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Love on the rock

On my way to the cube farm this morning, I spotted the same woman that I saw on August 21. And she did it again. At the boulder by the soccer field, she bent over and planted a kiss on it.

It’s not even a very attractive boulder — it’s all angular and pointy. Maybe to another chunk of granite, it’s a real hunk. But I personally don’t get it.

Am I missing something? Is this a religious observance that I should be aware of? Is it a fad, like pet rocks? Or does she hope that one day, the boulder will be able to return her affections?

Somebody help me out with this one.

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Brain not think. Me need walk.

I have no more excuses. I need to write something. Tonight is the weekly Ready Or Not meeting, and as usual I have nothing to read to the group. I had planned to present the next installment(s) of Seaton’s Journal, but I have writer’s block. I know where the story is going, but the words are getting stuck somewhere between my brain and the keyboard.

And then there’s always the nagging doubt… is there any point in writing Seaton’s story? Or in the bigger scheme of things, why bother writing anything at all? Why not just shut down the computer and go for a walk in the fresh air, instead of cooping myself up in a darkened room with my face glued to a glowing screen? Don’t I do enough of that at the office?

I’ve had three coffees, but all the caffeine in the world can’t squeeze another sentence out of this cubicle dweller’s brain.

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More PHP madness

This morning’s little PHP adventure is to implement a nifty new PHP-based comment system called dotcomments. The old one is BlogOut, which works quite well and was extremely easy to add to my blog. I’d recommend it to any technophobe blogger.

The problem is that all of the comments/discussions physically reside on the BlogOut server, not mine. Should BlogOut ever pack it in, as commenting systems have been known to do, all of those wacky, zany discussions would vanish as well.

Not that anyone really needs to know any of this. Except that, should you feel like commenting on this fine Sunday morning, you will probably see two “comment” links below. Best to use the first one until I get the kinks worked out of dotcomments.

Cheers

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More misguided Googling

Someone recently found this website by searching for “meat goat project“. Is that the next sequel to the Blair Witch Project? In the Meat Goat Project, three film students encounter gastronomical terror when they get lost in Mexico. Scary stuff.

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No! Not the seeds!

I watched Dragonfly recently. About halfway though, because I was so intensely bored, I began to forage for snack foods. The weird Japanese snacks had long since run out (“…and there was much rejoicing. Yaaay.“), which left me a little wanting in the munchies department. As I scanned the cupboard, my internal monologue sounded a bit like this: “Soup? No. Dry bread? No. Rice? NO!”… and so on. I finally settled on the sunflower seeds in the shell.

What a useless snack. What kind of sadistic freak packages these things as a snack food? Twenty minutes later, I had a small pile of shells and wasn’t sure if I’d actually eaten anything. A hungry person could probably go insane trying to extract enough actual seed. I wouldn’t be surprised if this were one of the CIA’s dreaded interrogation techniques. “No! Not the seeds! Not the seeds! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you anything!”

Hmm. I notice that they have a website with the headline, “Canada’s most exciting snack food company!”

“Most exciting”? This country is deeply troubled.

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