Leigh Reyes. My Life As a Verb.

I downloaded MacJournal to see if I can return to offline editing, the way I used to with iBlog.

Graffiti from June 30, 1921.

In the meantime, I’m switching over to this neutral look. Try not to let it bother you too much.

While I previously streamed Quicktime videos, I think I’ll just embed from Youtube or Vimeo. What do you guys think?

Why bother with horoscopes and psychic hotlines? The Google search box contains all the crowdsourced, search engine marketer-manipulated mysteries of the universe.

It tells me what I want. (Mostly song lyrics. Plus death.)

It tells me what today will be. (Lyrical. And better. I swear.)

It tells me what tomorrow will be.

And because in the real-time web all timelines are compressed, I don’t have to wait until tomorrow. I can find out tonight. (Thank heavens tomorrow and tonight agree that they will be fine.)

No wonder life is great. Not to mention awesome. (If Google results were people, 3 out of 4 people have great plus awesome lives! Good on you!)

Really, some of that love and awesomeness should go out to the social networking services. They always seem to be down.

Multiply is so down it only has two results, and one isn’t about Multiply.

Maybe if they spent their time helping people get what they want, they would feel fulfilled and awesome too.  (One can only hope that these results aren’t in chronological order.)

Or give people the answers to life’s most important questions. (I think I could sleep so much more peacefully if I knew why it was called Bluetooth.)

The meta-Google question, of course, is what happens when you google Google.  Can you trust Google with your life?

Why not, when 700 million results say Google is your friend? Just 600 million more and that matches the population of Mainland China.

For now. Suffusion had a great magazine template but I should have started with it, not tried to change into it midstream, because it requires resizing all my images so that everything looks arranged. Oh well.

Because you can never have too many infographics.

My cellphones, 2000-2009

Click to get the full-sized version.

I am grateful I do not collect watches.

Yoko and Nakaya Chinkoku

As it is, my toys are being joined by other toys (that have more of a right to be called toys).

Knights of the Round with Edward Todd

There is no more space on my desk. Even folders are being pressed into duty as backdrops.

Pocco and Conway Stewart

What’s next, I wonder? Stop-motion fountain pen and articulated figure videos?

WHEE!

The autoplayer irritated a couple of people, and it would not respond to param name equals play value equals false, so I’ve taken it out until I can figure out how to do that.