I’ve been doing more posting on Twitter lately than here.  My thoughts are a jumbled mess lately. 140 characters is a good limit for me.  But for those not inclined to become Twitterers, here are some highlights.  And because I love you all so much, I’ll add italicized updates after each tweet, where appropriate.

  • Had a nice flame in the fireplace tonight for four hours. Then smoke filled the house. UGH. Never using fireplace again. [And the carpet still smells of smoke.  Any suggestions?]
  • Hmmm, traffic on AugieShoots.com today is double what it usually is on a Sunday. Interesting. [Someone somewhere had to have linked through, but I can't find any evidence of it.]
  • I’m ready for it to be Friday now.   [I posted that on Tuesday. It's been that kind of week.]
  • Sat in a meeting this week where the presenter had to ask himself questions to give us information. I hate that tic. [So what do I mean by that? I mean that it bothers me greatly.]
  • Adobe Flash Installer forces me to quit Adobe Flash Installer to continue. Thus, it shall never be installed. Bizarre.
  • I don’t get the point of ReTweets, and I’m glad to see the backlash beginning against them now.
  • Is there a retweet hash tag, just so Twitter can eat its own tail officially?
  • LOST was on tonight? I used to watch that show. ::sigh:: [I still plan on catching up.  I've had to delete '24' from the DVR, though.  I'm out of time.  This baby thing is hard.]
  • Silver Surfer looks ridiculous in a loin cloth. There. I said it. [I normally don't talk comics on this blog, but I can't help myself here.]
  • Is it so wrong that it made me VERY happy today to discover that JavaScript does regular expressions? Whoo-hoo!
  • Favorite part of American Idol auditions? Job descriptions! One Salt Lake City contestant was “Font Designer.” She made it through. YAY!
  • Everyone’s happy about another over-the-hill white guy singing at half-time Sunday now? Tom Petty got killed for that sin last year. [Or was that the Rolling Stones?  Like there's a difference.  Next year: John Cougar Mellencamp, I'm sure.]