J.P.

So as I have been out wandering the roads this weekend (more on that in a separate post), my mind has been digesting the events of the week and filing away the necessary stuff and moving the fluff to the garbage bin. I like to think of it as a brain defrag, though if my brain was a hard drive it would be running OS X and not Windows meaning it wouldn’t be in such dire need of a defrag.

I think I’m digressing again.

One of the things I have been thinking about is my blog and how it has been filling my needs pretty well over the past couple of months, aside from the security breach that raised a little havoc. That got me thinking about the comments left on the blog; I have a tendency to respond to the email directly instead of adding my comment to the blog. I mentioned this a couple of weeks ago when I asked if replies to the comments were emailed to the original commenter; responses to that question were mixed.

I think I’d like to make the blog a little more interactive and make it have a more open feeling where people could post comments. I’m not going to ask for comments; it kind of irks me when someone writes a blog entry and ends it with a question to encourage discussion. That brings up two scenarios in my head: 1. reading Highlights as a kid where at the end of the article about something like birds we are asked “what is your favorite bird? Maybe you’d like to sit down and write an essay about your favorite bird” and 2. HR driven meetings at work where we are given the state of the company in a boring speech that requires blasts of cold air and an air horn to remain awake, only to be instructed to “get into focus groups with three people you don’t know” and coming up with a solution to the company’s problems. Whiteboards are usually involved and the only enjoyable part of those discussions is the intoxication from the fumes of the dry-erase markers. “I’ll write! I’ll write!”  I usually exclaim that.

I’m not really looking for validation of my thoughts here on this bloggy thing but rather I’m just looking for the viewpoints of others. For example, the greasy woman driving the Barney van yesterday… do people share my concerns about bad drivers on the road today? There I am asking a question and looking for an answer.

You can borrow my dry erase markers. They’re groovy grape.

So today is Friday and it is feeling like a Friday to me. And that’s a good thing. I am in the mood to relax this weekend. Well, I’m actually probably going to do some catch up work for a few hours on Sunday and some odds and ends around my studio on Saturday, but other than that I am planning on relaxing and taking it easy.

I’m finding myself feeling a big sigh of relief that it’s Friday. My favorite phrase of the week at work has been “forward motion” and I feel that The Big Project is making enough forward motion to keep the masses happy and all of us productive at the same time. And due to a few connections put into motion at work, I now have a 15-inch MacBook Pro with 24-inch Cinema Display, bluetooth keyboard, Magic Mouse and nifty carrying bag for my use at the office. That’s why I can do some work this weekend and get caught up. I have the only Mac in the entire building, since it was shipped to me from another office elsewhere in the country and quite frankly it has already made my work life much easier. I guess I just think Mac. The Windows computer sits to the side, ready to help if I come across something that I haven’t figured out how to deal with on the Mac, since we are all about Microsoft at work, but so far it’s been relegated to resting and providing USB power for my iPhone.

As I was pulling into a parking space at Dunkin’ Donuts this afternoon a woman driving the car to the immediate right of the space decided to pull out. She cut the left hand turn short, like so many people in this part of country do, and cut across the upper third of my space as I was pulling in. There was no contact between our vehicles but there was only one or two centimeters between us. She glared at me like I was wrong for pulling into a parking space. She had been lighting a cigarette while she was making the short left hand turn. I just glared back. Her minivan was adorned with a big Barney like creature on the side but she was the only one in the van. She looked greasy. This had the potential of frustrating me, even though there was no incident other than a close call, but after screaming every blue word I could think of and rejecting the idea of hunting her down with a paint gun (not worth the effort), I decided to smile and enjoy the remainder of the day.

After all, the weekend is just four hours away.

Since everything is working here on the site again and the weekend doesn’t have a lot of int’s plate, I’ll probably do more blogging than I usually do on the weekend. While cleaning up the hacked mess of the site last night, I looked at the traffic stats for the first time in over two years. The most popular entries involve defunct department stores, pictures of bearded men and the picture of me at the barbershop when I had that really big mustache. I have more daily readers than I could ever imagine, though they don’t say much in the comments section. I guess I rant or write statements more than I ask questions, so that’s normal I guess.

I’ll just keep on doing what I’m doing and smiling along the way.

So this morning I had to give a big presentation to the “leadership team” on the status of the project I am working on. The presentation went well and I received word that folks thought I did a good job, but I still breathed a big sigh of relief when it was done with. I don’t have a problem standing up and making a presentation to my peers, I do it on a semi-regular basis, and lord knows I used to talk to lots of people when I was on the radio, but there’s something about conducting a presentation over a conference call when someone else has control of your slides that I find unnerving. Nevertheless, I consider that part of the mission as accomplished. No need for a banner on a boat. Let’s move on to the the next task.

Earl is in Buffalo on business but before he left in the wee hours this morning he was kind enough to make me a wrap for lunch. It was relatively healthy and more importantly, insanely yummy, so I am content. To celebrate my successful completion of the presentation and the delicious lunch, a friend decided to join me. I shared a bite of the wrap with him. Maybe it’s a her. I don’t know.

Speaking of conspiracies, the Emergency Alert System will be activated nationwide for the first time today at 14:30 EST. They keep mentioning this on the news, because apparently the design of the system might not trigger notifications that “this is only a test”. I find this unnerving because a. the new Emergency Alert System was implemented in 1994, so they’ve had nearly 20 years to get the bugs out and b. This is the first time they’ve set it off nationwide, even though it’s been used locally since 1994? Now there’s a government efficiently using technology to make our world better. When do we think they’ll figure out how to broadcast EAS alerts to cell phones, 2025?

Personally I think the Emergency Alert System is horrible because they fire the damn thing off so much. Every time there’s a rumble of thunder or more than two-inches of snow they fire it off and scare everyone into “milk and bread mode”. To make matters worse, the new sound (what I call the “duck farts”) are incomprehensible to many. I say the EAS should be like it’s predecessor, the Emergency Broadcast System, which was fired off only in the event of a catastrophe (like nuclear war, etc) and scared the fuck out of you with it’s ear piercing, two-tone notification sound. Back in my day, we knew when to sit under our desks to ride out nuclear holocaust, today we just get more milk and bread from senseless panic.