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burbles and gurgles
04/24/2010 = 08:32 AM

Once upon a time, I would have these tiny bursts of inspiration, not big enough to talk about but too big not to share, and I would post them in my blog.

I called these "burbles." Sometimes a post would consist of one burble; sometimes I would collect a bunch of burbles and post them with an <hr> tag in between.

I took some shit for that: "For cure-iced sake, can't you pick a topic and stick to it?" or "I was going to comment on one of those, but I can't remember which one."

Now that someone has invented Twitter, it seems that the only time I have something to say in here is when I can't fit it into 140 or fewer characters.

On the one hand, it means I'm up in here less frequently; on the other hand, it's not totally killing my mad writing skills: I'm becoming adept at packing a lot of brain confetti into only a few words.

This may be helping me to become a better writer.

At least, that's my theory, and I'm sticking to it.

With that said, let's see if I can think of anything to talk about that I haven't already burbled on Twitter, or tweeted, or twatted, or whatever.

I'm concerned about the new Doctor Who. I mean, I like Matt Smith, I like the storylines, I like the new companion, but I haven't fallen in love at first sight like I did with Number Ten-Nant. And I'm irked that I'm now finding that to be a prerequisite. Curse you, Scottish Doctor, and curse your cool hair and Converse, while I'm at it.

We went to Boardhouse the other day and I ordered their foot-long hot dog, which is named after a surfboard, of course, but I am probably the only person over the age of twelve (nay, close to the age of forty) who orders it not only because it's a good quality hot dog and I like what they put on it (chili, mustard, onions, jalapeños, cheddar, and Monterey Jack), but because I like making the cashier yell to the grill, "I got a Woody out here."

I have a new niece. Usually, I don't announce this because it seems to happen once a month or so around here (comes of That Man of Mine being one of six siblings, and having a slew of step-siblings as well, one or more of whom, or their spouses, being in varying stages of gestation at any given time); however, I myself have only one sibling that isn't dead to me, and when his wife gives birth, I celebrate my fat arse off. The big problem, this time, is that I gave a Brian Anderson children's book to the first peanut in their gallery, and he hasn't done another one in time for the spare to the heir. Get on it, Brian.

I got the Full Monty (Monty Python's Flying Circus, all four series plus the live shows) for my birthday. I'm enjoying getting caught up, but I keep forgetting that not everyone is as big a geek as I am, so I make Python references at work and get blank stares in reply. I don't bother trying to refrain, though. There are plenty of people there who cultivate their own strains of geekology, so I have plenty of blank stares of my own to dole out. This means you, Tech Guy Who Made Himself a Trojan Helmet Out of Copy Paper.

You may think I should be asking you to follow me on Twitter if you don't want to miss what used to be known as Burbles on a quick-and-dirty basis, but I am loath to advise anyone to sign up for yet another new service. I like Twitter, because I don't have to format anything to speak my short little piece (in fact, I update it via email, so I don't even have to log in), but this, like anything else in the world, is a matter of personal choice.

That said, no matter what happens in the outside world, in here, you will not see Justin Bieber "trending" more than something important, such as beer.

Tags: Twitter

drinking: ice water. also got a zerowater pitcher for my birthday
listening to: the dog show, on in the other room
best part of the dog show: small dogs with long haircuts that look like they're being used to vacuum the floor when they're doing their circuit.