I’m positively adamant that I’m not going to do any real work today, but there is quite a lot of other stuff that needs to be tidied up today, before I binge on Age of Mythology or something just as pleasantly fruitless.
First on my list is writing a personal description for a person who I cannot identify, relating to an event that dare not speak its name. The payoff could be quite impressive, so I’m trying to do a good job. The problem is that I’m really not very good at writing about myself, because I fundamentally don’t consider myself all that interesting; writing resumes is purest, driven torture, a pitched battle between “I should probably mention Some Project” and “boy, it looks so inane spelled out like that”. (No, I don’t know why you’re reading this either.) It’s already 2pm and I haven’t made anything resembling solid progress.
I also need to set up a web site for my mother, though she hasn’t really settled on what she wants her domain name to be. I guess I’ll pick the last one she mentioned in my presence, and she can bother me if it bothers her.
And, of course, I need to protect my wife from the contents of our home:
You know those chocolates I told you to hide? Where are they?
Poor, weak Tyla.
If you don’t have a lot of things to do today, I highly recommend spending some time with Boing Boing. Cory Doctorow is nothing short of a genius, as you would already know if you’d read his most excellent short story 0wnz0red. Make haste.
I have still not been able to acquire Phil’s Christmas present, but I have a promising lead to follow up on tomorrow. I hope he likes it, or is at least convincing in his fakery.