Category: Linkage

  • Link Pimpin’.

    Ladies and gents, sit yourselves and let me tell you a (short) story, a story about a woman, a woman with desires, desires such as love, love of many kinds, one of which is linky love.

    The woman is my good friend Mari, and the linky love is for her thingie (not blog, not journal) known as Intellectual Orgy.

    I can hear you saying, “Well, that’s a cool name, but lots of blogs have cool names.” I can also hear Mari insisting, “It’s not a blog, it’s a thingie, dammit!” Whatever you want to call it, I am here to tell you that it’s more than just a clever name.

    Mari’s a woman of intelligence, playfulness and wit, not to mention that she holds the title of Imperial Princess of Cute. She also has a way of turning the objects of her frustration into amusing reading. (Did I mention she’s quite comfortable with the more colorful elements of language? Perhaps I should.) Her weekend write-ups are the stuff of legend. So far she hasn’t written about any orgies, but you never know, do you?

    “What,” you ask, “could such a remarkable woman possibly need from me?” That’s a good question with a simple, silly answer: She needs your links.

    You see, until her thingie reaches a (small) critical mass of incoming links from other websites listed in BlogShares, nobody can buy shares in it.

    I could have simply begged you to link her site without good cause, but instead I took the moral high ground — or at least middle ground — and gave you as many good reasons as I could name for you to actually link to, read and enjoy her efforts. I would not lead you astray in this, my friends.

    Do it for me. Do it for The Imperial Princess of Cute. But most of all, do it for yourself. You won’t be sorry.

    And when the time comes, you can buy shares in her thingie.

  • BlogShares goes live

    Huzzah! Now that it’s May, I can buy shares again!

    Confused? Just take a look at what this website is worth.

    Now I just need to figure out how we can drive up the value of Mari’s thingie so I can buy shares in it…

  • Phrases for the office

    Thank you, Jen, for a succinct list of useful office phrases.

    And yes, I’ll be checking the master taglines file to see if any of these are missing…

  • Low-gravity environment produces art.

    Via AccordionGuy, we have an air bubble suspended in a water droplet attached to a leaf. Afterward, we learn a few things.
    It could only happen in space

  • Just a little bit about me, and about my kids.

    I wrote up a large-ish posting for one of the 3WA forums, then realized it would be perfect journal fodder. So here you go:

    I’ve always been your basic easily-amused borderline-immature type. Why, just the other day I scored 69% pure on a 500-question purity test. Oh, the irony!

    Spoonerisms (“scooter crew,” mwahahaha!) have always been part of my stock in trade, as are cheap puns and sex-based humor. Making fun of road signs and reader boards is a hobby. (On the side of a U-Haul building, where an “H” had gone missing: “Custom Itches.” Priceless.)

    And then I became a father. And my children learned to speak. And life became ever so much more amusing!

    We call them chipmunks, by the way, not farts. No, I don’t remember how that started.

    I honestly, truly believe that my ability to act silly with my kids and bring out the silliness in them is my strongest parental skill. Let’s face it, my wife and I are both scarred survivors of childhood, having been unpopular introverted types. It’s painfully obvious that our son is a true child of ours, and so we are doing everything in our power to give him the confidence (and sense of humor) to help him survive what will unquestionably be his toughest years. Encouraging the responsible use of his remarkable powers of comedy is part of that preparation.

    (In the past six months, I don’t think I’ve gotten the last word in. Not once. He’s ten years old and already funnier than his dad. I try to contain my jealousy…)

    As for the little girl… we don’t know where she came from or how. She’s one of those instant charmers, a naturally gifted social goddess who has almost no enemies but creates enemies among those who vie for her favors. She’s nine going on fifteen. Whee.

    This has wandered wildly OT, but let me try to get back to the point.

    Among the dozens of silly names and games are Meep and Koosh, being a finger to the tip of the nose and a flat hand on the top of the head respectively. Random meeps and kooshes are part of the repertoire of affection in our household.

    And then one day my daughter, the one who had never before shown signs of incipient comedic chops, got her hands on the Nerf “baseball bat,” bopped me on the top of the head with it and announced, “I am the Exe-Koosh-ener!”

    I couldn’t see for the tears in my eyes after that one. Ah, was ever a father more proud of his progeny?
    You’re so Immature!

  • The BlogShare Reset Cometh

    I stealthily added the BlogShares button over there on the left side a while ago, when I discovered that for some reason my site had “cracked $1000” and was thus available for share trading.

    Today I learned that there’s a reset coming as BlogShares prepares to go live on May 1st. Accounts and cash balances are to be preserved, held shares are not. So I liquidated.

    I think I did pretty well. I bought shares in J-Mo at 44c/ea. and sold ’em at $2.35/ea., while The People’s Republic Of Seabrook cost me 98c/ea. but sold for a very nice $18.62 per share. And then there was the cashing out of my own pitiful little website’s shares, all of which leaves me with a net worth of $3,593.95 to carry into the reset. Not too shabby, eh?

    Now I just need to figure out how to crank up the worth of this site. Ideas?
    BlogShares