Tag Archives: Dustbury

The Daleks are back

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The Daleks are on the loose once more, the snow version and otherwise, complete with their traditional secret weapon: a plumber’s helper. Via Dustbury.

Miscellaneous

 * Not sure how CGHill gets "Land of Cheerfulness" out of Terra Vigoris, but I like it and the moon shot is awfully nice.

* From wedding meme to divorce parody in one week! Must be an intertubes record of some kind.

* Ann has done some supremely weird things with the look of her blog, but this one is nice. I still can’t get into her comments, however. Curse Google forever.

* Tikirobot has some strange stuff, but, so far, none are funnier than this bicycle river jump video.

* Not many people (I would guess) know that the Marx Brothers got their comedy start in Texas.

* And, speaking of Texana, it’s pretty cool that my old friend Texas archeologist Tom Hester has given Birdie Rose, who died one day shy of her ninth birthday in 1879, a special kind of immortality on the web.

Seven Things I Love

Snoopy The Goon says he’s tagged me and I have to tag seven others in this venerable blogospheric game. It’s a new one for me, but I’m honored to try.

I’ll try not to make it too, too sentimental. Inject a little humor here and there, if possible. Here goes. And, except for No. 1 and No. 2, not necessarily in this order.

1) The Creator of the Universe. Who made a few big mistakes here and there, but I know he/she/it tries. And needs all the help he/she/it can get–whether that’s in any accepted theology or not.

2) Mr. Boy and Mrs. Charm and the rest of the clan, kith as well as kin.

3) A good night’s sleep. Sometimes hard to come by in increasing old age.

4) A good read. Fiction or non-fiction, book or blog post or media article, it doesn’t matter.

5) Sitting on the condo balcony at Port Aransas at night every summer watching the twinkling lights on the offshore oil rigs. Just thinking about all that non-Saudi oil makes me happy, even if I don’t own a well.

6) Texas. Anywhere (even Houston). Anytime. Rain or shine. Drought or flood.

7) Writing. Anything. I’m presently embarked on a book of Texana, though the research is not going well. A recently completed Civil War novel is piling up the rejection slips. But I’ll keep querying agents, and probably try another one of those before long.

And now, as Mr. Goon says, to the victims: Scott Chafin, CGHill, Alan Sullivan, John Salmon, whose comments I can never get to work, so I’ll link this and, maybe, he’ll see it, JD Allen, MK Freeberg, whose WordPress comment thingie on "the blog no one ever reads (except me)," keeps rejecting me, so I’ll try another link he might see, and Akaky Bashmachkin.

Dwindling blogosphere?

So it seems:

"According to a 2008 survey by Technorati, which runs a search engine for blogs, only 7.4 million out of the 133 million blogs the company tracks had been updated in the past 120 days. That translates to 95 percent of blogs being essentially abandoned, left to lie fallow on the Web, where they become public remnants of a dream — or at least an ambition — unfulfilled."

Via Dustbury, which is still going strong after beginning in, uh, ’96? Really?

UPDATE:  Then there’s this:

"Of the 12 million bloggers on the Internet, only about 13% post daily, according to the Pew Internet and American Life Project. Even fewer — 10% — spend 10 or more hours a week on their blogs."

Note that Pew’s total blogs (12 million) does not jibe with Technorati’s (133 million). Oops!

Aborted prayer of the Webdev

our browser, which art in memory, mozilla be thy name
onLoad run, thy layout done, exactly like the PSD.
render us fast this gmail thread,
and forgive us our standards violations,
as we forgive those who use IE against us,
and lead us not into quirks mode,
but deliver our content
for thine is the pingdom
and the browser and the glory,
forever and e
what():St9bad_alloc Abort trap (core dumped)
Via Dustbury. 

CNN News Alerts

I knew the first time I got one of these new malware creations in the email that I hadn’t signed up for it because I despise CNN. The second time I read some of the "headlines," stuff designed as grabbers, like the death of an entire major league baseball team in a plane crash. I Googled the item just to be sure, found nothing and spiked the email. Dustbury is getting a lot more of them than I am.

Sure beats Doc Martens

Or just about any other of those clodhoppers some young women wear today. At least this is cute. Not enough for Miriam, but Anne likes ’em. Me, too. Sorta.