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| November 8, 2009 is the day (or so I am told) when one of the Internet's finest souls shuffled off this mortal coil. I didn't know Dan well, but we interacted regularly online, and he was a great guy -- both a pillar of the online Battletech community and one of the best website developers I have known. He was a tireless advocate for good website design, a scholar and a gentleman, and I was proud to call him peer and friend. He died far too young, due to complications from influenza and pneumonia. The best information I have puts him at only thirty years of age. So why am I posting about it on November 25th? Frankly, the news shook me, and I hadn't felt up to writing his eulogy. Even now, words fail me -- but to let his passing go unmentioned seems by far the greater crime. Rest In Peace, Albatross. I will miss you. | | |
| And sometimes I get to feeling like I should write something substantial on this page rather than just telling you what I sang on Friday Nights. But I don't know what to write and I don't have the time or inclination, so yeah. Karaoke was pretty fun. I enjoyed singing and hanging out and drinking Dew and listening to other people sing. I have an amazing capacity to sit in a room-full of people and connect with noone and end up feeling more or less alone. I probably need to take my meds. Anyway, my Karaoke setlist for tonight was as follows: - Walk of Life -- Dire Straits
- Voodoo -- Godsmack
- Citizen Soldiers -- 3 Doors Down
- Better Man -- Pearl Jam
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| Been a while since I did one of these, and I don't believe I've ever done it literally right after the show, so for a bit of novelty let's get right to business. I sang: - Stacy's Mom -- Fountains of Wayne
- You don't love me anymore -- Weird Al Yankovic
- Voodoo -- Godsmack
- She's Got Issues -- The Offspring
- Hey Jealousy -- Gin Blossoms
- The Saga Begins -- Weird Al Yankovic (Weird Al Rule)
My dad tried to set up a second Weird Al Rule with Achy Breaky Heart by Billy Ray Cyrus. Unfortunately the show ended before I could follow up with Weird Al's Achy Breaky Song. | | |
| Oxygen. Mmm...Oxygen.
I just answered this StupidFeatured Question (because I've been too lazy to give you a real post for a bit;) you can answer it too! I mean, if you're into that kind of thing.
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| Drinkers will talk about their imbibing of poison as if it's either a necessary step towards having fun or as if it at least facilitates the process. For them that may well be the case, and if so it's likely part of the problem.
I'll admit that my own experience is limited. I've been drunk probably once in my entire life, and the total time I've spent buzzed is less worth figuring out than worth mentioning.
Even so, I think just one time with the experience is enough to begin to evaluate it.
Being drunk is like being ill -- you're physically and mentally out of sorts. Nothing works like it's supposed to, whether it's your speech center or your erectile tissue. I simply can't fathom this state being considered pleasant, or in any way useful (unless you're looking to sleep.)
And then you have to consider the sorts of things I consider fun. Most are intellectually or physically demanding, and the fun comes in confronting the challenge and overcoming it. Drinking just makes that harder, while simultaneously suppressing my ability to appreciate it, which definitely limits the already dubious appeal of using intoxication as a handicap.
So I simply can't fathom drunkenness as an avenue toward or a measure of a good time. How about you?
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