I don’t know what got into me this weekend. Especially yesterday when I banged out four posts. I didn’t do them one after another, but wrote and posted each one after some activity. I typed right off the top of my head, formatted, published, and tweaked a bit after publishing. That was it.
It occurred to me I’m really blogging now, as the word “blog” is a portmanteau (one word made of two smushed together, you Philistine) of “web log.” Well. Imagine that. After fumbling blindly with this for three years come this March, I’m finally getting the hang of it.
Now for the trippy part: of a rant on Google Analytics, another about last night’s lousy Grammy Salute to The Beatles, a meme with Jesus chasing the moneychangers out of the temple, and some week-old Super Bowl Food Porn, the Super Bowl Food Porn owned the pageviews. Apparently I’m not the only one who can’t get enough of my wife’s bacon-wrapped cream cheese jalapeño poppers.
She also makes a killer breakfast quiche. With turkey bacon. The photo doesn’t do it justice, and as food photography is another learning curve I’ve yet to master, here’s a photo I found of a bacon cheeseburger wedding cake:
Thus fortified, we sally forth to finish Chapter 22, in which we’ll learn the ultimate fate of a major character before setting out to procure an item that will prove most decisive in settling the Final Battle.
It’s Week 7 of the New Old Year, culminating in Valentine’s Day and the Ides of February, taking us halfway through the second month of 2014. Let’s finish a few things so we can get on to the big What’s Next!
It occurred to me I’m really blogging now, as the word “blog” is a portmanteau (one word made of two smushed together, you Philistine) of “web log.” Well. Imagine that. After fumbling blindly with this for three years come this March, I’m finally getting the hang of it.
Now for the trippy part: of a rant on Google Analytics, another about last night’s lousy Grammy Salute to The Beatles, a meme with Jesus chasing the moneychangers out of the temple, and some week-old Super Bowl Food Porn, the Super Bowl Food Porn owned the pageviews. Apparently I’m not the only one who can’t get enough of my wife’s bacon-wrapped cream cheese jalapeño poppers.
She also makes a killer breakfast quiche. With turkey bacon. The photo doesn’t do it justice, and as food photography is another learning curve I’ve yet to master, here’s a photo I found of a bacon cheeseburger wedding cake:
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| The champagne fountain runs cold draft pale ale. This is how a boss gets married. |
Thus fortified, we sally forth to finish Chapter 22, in which we’ll learn the ultimate fate of a major character before setting out to procure an item that will prove most decisive in settling the Final Battle.
It’s Week 7 of the New Old Year, culminating in Valentine’s Day and the Ides of February, taking us halfway through the second month of 2014. Let’s finish a few things so we can get on to the big What’s Next!
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