Site Notes

The writing that I'm not doing

It's kind of hard to motivate myself to spend time in front of the computer after spending all day in front of the computer. You may have noticed that my content comes in fits and spurts--nothing for a week, and then four or five things in a day. I'm trying to be more diligent, but it's kind of hit or miss.

In retrospect, I probably should have called it something else.

In which Sig muses on domain names, site names, and search terms.


Yes, I'm still alive. And I'm working on relatively thoughtful post, but it's not coming together quite right, so you'll have to wait. Chill.

I was officially promoted yesterday; my CO from Afghanistan came in from his civilian job to do the honors. SSG Smallville is back from Korea and was on hand to stick me with the velcro SGT rank that I'd been carrying around in my pocket ever since he was promoted (from SGT to SSG) last summer.

My first official duty as a noncommissioned officer in the United States Army National Guard was to do the dishes. They needed doing. May I always find and do the tasks that need doing.


Holding pattern

Wow, no updates for five days. That's got to be some sort of record since I've been home.

On colors and words and the thoughts behind them

In which several PDA-friendly solutions are floated, a new system of classification is implemented, and a hamster dies.

State of the art

In which SigSpace becomes newer and prettier.

Job fairs are for pathetic losers.

Not a lot jumped out as far as job opportunities, though we had fun trying to figure out what some of the companies do. As with my father-in-law's business, the descriptions and names are so vague and bland that I can only conclude that they are fronting for the mafia. Try getting them to admit it, though.

Matters of Classification

For example, I was going to write a post about going to the range with my new rifle yesterday--would that go under weapons (military), weapons (entertainment), or even family (in-laws)? Or maybe even Soviet history (military), since it's a 1938 combat rifle from the Soviet Union?

OCS: On Civilian Streets

Finally, word came down: we're done, go home. After sitting around for 4 hours, we had a small company formation, a very brief "Good war, everybody, let's do it again next year" speech, and were dismissed. </war>

So much to say

Part of the problem with being disconnected is that you spend a lot of time thinking about the things you will do when you are connected again--people you will see, stuff you will do, website updates you will write. Then you get connected and you can't remember any of that crap, so you sort of wander around the house in a daze, drinking coffee. Or, if you're trying to cut down on your caffeine intake on the recommendation of the counselor (who assured me that my anger is healthy and normal), you think about drinking coffee all day long.

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