Wil has his site back up, which pleases me. If the guy’s career ever falls completely through, he could always come work for the helpdesk at my company, he’s that much of the right kind of geek. Cripes, he even plays Diablo II.
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The class was fine, thanks for asking. Also, thanks for all the helpful comments about the site: I’m really happy with the subtle alterations I ended up with. Props to Rey, whom I bugged regularly all afternoon with calls to his work phone of “dude, go check it again”. This annoyance factor apparently motivated him, and he finally put a blog up. I like.
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My site stats (a must for the shamelessly narcissistic) tell me that I’m near my personal high for page hits today (I’ve been tracking them since I started seriously blogging, and the per-month numbers continue to triple). There are only two days since June that were (much) higher, which happened right after Aimee linked to me.
No, I’m not doing this for the hits, but I do like knowing who and how many stop by, and at some level I’m curious to see where it will plateau. (Or, cynically, where it will peak.)
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I should have mentioned this earlier, but I checked out TC’s blog (since he was putting up such interesting comments here at the Cave), and I’ve found it really enjoyable. I really dig it when I find another person worth reading.
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Jackie had her class-project group of girls (I know there’s some other name for them, but I don’t remember it) over to the house tonight, so I spent the main part of the evening staying out of the way by watching the first four (or five, I might go back down for another) episodes of the third season of B5. Certain mysteries of the universe revolve around how I missed this freakin’ show when it was first out. (Okay, no: I didn’t watch TV for about 5 or 6 years — that pretty much explains it.)
It’s always fun when her group comes over, because (a) they like my dog and (b) they think I’m cool. I enjoy any roomful of women who think I’m cool. (Don’t believe me? Assemble a roomful of women intent on thinking I’m cool, and I’ll FIND A WAY to get there.) Part of this stems from the fact that they see me doing Super-Husband things — then again, part of the reason I’m doing such things at that time is because there are people there I’m trying to make a good impression on.
This isn’t entirely for me: I think it’s nice for Jackie if her friends envy her a little. This is easier with her friends at work, since with very few exceptions, their personal histories with the men of their lives resemble hurricane-force shit-storms. (I don’t mean to put too fine a point on it.) I have no idea how her classmates personal lives are — I’ve met a few of the ‘other husbands’, and they seem fine, but someone asked tonight if they could ‘borrow’ me.
I refer to my previous ‘roomful of women’ thing — I’m there. The only problem is I blush when faced with compliments. Seriously. I duck my head and push my toe around in the dirt, like a head-shaved 30-year-old Opie. Pathetic.
