Well, out of necessity, I think the move is progressing. control-h.org should be up on its new platform. Hopefully I don’t fuck it up, and it’ll run for about five years. (Will I live five more years? Good question.)
Sampling through old entries on OD with twelve in them. From Christmas Eve, 2001.
Yah, so my parents bought me a bicycle for christmas. Hmm. Yet another hobby for me that involves the risk of serious bodily injury…..Let’s look at them, shall we?
– Binge Drinking
– Mountain Biking
Yep, I’m a goner. But I’ve decided I’m going to live long enough to see Halley’s Comet again.
I don’t know why I was so negative about this. Maybe it just seemed like there wasn’t a lot of effort put into it.
I’m guessing that was largely because of my age at the time, and the circumstances of the new post-9/11 world.
I was going into my last semester of college, and working quite a bit. My recreational time consisted of driving around aimlessly with interruptions for stops at all-night diners.
I think, by this point, I did have Saturday nights off, at least, after working the early morning shift.
Would I enjoy being able to ride that bike these days? Yes. Maybe not as much as skiing. Certainly not as much as being able to see, speak, etc..
Skiing would be nice, too.
Anne Heche died. What a strange story. Trying to forget Phil Hendrie doing a bit on her when she decided she was tired of being with Ellen. Yes, there was an intonation about her needing baby batter.
The next was the story on Salman Rushdie’s stabbing in NYC.
The NeoHippies on Twitter seem to be pretty silent about it. Can’t say that I’m surprised. For them, the world started in 2003.
Nope. I remember.
I remember the PanAm flight over Scotland we were worried my uncle was aboard.
This stuff isn’t as new as you all are convinced it is. And you’re doing yourselves a disservice by listening to 1970s peaceniks who seemingly missed all of the 1980s; what happened to Ceausescu?
Yeah, I won’t be waiting around.
Time to go watch Beavis and Butthead, and have dinner with my wife.