Free Fallin'

In the past few years, when asked to describe the environment in which I work, I used to state that it was akin to "working for a dot-com that will never go under."

I may turn out to be very, very wrong.

Sign in Stranger

When you've not posted to your blog in over a month--despite having plenty of things to type about--and you're looking to get back in the saddle, what's the best way to go about it? Update your link list.

So, the New Beast that I last spoke about here has almost finished its journey toward publication. Link's on the right.

Children Are Our Future

So, the mini-BG occasionally goes to a nearby museum that has nifty child-focused activities during the week. One afternoon she crafted what appeared, at first glance, to be two-thirds of a snowman. Its base was painted royal blue and it had two plastic beads for eyes.

When our nanny asked her what it was, she replied simply:

"It's art."

Got My Mind Set on You

I haven't had a new cell phone in...well, ever, actually. The one I use now is a cast-off of MLW's, who long ago left the realm of ordinary mobiles for the greener pastures of smartphones.

I was tempted to snag an iPhone when they first came out, but I was a little hesitant to pick one up because of AT&T's rather plodding network and I really didn't want to have to sacrifice one of my limbs in order to procure one.

Now the arbiter of geek chic has announced that both of my reasons for hesitation have been eliminated. So, I've been socking away money in the form of Apple gift cards, the new device is going to be released around my next birthday, and I soooooo want this.

Unfortunately, I'll be out of state on the day the phone is released, and Apple is now strongly pushing for in-store activation. Any of my intelligent readers know if it's possible to get a new number in your home area code regardless of where you're making your purchase?

And to All a Good Night

We interrupt the frequent publishing schedule of this blog to bring you the Christmas holiday.

Happy holidays all!

Busy Prepositions

Hey, I remember you!

My apologies, dear blog, but much of my non-work life has been consumed by work on the New Beast, which is living up to its name. There's been plenty of topics I could blather on about within your nifty little interface, but precious little time to do them justice. Or, well, string together a few sentences in a random, occasionally coherent fashion, as is the usual style with my posts.

But I've not abandoned you entirely, dear blog. Just almost entirely. Forecast calls for a "return to normal" sometime in November.

East Side, West Side, Everybody's Coming Down

I can now report--with no small measure of pride--that the beach ghostlette is able to sing the entire first verse of "Meet the Mets."

Complaints from Yankees fans can be submitted in the comments field.