Cranky-D

My one-point entry about 50 cent garnered two outside comments. I think that alone deserves a re-count on my points for that post.

The fact that the host probably gets mucho hits because of his stature is, of course, not relevant. That would just skew the whole thing. Also, the comments were in reference to Fat Joe. Apparently, just because I made a lame little post on the subject, and mentioned Fat Joe, I’ve become a Fat Joe expert. Ah, the irony.

Cross posted to the dead pool

Nothing like returning to my blogging roots, as it were. Which, in this case, means late night or early morning posts under the influence.

It’s not a habit like it used to be. It’s the exception rather than the rule these days. I’ve been pretty good about maintaining a proper decorum. And yet, here I am again.

I totally forgot what I was going to post about. So, instead, I may just ramble on a bit.

I just made up a title and put it in. It’s now new time today rather than yesterday’s old time. I usually mark the transistion from night to day either when I’m asleep (which I usually am at this time these days) or by the time when daylight rears its ugly head.

Now we’ve lost an hour. Of course, we haven’t lost anything. Instead, an arbitrary system of marking the hours has been adjusted to give us more daylight hours for the time when sane and normal people are actually awake.

I’ve been trying to be one of those sane and normal people. However, it’s so easy to backslide into old behavior, especially when you work at home and already have a reputation for keeping odd hours. During the week I seem to manage to toe the line relatively well. Over the weekends, though, I go right back to my old behavior.

It’s 6 am new time, but still dark, thank goodness.

I’ve been bad about work lately. I intend to tell my immediate supervisor to not pay me for last week. I didn’t do enough to warrant being paid. I have a new project and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it. I hope this isn’t a trend because if it is, I’m doomed. I did a lot of thinking, but there’s no code to show for it. And in my line of work, if there’s no code, nothing really happened.

Okay. Nothing more to say. I think I’d better wrap it up and go to bed. When it’s this close to daylight hours, I usually tie a bandana around my eyes to block out the impending daylight. I dont’ know if I’ll do that this time. Probably.