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  • Arbitrary Demarcations

    Let’s face it: Reality, should we choose to anthropomorphize the cosmos for the sake of argument, doesn’t give a damn about when we say a new day begins, or a new month, or a new year.

    I ended 2010 with a wearying, annoying head cold. I started 2011 with a wearying, annoying head cold. At no point anywhere near midnight of December 31st did the universe change so that the new year would be better or worse than what came before.

    This may seem blindingly obvious to you. I, however, spent the first half of my life (give or take) looking for signs, meaning in the meaningless, pointers from a higher power. That sort of thing. Even now, I approach the end of four decades on this planet and it’s still all too easy for me to get caught up in wrong-headed nonsense.

    Still and all, I hope 2011 goes well. We could all stand a bit of improved circumstances, couldn’t we?

    And I really wish that this stupid cold would go away.

  • Bookending December

    Wow. I haven’t posted since December 1.

    That pretty much sums up my year, here, doesn’t it? I most certainly did not start posting more often in 2010 like I originally intended. I didn’t make more stories, I didn’t chronicle my journey through the year, I didn’t do much of anything.

    Gotta do something about that.

    Also, the anime forum pretty much shriveled up and died. I tried to carry the whole thing myself for a while, but it’s one thing to talk to yourself on a journal site, something else entirely to shout into the echo chamber of an empty multi-user forum. Sigh.

    On the other hand, I cranked out another massive slew of webcomics without missing a scheduled update.. I’m rather pleased about that. And let’s not get into how many posts I made to Twitter. Again.

    My goals for the year, Internet-wise: Get this site back up in the priority chain. Redesign & improve Quacked Panes. Gripe less, snark more. Keep building relationships with other webcomic-y types like the nifty folks behind Marlowe and Tree Lobsters. Improve my writing skills by actually writing more.

    Let’s meet again a year from now and see how well I performed, shall we?

    I hope for a 2011 filled with love, laughter, shiny toys, tasty treats, and prosperity for you all. Thank you.

  • Christmas-y Things

    First off, I would like to direct you over to that webcomic of mine for this year’s holiday event: The Quackvent Calendar 2010. (Last year the ducks presented The Twelve Days Of Christmas in their own off-kilter fashion. This year I decided that coming up with a second new set of lyrics was completely out of the question.)

    On a wholly different note, may I just say that I cannot take all of this manufactured-hype “Cyber Monday” and “Cyber Wednesday” (Really guys? Really?) shopping stuff seriously. Why? Because once upon a time, I was a young man on the Internet.

    Think about it.

  • When You Wish Upon A Yule

    Since the subject seems to have come up lately:

    • Thinkgeek Wishlist
    • Amazon Wishlist (I know, there are valid reasons not to patronize Amazon. You’re not even remotely required to buy anything from them, mind you, but it’s the only place I have access to all of the music, books and videos I want all in one storefront, so that’s where I keep the wishlist.)
    • Funagain Games Wishlist

    This entry may be updated if I find somewhere else that I should have made a list… and/or checked it twice…

  • Why, I oughtta… oh.

    So, at about one-thirty in the morning, a couple of cars pulled up right outside my window. One of them made a loud noise, and they were putting on an obnoxious light show complete with blinding white strobes. They were camped out on the street for a solid hour, blocking the driveway (to the chagrin of one of our neighbors who keep strange hours) and generally keeping me awake.

    I should’ve called the cops… OH WAIT.

    (Two Portland Police cars, one white Mustang, and eventually a tow truck for the Mustang since its driver was eventually stuffed into the back of a police car. If the one cruiser had simply toned down the rock-concert lighting effects I might’ve been able to get back to sleep. Argh.)

  • Wham, Bam, Screw You Ma’am.

    So, if my daughter’s school choir performance hadn’t been scheduled for tonight…

    And, if the #9 Broadway TriMet driver hadn’t gotten lost for a few minutes on the way home…

    …I’d have missed some guy totalling his Volvo because he was in a hurry to race the yellow light. (more…)

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