Life of a co-blogger
My first attempt at the subject read “Life of a co-booger,” which may have been more appropriate.
Just noticed that our host, Mr. Uncle, posted about not “feeling it” and hence wasn’t being very verbose here lately. He proceeded to wag his finger at us co-boogers for not filling up some space.
As some of you may remember, my company was bought recently. The bastard network people at the new place have web filters installed to keep us out of evil websites like Yahoo mail. Additionally, Mr. Uncle tends to post on such keen topics as “penis” and “porn” and other tidbits the filters don’t appreciate. Since I’m at work an average of 10-12 hours a day, that’s a lot of filtering. And since I’m at work an average of 10-12 hours a day, the wife gets pissed when I come home and get on the computer. And since I’m at work an average of 10-12 hours a day, I don’t watch the news much anymore anyway.
So, the topics I start to write about include what I know recently: work and home improvements, neither of which are of any interest to anybody else.
Like Mr. Uncle, I’m having a hard time feeling the urge to comment on things political lately. After that two-year election debacle, I think my mind just can’t cope with political thought and therefore it would rather spend quality time at home faux finishing the walls and teaching our new cat how to sleep all night. Neither of which I’m very good at.
As a co-booger, I do feel bad about not posting though, so I pop up every now and again with mindless chatter like this to help earn my keep. By the way, I noticed that Mr. Uncle hasn’t recently posted about enemas, so I took the liberty of making sure the site gets content blocked tomorrow at work.
February 4th, 2005 at 9:20 am
Ah, those pesky content filters. Perhaps you could proxy server in. I hear that works but don’t know what it means.
February 4th, 2005 at 10:15 am
I could always just use Remote Desktop and connect to my home PC from work. Like I’m doing right now. But don’t tell anyone.