Fast Wiki

I’ve been in a bit of a nostalgia spin lately, due partially to listening again to Colin Hay’s Man @ Work and realizing that it does not actually suck like I thought it did. I saw Hay perform at the Iota a few years back and bought his Going Somewhere, which is nothing short of masterful. So anyways, I started wondering whatever happened to the other fellows in the band, you know, Greg Ham and those other ones. So I looked up his Wiki, which was painfully short, so I decided to add a bit. I wrote:

“Greg Ham is a supernatural being who can “read and persuade dull minds, who can fly, and who can balance upon one fingertip and hum Girl From Ipanema with his buttocks. He is a vegan, but only for the irony.”

My entry wasn’t up for two minutes before it was yanked. Those Wiki guys sure are on top of it. And I betcha I’m never allowed to post again, least not from this compyooter.

Worth it.

Toast Posties

Blogging is a weird avocation, one I’ve been at for a very very very very very long time. Seven years I think. Something like that. And I can tell you that bloggers get restless. Because half the fun of creating a blog is CREATING it. Setting up the WordPress account or tweaking the Greymatter or making the odd punishing decision to do the whole thing in Notepad, archives be darned. Despite the fact that most bloggy software is meant to create a stable way to create and archive content, many bloggers get downright restless now and again, either threatening not to post evar again or snapping up new domain names and shopping for new themes.

A few years ago I bought jstreet.net, and I’ve been wondering what to do with it ever since. I keep thinking it should be turned into a cool D.C. blog. And I keep trying. But I’m not a cool D.C. guy. I’m kind of a nerdly homebody who just doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that. So I keep trying to do the JStreet thing but end up back at the good ol’ tongue-in-cheek home sweet home.

So for the two of you who read this. Keep reading, I reckon. Here I am. Until next time I get a wild hair to do something else.