From Wes, who saw it as the signature of an email:

Bite, scratch, claw for every point, every throw.  Keep your head up on the field
and on the sideline.  Never give up, never take the foot off the throttle.  No 
mercy, no stopping, and no more excuses.

GAME TIME 

Fire. Me. Up.

"Do you have a blog?"

"Yes, I do."

"Oh? What do you write about?"

"Me."

"Huh?"

"Me. No one else seems to know more about me than I do. So, it seems to make the most sense that I should be the one writing about me."

"Um... okay."

Strangely enough, he stayed to talk to me even after that conversation.

What's worse, writing half an entry and not finishing it, or not writing at all? I'm not sure yet. I have probably three or four dozen half written notes, posts and entries sitting on my computer, my phone and my notecards, all waiting to be finished, polished and finally submitted.

Argh.

Take this one, for example, from last Friday night, which I wrote on my phone:

Having actually taken the bus this morning for my journey from Kate's to Webzine, I find myself waiting for a taxi to take me from Kate's to the Webzine party half way across town.

And I really need to look up every once in while when I type. I just wrote "@ 5@?4 ,(-1'5 +&@3@?6 5"2 & 3&7@ 3"3 3&:1 ,1 52", K&31's to" when I wasn't looking and had the symbol key locked on.

I know that taxis are a normal mode of transportation for a lot of people, but my experiences with them really are quite limited to travels from the airport and my one journey home from work.

Unsurprisingly, I feel a little nervous. Worse, I'm holding up the langpad.

Bah.

...

And now I've been here for 20 minutes, standing in the cold, waiting for this freaking taxi to show up. It's cold (SF, don't you know), and I'm late. And I'm annoyed.

Why didn't I just wear the cool clothes all day?

I actually had a lot more to say. But, well, the moment is passed, and my anger at the taxi ride has dissolved. So, do I bother to post these half written glimpses of my life? I'm inclined to post them, as even unfinished, they help document events in my life I'm sure to forget, and documenting was one of my motivations for starting this whole site in the first place.

shrug

That, and tags.

And correct paths.

Ugh.

Note to self: the turbo in the car works much better when the air conditioner is off.

As in, waaaaaay better.

I wanted to post on rec.sport.disc, but Kris told me I shouldn't. The people of rec.sport.disc have a knack for picking apart posts and shredding even the most innocent phrases.

So, here's what I wanted to post in response to this post which I believe was made by someone who clearly was not as resourceful as he should have been.

> Technology obviously failed since people could not generate ids
> in time to be added to the roster  (which again was midnight on
> Wednesday, not days before for 'slackers' and not 6 pm when the upa
> is no longer there to help when there are problems).

On the days leading up to each Wednesday deadline, IDs were generated
every two hours from 8 am until about 10pm Colorado time.

Email support for the online rostering system was also available until
past midnight each day, Pacific time.

All players who were listed as "Not Found" on a roster were reviewed
to determine if the team organizer tried in good faith to add the 
players to the roster (an ID number was close, or the player's name
was only a little off).  The UPA added such players to the rosters.

Yes, the technology and processes are new, but the UPA made every 
attempt to minimize any negative impact.  I'm not convinced the 
technology was a failure. 

But, I am, of course, biased.

Kitt.

I'm biased, because I wrote the system. I'm biased because I was doing the email support. I'm biased because I never received any help requests from the person who made the post.

shrug