A Week’s Worth of Twitter Updates

Posted By on January 30, 2012 at 10:00 am

  • True fact: I was born the same day as Hector "Macho" Camacho. Make of it what you will. #
  • Truth. RT @IMAO_ Obama's biggest reelection challenge is that he's not very good at being president and everyone knows it. #
  • Groceries: stowed. Me: knackered. Fortunately, my recharge time is a bit less than the time it took to wear me out. #
  • So Obama's main claim to success is that he made the exact same decision WRT bin Laden that EVERYONE (other than L Ron Paul) would make? #
  • "Justified" – oh yes. This is some mighty good stuff. I hope y'all are watching it weekly. #
  • Another bout of insomnia. Hooray for me. #
  • Less than 6 weeks until #MassEffect3 drops. That should give me plenty of time for another #ME2 run-through. Maybe a Femshep? Dunno. #ME3 #
  • I think I may have re-boinked my back… time will tell. Plus, I can't feel anything but neuropathy in my right leg. Oh joy. #sux2Bme #
  • You would be amazed at how many times so far today I have intercepted cat-generated tweets and FB status updates. #
  • Work done, dinner gone, cats fed… now what do I do for the rest of the night? #
  • I think I've broken my "personal worst" record for least amount of sleep: 1 hour. I am so doomed. #
  • Is it possible to OD on 5 Hour Energy? 'Cause, I'm likely to be pushing the envelope on that proposition today. #
  • Like a baby treats a diaper. // RT @TORARADICAL: How's the afternoon treating y'all? #
  • I should stop watching car-oriented TV. I'm always tempted to have custom things done to the truck I only put 6 miles a week on. #
  • Yay, work week is done. Now I can start making my plans for world conquest… or for my grocery run later this week. Either is fine. #

The Perils of Fatigue

Posted By on January 27, 2012 at 1:17 pm

This morning, I had a brilliant insight into the GOP primary race. It was clear, concise, and (dare I say it?) profound in its perspicacity.

And then I went to bed, thinking I’d write on it when I got up.

When I woke up, it was gone. I cannot for the life of me remember what those words of genius were, or even what they might have been.

Obviously, I should have written it down before going to bed.

Not so obviously: would that alleged brilliant insight have survived scrutiny under the light of day, or would it have turned out to be mere blather?

I’d kind of like to know, one way or the other.