I, your mad admin was there, in the beginning.
No, not that beginning (whichever one you might be thinking of), I mean the internet. Back before it was widely available, and most access was only between college campuses. Certainly before the invention of the “world wide web”. Most people used to think the web was the internet. Now probably most think that social media is the internet. Those are both incorrect.
Continue readingI suppose I might as well post something here at the end of the year.
I own a pith helmet.
Not for any particular reason, although I did wear it for Halloween once. That was just an excuse to acquire the pith helmet, I admit. I just wanted a pith helmet. Halloween aside, events where I dare actually wear it have been depressingly rare. I do wish hats in general would come back into style, besides the distressingly popular baseball cap. I do not expect to live long enough for hats to come back, alas.
So I own a pith helmet, just to own a pith helmet.
I told you I was mad.
‘Tis quite fortunate that any reader here is very much mythical. Otherwise one might wonder at the lack of updates.
Well, first of all, as your mad admin, I simply didn’t have anything to say. As last year went on, I thought about making a quick post, now and again, but… why? Then I started to wonder if I could go an entire year without making any new posts here.
Yes. Yes, I could.
No need to do that this year, though. I might throw caution to the wind and post three, maybe even four, more times this year!
Hello again, ye ol’ Mythical Readers. Yes, yes, I know you don’t exist, but please allow me my personal peccadilloes. It soothes my old man heart to pretend I’m not talking to myself (or perhaps speaking to possible but wildly improbable future digital archeologists).
Continue readingYour mad admin is increasing in age. This is true of every human not already dead, of course. But with increase of age comes an appreciation of new sources of pleasure.
For instance, I have a nigh unholy glee in taking a nap. Just wandering back to the bedroom and throwing myself down on the bed for a quick bout of slumbering. I’ve always been a huge proponent of sleep, but now that I can sleep pretty much whenever I want, it’s pure joy.
I might be aged enough now to also find shaking my canes at people to be enjoyable. I will perform rigorous testing and report any future results.
Maybe this year I’ll think of something to actually say, that’s worth typing into this all-but-abandoned place of mine. Breath-holding is not recommended.