Eldritch phytoplankton
Today’s googlewhack: eldritch phytoplankton. Score: 6,169,600,000.
360 northbound
Rode 360 northbound today, solo. Beautiful warm day. Hard to believe the winter Olympics are going on. Saw plenty of riders out on the road, stopped by Nelo’s shop, where there was a rep from Nimble showing off some impossibly lightweight wheels with carbon rims. He had one unlaced rim and invited me to sit on it. I did, and it didn’t seem to flex at all. Pretty amazing. Now all I need to do is rob a bank…
When I got home, the 5,000-meter speedskating event was going on. Those guys were averaging about 30 mph. I have a hard time doing that on my bike on level ground. Pretty amazing.
jackanape jigger
Ok, now I’m just being silly. The googlewhack du jour: jackanape jigger. Score: 7,073,100. I actually thought it would score lower, but this suggests a variant of the game: alliterative googlewhacks.
What’s incredible is that prolegomena delicatessen actually returns 13 hits. I mean, seriously!
Googlewhacking
Googlewhacking is a new game where you try to find a pair of ordinary words that appear together on only one web page, as revealed through a Google search. This is a little like trying to find an actor with a Bacon Number of 5.
Your score is the number of hits for each word individually, multiplied together. My contribution: zoroastrian vicuna. My score: 388,600,000.
Hazards of dating
Sometimes life is funny. In December, I went on a couple of dates with a woman, Susan. Nothing earthshaking, but it seemed promising, at least from my perspective. We met at a neighborhood coffee shop, Spider House, despite the fact that she was loyal, she said, to a different neighborhood coffee shop, Little City.
January came and went with no communication from her except something like “I’ve been really busy, I’ll let you know when I’m available.” I decided this was probably one of those “I’m trying to blow you off with out being mean about it” lines, but wasn’t certain.
Tonight I stopped by Spider House to have a cup of coffee and read a bit, and I felt wry amusement to see Susan there, apparently on a date. I tried to avoid being seen–no point in making things awkward for her.
Anyhow, I’m pretty certain now. I don’t mind being blown off, I’d just rather people be more honest about it.
e-mail finally spat out
How weird. I just got a copy of an e-mail that I received about a year ago. Must have been caught in the metaphorical throat of some mailserver somewhere that just got metaphorically Heimliched.
The first step to recovery
The first step to dealing with a problem is admitting that you have one. Ok, I have one.