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In the News: Be Afraid

Don’t Talk to Invisible Strangers – New York Times and IMs: What’s a Mother to Do? – Washington Post—goodie! More fearmongering article to annoy me. It’s not that I don’t believe that people (not just kids, but anyone) can get into trouble on the Internet. Hell, be honest. Anyone can get into trouble anywhere by sharing the wrong information with the wrong person. Only the clinically paranoid would conclude that people should never ever talk to anyone else as a result. Yet the conclusion of these sorts of articles is a catalogue of fears and a long list of don’ts that ultimately result in families severely limiting access or taking away access altogether. Just once I’d like to see a positive spin on building community and establishing safe online persona. As long as fear sells though, it’s not likely to happen. What we need to be afraid of is how fear is shaping our ways of moving through the world.

Daily Work: Filth Management

For reasons that still aren’t clear to me, I went to bed last night at 10:30, and I actually got hours and hours of great sleep. Woke up completely refreshed, and ready to tackle the world. From this well-rested perspective, I found myself absolutely annoyed with the messiness of my desk in the office. I spent the bulk of the day on a Filth Management Project, cleaning up junk, putting away stuff from lessons that have already published, clearing piles of mail, putting away lingering holiday decorations that had stacked up. It’s so lovely to rediscover your desk. I even found time to take care of some online detritus, cleaning up broken links on the site.

Daily Work: Opossum Trauma Abates

The harrowing night of the opossum yielded to the treacherous morn of the opossum. In other words, when I got up this morning, he was still in the driveway. He hadn’t moved since that rolling over that I noticed at 9 PM last night, so I decided that he had to be dead or extremely stupid. What opossum lies in the same place for that long, especially when there’s very bright sunshine and a barking dog in the neighbor’s yard.

So I called Animal Control, and they told me that they don’t deal with wildlife so I’d need to call a pest control company. Great. So I called the office to alert them to the fact that I was going to have to figure out how to get rid of a opossum before I could come in. Fortunately, Sharon reminded me that my driveway was really the alley, so he was technically a opossum in the street. Lo and behold, the phone book actually has a listing under Public Works labeled “dead animals in the street.” I called them, and they said they’d send someone over. That crazy critter was out of my way in 10 minutes. All hail Public Works!

Sharon says that the lesson we have learned here is that if opossums die in your yard, get a shovel or rake and shove them into the street so that you don’t have to deal with them.

I know it’s heartless of me to think not of the poor soul of the opossum. In his last moments of life, I threw rocks at him and wished him ill. I am currently punishing myself for this evil by building a memorial in the driveway, er, alley. I believe a large stone marker and memorial tree would be best, but I’ll have to get city approval first and the city hall people didn’t sound too pleasant when I talked to them about this shrine.

Musings: Playing Opossum

This evening when I got home from work, I was “greeted” by a opossum, lying across the driveway (artist’s representation). He won’t move. I drove up to him, and he just sat there. I beeped at him. I finally had to drive around him to get the car to the garage. After getting my stuff in the house, I went back out and politely asked him to leave. He didn’t respond. I threw rocks at him, not to hit him but to land near him and convince him to move along. On the third rock, he lifted up his head and looked at me, then put his head back down. I have checked hourly or so all evening, and he is still there. He rolled over a bit around 9 pm, but otherwise, he seems to really like that particular spot in my driveway. What the hell am I supposed to do with a opossum in my driveway? Damn his opossum ass.

Daily Work of a Sort

I finally gave up on the GIC blog publication as it was and put the blog on my other server. So now available for your perusal is tengrrl @ gic.blogshares.com. Other than that, I watched the Oscars and mainly lamented my lackadaisical existence.

Daily Work: Lazy Disappointment

I’m such a wastoid today. I never managed to get any of the things done that I should have this weekend. How do I manage to accomplish so little? I know. By sleeping all day. But I just can’t manage to do anything other than sleep. I did watch the Oscars, and I finally gave up on the GIC blog, which means that I choose somewhere else to put it. I tried and tested over and over, but it just won’t publish to my regular site. I ended up putting it on the Lists of Ten site, but at least it’s live and published now: tengrrl @ gic.blogshares.com.

For Windows: Free! Icons for your website or application at MaxPower

Not sure that I’ll ever need a huge collection of Free! Icons for your website or application at MaxPower, but it’s one of those things I figured that I better save or I’d never be able to find it again.

In the News: Bloggers on the Reasons Behind Their Daily Words

Bloggers on the Reasons Behind Their Daily Words—I’m sure that I’m supposed to comment on why I blog if I link to this article. The answer, sadly, is who knows; but I’ll try to come up with something more reasonable:

• to record various things I’m doing for later use (like this article)
• to describe events and thoughts that are significant to me
• to think about why am I how I am
• to prove I exist

I hope that’s good enough, cuz that’s the best that I can come up with right now.