Bones - Don't worry, if you get killed and all that's left of you are your bones, a brilliant but socially awkward woman and a vampire with a soul will solve the crime using a combination of 3D imaging and sexual tension.
Cold Case - Don't worry, if you died a long time ago, a malnourished woman in blue light will catch the bad guy through the power of flashbacks.
Criminal Minds - Don't worry, if you're killed by a serial killer, a team of oddballs led by a brilliant but broken man will catch him with a combination of psychology, visual effects, and Bartlett's Quotations. With guest appearances by the cocky agent guy, the computer-bound nerd girl, and so-smart-he's-practically-autistic kid.
I can grow a beard. I just choose not to.
I recently spent $200 on a shirt that has a collar and can only be cleaned by the nice man at the dry cleaners.
The crazy guys in the park who pester me for loose change, tag my building with crap, rifle through my garbage, and scream at the muni line? Totally lost their charm.
When I do my laundry, I separate my clothes into two piles: good stuff and bad stuff. The good stuff goes on the delicate setting and gets hung on hangers. Lately, for the first time in my life, the good pile outweighs the bad pile.
Heather and I live in a small apartment building in a lovely little San Francisco neighborhood called Cole Valley. And right outside our front door is the convenient N-Judah Muni line. We can take it just about anywhere in the city at a moment's notice. That's the upside.
The downside is that we hear it. All the time. If we put the glasses too close together in the kitchen cabinet, they rattle with every approaching train. The trains come out of the Sunset Tunnel and turn down Carl Street with a metal on metal screeching like giant angry robots. But that's not the worst part.
Because of the turn in the tracks, Muni trains swing their butts out toward our building on every pass. And because of that, there's a big red zone smack dab in front of our home.
Back in May, I installed Movable Type 3 and had some criticisms. Today, with some in-house, on-couch assistance from Jay Allen, my friend and a guy who just happens to know a thing or two about the ol' MT, Heather and I upgraded to Movable Type 3.2. And I gotta say, what a difference half a year makes.
Let's revisit the kvetching.
This section is called Just a Thought. It's a blog where I post little pieces of what I'm thinking about at the moment. This page shows thoughts from November 2005, including:
The Subliminal Reassurances of Procedural Dramas
24 November 2005
10 Recent Signs that I'm Becoming a Grownup
21 November 2005
Muni, Red Zones, and Faith in Humanity
7 November 2005
Lovin' the MT Goodness
5 November 2005
1 November 2005
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Working the web since 1995, Derek Powazek is the creator of many award-winning websites, a couple of which still exist. Derek is the cofounder of JPG Magazine and the CCO of 8020 Publishing. Derek lives in San Francisco with his wife, two nutty Chihuahuas, a grumpy cat, and a house full of plants named Fred. More »
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The Subliminal Reassurances of Procedural Dramas 24 November 2005
10 Recent Signs that I'm Becoming a Grownup 21 November 2005
Muni, Red Zones, and Faith in Humanity 7 November 2005
Lovin' the MT Goodness 5 November 2005
Threaded 1 November 2005