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Well ExcuuuuuuUUUUse Me!

A blogger sent me a nasty email, calling me a jerk because I left a “snotty” comment on her blog. Evidently I was supposed to read her mind and know that her blog was directed toward consumers, and that dissenting opinions from licensees were unwelcome. This is my fault. Right.

Two thoughts:

  1. If you don’t like comments, don’t blog.
  2. If you want to blog and get no comments, disable them.

If a comment is unwelcome, remove it. But emailing me and calling me a jerk just reveals a very unflattering side of this woman.


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I finally got around to watching a DVD of the latest Star Trek with Chris Pine as Jim Kirk. Since I am one of the few people in the world who knows that the original series was based on Plato’s Republic, I should have seen the thing the day it was released. Under ordinary circumstances, I might. But it’s been a little busy around here lately.

Anyway, the movie is a prequel of sorts, but set in an alternate reality when the damn Romulans invade from the future and screw things up. Damn Romulans. So there are all sorts of things you don’t expect, like Uhura sucking face with Spock. Some purists don’t like it. I did. Not the Vulcan necking necessarily, but the whole thing. The chemistry was there. The characters were young again, which is big. As much as I like Bill Shatner, seeing a 60 year old guy in a toupee doesn’t really scratch the hero itch you know? And I could just hear a whole theater applaud when Scotty or Bones say their signature lines. I just wish my brother Paul were here to enjoy it with me.

Next, when I get a chance: Quantum of Solace.

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I’m a little burned out on networking websites. I Twitter, I’m active on Facebook, I have a LinkedIn account, and at some point I’ve at least set myself up on plenty of others. I am a maniac on Active Rain. I have a YouTube channel. I have a Technocrati profile. Digg. Reddit. In real estate I’m on Zillow and Trulia, and that is just the tip of the iceburg. If you think I do this because it’s fun, you’re nuts. It is all about search engine optimization, or getting found and fostering readership, some of whom will eventually become clientèle. Writing the blog is fun; I love to write. It is enjoyable, therapeutic, and relaxing. The other stuff is work.

Which brings me to Plaxo. They’ve been spamming emailing me for years, and today I broke down and linked Plaxo with my Facebook to minimize my efforts (I hope). I must admit that when I see other people who seem to have the whole networking site universe set up with aplomb I get a little jealous. I just don’t want to do all the work. And don’t get me started on Typekey, WordPress, signing into things with my Yahoo!, Google, AOL, or other established account. I know the importance of this stuff, but I have to earn a living.

Of course, when I finally get my act together with all this stuff, it will go the way of MySpace. A pimp’s work is never done.

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The pics say it all. More commentary here.



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Here’s how they do it in my old neighborhood every Christmas Eve:

More photos here and here.

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Most likely because my older brother was a diabetic, we had a dearth of things to snack on growing up. Consequently, I had to make due with strange stuff on which to nosh. Tuna fish with Italian dressing, cheese & crackers, and soup seemed to sustain us between meals. And Olive Condite. Progresso Olive Condite.

I can still remember Sundays at Osage Drive. I was the altar boy at 10:45 mass, Dad was the lector, and Mom was in the choir. Afterward, we’d go to the Ossining Bakery for hard rolls. At home Mom would make hard boiled eggs and we’d have brunch of sorts while we watched Abbott and Costello or the Bowery Boys on Channel 11. These were the pre cable days, so if it was football season and the Giants were the early game we’d have good reception on Channel 2. The Jets were on Channel 4, which wasn’t as good. The Yankees were on Channel 11 also, and that reception bad, but it was the Yankees, so someone fiddled with the rabbit ears until the picture was clear.

Now, at some point, you’d get a little peckish for a nibble. The choices were sparse: hard boiled eggs, a buttered roll, and maybe a pickle. Even after Paul went away to Cornell my folks had drunk the health craze kool-aid, so no Doritos or Twinkies were to be had. Sometimes, in a far corner of the fridge, I’d spy that short bottle with the blue label: Progesso Olive Condite. Olives, vinegar, salt. A tasebud orgy. Lord knows, it didn’t fill you up. But was it tasty.

We don’t have much Progresso on the shelves around here for some reason. Grand Union is now C-Town, and there is a whole aisle of Goya. Yet just like that old refrigerator, in a corner of the store there is that olive condite. It’s made by a different company, but it still tastes great. That’s the bonus-when I was young, it just tasted good. Now, it tastes good, and it takes me back.

Olive Condite

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Ann has begun a her first blog, entitled  Dwellings. I have thought that she should blog for quite some time; she has a voice. It is also therapeutic. She started it on Blogspot a few days ago, which I found ironic- I just migrated my old postings from Typepad to WordPress. I told her that she should migrate to Worpress because I was familiar with it and could help her with tags, etc.

Long story short, not a good move. She’s happy with the Blogger interface, and WordPress won’t let her duplicate her theme, or even a close approximation. So a simple migration becomes a project. We don’t need more projects around here. I’d rather learn Blogger than have her learn WordPress when we have a night of Elf Work ahead of us, and the lightest week of the year to look forward to to catch our breaths. Why is nothing simple?

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