latest Saturday Night Live skit. Quite the plan.”

But he needs to chill the f**k out and let people rest, be comfortable, and find their calling in the midst of that peace rather than be scared into doing things they hate. Sometimes we need stuff at Bed Bath and Beyond. For example, I don’t have a bed right now. Also, if SNL was funny, it would be perfectly appropriate to quote on of their skits. Apparently, God doesn’t have a specific plan for everybody, but instead just wants you to spend Saturday night from 10:30-midnight CST being extroverted somewhere, provided it’s in a place with no TVs.

And yes, I understand that he’s basically just trying to get people to think about stuff they wouldn’t normally think about.

This is a great big world with amazing stuff in it. Let’s enjoy that stuff in our current context, or change that context to something better if we can. The context doesn’t matter. I swear to you it doesn’t. If it does, we’re all screwed, because ultimately we are not in control of it. Those who think they are have tricked themselves.

If we were going to pare down the Bible into its basic messages, I think we’d get “faith,” “hope,” and “love.” Expanding that a little bit, we’d get “This life doesn’t matter – the next one does” and “we are here to serve others and God” and “you don’t have to worry about anything, God has a specific plan for you, the individual.” Like it or not, that’s what we’d get.

In other news, I’m now going to adopt this blogging style where I write in mostly short paragraphs with bolded first sentences. Enough cool bloggers are doing it that I’m sure somebody somewhere has done market research and discovered that it gets the most hits, reaction, effectiveness, whatever, etc.

Btw, I think Don Miller’s greatest crime against humanity is the repeating of this current Christian meme that “community” is more important than “individuality,” whatever than means. In this line of thinking, several things about our accursed USA have infiltrated the church to its detriment – things like “consumerism” and “individualism.” While I agree that loving ourselves is an epidemic (And always has been), I don’t agree that, for example, God deals with us as a group rather than as individuals in that group.

That idea I just wrote begs for lots of explanation, and maybe one day I will explain it more fully. For now, just know that the only community that matters is the body of Christ/kingdom of God/catholic (small “c”) church. Other than that, there are just people in social constructs that nobody really understands. Admittedly, this is a hard teaching. Who can accept it?

One last cynical and unrelated side note: More and more, I think that people talk mostly just to hear themselves speak. This makes them feel cool, and valuable, and smart, and gives them something to do that silences the clamoring fears and other voices in their heads. Also, how are they supposed to manipulate others into helping them live a better story without speaking?

I’ve decided to actually finish a book now, so we’ll see how that goes.  It’s a bunch of short stories that pretend to be questions, but are really challenges to our current U.S. worldview.  Yeah, like all my ideas, it’s hard to explain until you see it.  I’ve shown a couple of these to some friends and got pretty much the reaction I wanted, so I’ll keep plugging along.  Do you want to read one?  Ok.

(some of you have already seen this and been offended by it, so forgive me all over again…and if you want it in Microsoft .doc format — here you go.)

There is a man who successfully wins a public office…let’s say he was just elected as Dog-Catcher. He has all these new and exciting ideas on how to best catch dogs, and he narrowly edged the incumbent DC using a platform based on these ideas. It’s not going to be easy to get his ideas implemented, though; the Netists are lurking around every corner, and this defeat has made them more vocal and partisan than ever before.

Perhaps a brief explanation and history of Wayward Dog Redemption (WDR) methods is in order, not that it really matters. There are people in this unnamed city who believe without reservation that the only appropriate and effective way to catch dogs is with a net. They self-identify as Netists, and for many of them, it is their life’s passion. Their symbol is a Net flanked by a wild boar on the left and a beaker on the right, which symbolizes their frontier spirit and unassailable reason, respectively. They’re a pretty tight-knit and well-connected bunch, keeping in touch and in spirit with radio shows, newsletters, and nightly meetings in the Old Town Hall’s chilly basement. What the election of this new dog-catcher means for them is the probable end of the dog-catching world. Their goals with the radio show, newsletter, and meetings are mainly (a) to research legal challenges to the election; and (b) to speculate and articulate re: the demise of dog-catching, and with it, society as a whole.

On the other side lie the progressive-minded techno-thinkers who couldn’t come up with a suitable name for themselves, so the world has adopted a monker for them: Non-netists. They believe that Netists are borderline fascist barbarians whose destiny is the same as all barbarians — namely, extinction. They communicate primarily in buzzwords designed to make themselves feel smart. It was they who started referring to dog-catching as WDR, and the Dog-Catcher as the WDS (Wayward Dog Saviour, always with the British “u.”). It’s not that they hate nets, it’s that there’s so many better (and more humane, and cooler-looking) ways to redeem wayward dogs these days. The newly-elected Dog-Catcher promised to deploy things such as drugged water bowls and dog hypnosis, which are the very cutting edge of WDR technology right now. The Non-netists have taken their victory as a literal and figurative blank check to pursue newer and better things, which has only increased the vitriol of those who believe in the redeeming power of Nets. This is pretty much where we stand right now.

You are a fly on the wall of one of the Netist chilly closed-door anger-festivals under Old Town Hall. Everyone is wearing coats and frowns. Even though you are a fly, you can understand English. If this seems weird, just say to yourself, “It’s just a question, I should really just relax.” The Netists are trying to determine the motives of the technology-rich but (to them) morality-poor Non-netists. The new Dog Catcher’s plan is pure insanity to them — 1.3 times as expensive, but almost certainly less effective than the Old Way of doing things. Plus, he’s planning on renaming the very sacred office he holds! At least that’s what someone heard someone else say once. They discuss his arrogance, his messiah complex (they might have a point — “dog saviour” anyone?), and his Orwellian future plans.

It’s your job, as a fly on the wall, to decide which of their ideas with regard to the motives of the Non-netists and their new Wayward Dog Saviour is correct. You have three choices:

A) They actually think the new technology is better, and want to catch dogs more effectively and humanely.

B) They hate the city.

C) They want the new DC’s methods to fail so that the city is overrun by wild, unkempt, ownerless, and potentially rabid dogs so that the citizenry will have no choice but to accept their sweeping diabolical “Plan B,” which involves state ownership of all dogs, mandatory feeding times, food rations, free veterinary care (for which it takes weeks to get an appointment), government-employed dog-walkers, compulsory spaying and neutering, and ultimately, the complete annihilation of dogs from the face of the earth¹.

At the same time as this orgy of disillusionment is going on, the winners are having their First Annual Dog Saviour’s Ball in the Old Town Hall’s Grand Ballroom, which happens to be directly above the ceiling on which you are sticking. We could have you fly up there, being a fly and all, but I’d prefer to just give you directional super hearing, otherwise known as Super-Fly Hearing. With your fly ears, you can make out everything the people upstairs are saying. In between commenting on how nice everyone else looks, the Non-netist elite are trying to determine the motives of the old-school but (to them) anachronistic Netists. The old way of doing Dog Redemption seemed like pure insanity to them — more expensive in the long-term and unfair to the very dogs being redeemed. Plus, the whole concept of Dog Catching conjures up terribly barbaric images of uniformed men with nets chasing poor orphaned mutts, which is why they think the name must be changed to something less offensive.

It’s that time again, only this time you’re determining the motives of the cellar-dwelling Netists, as communicated by the well-dressed denizens of the Grand Ballroom. Why are the Netists so obsessed with nets?

A) They think nets are a time-tested and cost-effective way of dealing with stray dogs.

B) They hate anyone who isn’t exactly like them.

C) They want to return the city to the Old Age of Dog Ownership, where dogs’ well-being was solely the concern of their owners. What does this mean? Well, the government would be powerless to stop the rampant and inevitable dog abuse required by strict capitalism. The Dog Catcher would be merely a puppet, catching dogs with nasty nets and then funneling his prey to rich corporate interests. From there, the dogs would either end up in the “care” of some rich unworthy family (since they’re the only ones that could afford them), or find their way to the processing plant, where they would eventually become hamburgers, glue, artificial sweetener, or any of thousands of other products².

I’m just kidding.  But here’s a bulleted list.  I wish I could make this a mulleted list by giving the dots little mullets, but I just can’t.

• Since we last talked, I shaved all the hairs (more than you might think) from my head.  I’m going with the shaved head look for a while, so you better get used to it.  Thankfully, it doesn’t really affect you, my blog readers.
• The World Cup is here.  I think I wrote the definitive piece on the World Cup and American’s reaction to it four years ago.  Here’s a link to it.  Yesterday, France played to a tie with Ecuador.  I’m a big believer in the Monroe Doctrine as it pertains to soccer, and so I’m very happy that big bad France got tied by the swarthy Ecuadorians.  That’s a good first day.  Also, I always root for the African teams, except of course for South Africa.  We will not forget, South Africa.  We will not forget.
• ESPN has come out with something called “ESPN3.”  We’re moving ever closer to “The Ocho” becoming a reality.
• Man, Milwaukee is Brewer-crazy.  I had forgotten what it’s like to live in a real sports town.  And the Brewers aren’t even good!  I don’t care about the team at all*, and yet I know all about their players and their hopes and dreams and contracts and failures and Steakhouses.  For example, did you know the Brewers have a guy named Corey Hart who’s a total hillbilly?  Also, he’s stick-thin and has an absurd Amish beard.  Also, he totally sucked last year but is currently leading the NL in home runs.  These are some of the things I know, for no dang good reason.
• I’ve developed a lot of theories about God and Life and The Universe and Everything, but I’m not quite willing to share them.  Perhaps if someone were to get me drunk, that would unloose my tongue.  These theories have helped me a lot, actually, in my day-to-day life.  I still hate talking to people, but I’m not as burdened about it now.  And it’s not like my theories are some sort of secret, a la The Secret — they’re right there in the Bible, and other places.  Perhaps I’ll just start a cult and have done with it.  Can you have a cult with no followers?  Isn’t a cult with no followers just a crazy person?
• With regard to camping/hiking, I have purchased:  1) A cool tent, 2) a Wal-Mart brand (technically “Ozark Trail) camping pad, 3) a tarp, 4) a point-and-shoot camera, 5)  a sleeping bag.  Now, if I could only purchase something that stops it from raining.  Any evil geniuses out there with a weather machine I could borrow?
• I like coffee shops.
• The USA plays the England in soccer today in what some people are calling “The Dixie Chicks Revenge Game.”  C’mon USA, think about how much Natalie Maines will hate it if you win!
• What the heck — Nebraska in the Big Ten?  Colorado going to the Pac-10, which might soon be the “Pac-16?”  The Big 12 becoming the “Big Five?”  Nobody wants Rock Chalk Jayhawk anymore?  Things like this are why the NCAA needs a commissioner who manages which teams are in which conference.  They need me to be that commissioner, actually.  I’ll set them straight.  My first edict?  Notre Dame is disbanded for being snooty.
• I’m not delivering pizzas right now, which is weird.  My real job has become a real job, and that means real busy.  You would not believe how busy I am all the time.  That’s ok though, I like it.  It gives me something to do during the day.
• Oh, and LOST ended.  I don’t have time to deal with my feelings on that right now, I got too much to do.

That’s all I got.  Sorry.

*obvs, that’s not completely true.  But it’s baseball, and baseball doesn’t care about me, so why should I care about it?  I’ve been less and less passionate about sports lately, because it all seems so silly.  Also, the Yankees, the Lakers, and the Blue Devils keep winning championships, we might have to disband the whole sport world and start over.  Thank God for the Saints, right?  Literally.

Maybe it was all those Meyers-Briggs personality evaluations that said the exact same thing.  Maybe it was my overwhelming sadness when I’m around lots of people.  Maybe it was my new favorite blog, Introverted Church.  Whatever it was, I have come to realize a very important fact:  There is a word for what I am, and it’s not a disorder.  It’s just introversion.  Lots of people are this way.  Who knew?

Seriously, our culture seems to place a much higher value on extroversion right now.  If there is a problem people have in their life, the answer we’re given is almost always something extroverted.  Don’t like your job?  Go out and find a new one — it’s up to you!  That job not making enough money for you?  Get a second one!  Need more attention?  Sell yourself!  Don’t like your marriage?  Communicate more!  Life is boring?  Find something you’re passionate about and do it!  Follow your heart and don’t care about what other people say!  Need something?  Don’t take no for an answer!  In a funk?  Do something and think about it later!  Live a better story, for Pete’s sake!

See what I mean?  I’m oversimplifying here, as always, but that’s totally what we hear every day, right?  Is there any other way to make it in this world besides constantly “putting yourself out there”?  Is it even a worthwhile question?  Isn’t introversion just another word for not taking responsibility for things?

No.  I wrote a while back, I think as a Facebook status message, that I’m learning the valuable lesson that not everything in life is my responsibility.  In fact, as I go through life, I’m quite surprised at what my actual responsibilities are, in comparison to what I’ve been led to believe.  It doesn’t help that people are fighting to hold me responsible for things every day — at my job, in my interactions with people, and in ads for some worthwhile cause.  It’s easy to make a case that something is important, and nearly impossible (not to mention socially suicidal) to prove that case wrong.  Take, for example, the current BP oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico.  If we didn’t drive cars, none of this would have happened.  It’s our responsibility, therefore, to clean it up.  Just because we drove cars.  I cant think of a way to defeat this argument without taking some sort of political stand against government involvement in private business, something that seems beside the point right now.  So…

Wait.  I’m not really responsible for that, and me contemplating doing something about it is wasted thought.  You know what isn’t wasted thought?  Thinking about the implications of drilling in the ocean, and whether or not the risks are worth it.  Is it time to all get electric cars?  How about mopeds?  Introverts can solve these problems if allowed enough time to themselves, but we’re making them Do Something rather than Do What They Do Best.

I’m just discovering what it means to be introverted, and others have waxed far more eloquently on the subject.  But I would remind you that it’s not a disorder or even a way of looking at the world — it’s a personality type.    Let me chill out in my own way, ok?  Jesus went away by himself all the time.  Look it up.

I’ve also figured out an important truth from the Bible that really does sound insane, but is nonetheless true.  But that’s for another post.  How’s that for a tease?

1) I got a job.  As someone once said, I now get up early like a birdie.  “A job” doesn’t really cover it, because I now technically have two (2) jobs.  This might not last forever (I’ve been torn on whether or not to quit delivering pizzas), but for now it’s lucrative and time-consuming.  This is ok.  The only way is ISN’T ok is this: I don’t have time to post blogs anymore.  I only have time right now because I have the day off.  I’m barely even twittering these days, it’s gotten so bad.  It just goes to show you that I’ll stop being social the moment I get an excuse to stop.

Fortunately, this also means I have benefits, something I haven’t had for a long, long time.  My bosses are all great Americans and I love them.  There’s also a chance they might be reading this.

2) I’ve been doing other writing.  That’s the other reason this blog lays silent as a turtle in a box made of sound-absorbent tile.  I just wrote an insane Anti-Oprah short story for the Online Apologetics Conference.  Writing takes a lot of time when you’re as scatterbrained as me.  Seriously, my brain is always melting in 20 different directions for no reason.  I’ll write something, then look back on it and wonder what kind of alien would have written that.  I may just have a split-personality, actually.

3) I’ve decided that life is pretty much meaningless.  “Vanity” and “Doesn’t matter” are also applicable terms.  Yes, I’m ok.  No, I’m not insane.  This is a good thing.  I said “pretty much,” not “completely.”

4) I attended a funeral in Northern Wisconsin and reacquainted myself with church potlucks.

5) I upgraded to Ubuntu 10.04, which is nice but a lot like 9.10.  Also, there were two really dumb things the developers did that hurt my first impression of the OS:  They got rid of the volume control in the panel (you have to re-enable it in order to see it) and  they put the minimize-maximize-close window buttons on the left side of the windows.  Seriously?  Even if you think have “big plans” for the right side, you should resist the urge to execute them.  I could hack GNOME to put them back on the correct side, but what’s the point?  They’d just end up on the left every time I change the theme or upgrade something.

Other than that, though, it’s fine.  Not revolutionary, but fine.

6)  Lala.com is closing, having been purchased and destroyed by Apple (or at least it’ll be gone on May 31).  Steve Jobs just bought them so he could take their engineers and technology and use it for evil.  But hey, I get credit in the iTunes store!  Whoopee!  This is like having a Tolltag account and Hitler buying the highway system, closing all the tollbooths, and giving you credit in his Nazi paraphernalia shop.  I stand behind this analogy.  It’s exactly like that.

7) The Milwaukee Bucks made us all Fear the Deer, then backed away like, well, a real live deer.  At least we now have a “The Pack is Back”-style slogan to use to beat people down.

Yeah, duty calls.  Story of my life.  See ya later.

(I’m in some sort of employee review situation)

Generic blonde woman: Now let’s talk about clothing.

Me:  Ok.

GBW:  Would you say you’re a good dresser?

Me: Um…I don’t know…

GBW: (shaking her head) No, you are not a good dresser.

In the hallway, just now:

Engineer: And I’m telling you that it depends on the size and complexity of the (data set).  Getting the data from it could take 5 minutes, or it could take 16 hours.  If Armstrong were here he’d be going ballistic.

Boss: It could take that long, but it shouldn’t.

Engineer:  Oh, right.  (dismissively walks away).

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My day started out well with 5 blades, but quickly took a turn as I spilled coffee all over my tax return and blackberry.  I blame the generic blonde lady.