THIS IS THE END

That's right. No more. To gosh-old-heck with Blogspot.

I decided to put my otherwise-neglected Computer Science degree to work, and coded up my own damn blog architecture to fit my needs and free me from the oppressive Googley clutches of Blogger. And I did it in the most shamelessly vain way possible:

joshmillard.com

So I'll see you there. It's much nicer, and, notably unlike this space, it will ever be updated.

Peter Suber rendered as free verse

Like birdsong
or
ritualistic dancing,
they are
colorful bits
of the explanandum.

The Little Things

You work all day, all week, going through the motions, doing whatever it is that you do during the hours you do it in order get the money you use to finance all the things you do during the hours that you don't, and then every once in a while you come across something like this:

"Dear Ms. Wrigglesworth:"

And there you go. The little things.

I've let this thing lay dormant for the Nth time. I need to do something, or make a point of doing nothing -- half-assery and blogs that don't update, this is not my vision for the online me.

band breakup

been busy.

back before long.

Selfportrait in High Window

Selfportrait in High Window
Originally uploaded by Jesus H. Shatner.

Names are so July 2005. OMG.

Pictures is what it's about these days. I'm spending some quality time with my digital camera after having neglected it for the last few months, and I'm playing around with Flickr too.

Name Duck President

So little name traffic these last couple days. I've tripped a cross a bunch of country-club names (things like Bret Whitby, say) but none of them are interesting beyond their collective ability to make me think of tennis rackets, cardigan sweaters, and cold, unloving marriages.

One morsel: Inabinett. That is a name with possibilities, right there. "Hey, honey, if you're done sneezing can you bring me the kleenex?" "INABINETT! [achoo]"

Right. Yes. Indeed.

"and shit yeah it's cool" -- Guided by Voices, "Echos Moran"

Dearth Namer

Not much on the name front today.

Melvina is to Melvin as Kelvina was to Kevin.

Academia was probably born of and raised by nerds, so at least this is pretty much self-contained.

Daniel Tanner. Nothing obvious here, except -- wait, Daniel...Danny...Danny Tanner? Danny Tanner?

Bob Sagat as television's DANNY TANNER?!

Poser Poesy

She tries for New York cool,
but now escapes a groan of truth
as I comment on her accent:
"Let me guess, you're from Duluth?"

The Nomenclature Feature

Coulter. An unremarkable name made conspicuous by pop culture. "Oh, any relation to A--" "No."

Tugwell. If it hasn't been a Bond Girl surname, something ain't right in the world.

Tiina. Another instance of that classic dilemma: is it justified by some cultural context with which I am unfamiliar, or is it just a white trash spelling tragedy?

Peterpaul. I hope this guy goes out and gets hitched to a woman named Annmarie.

Haverland. This is what the fellas from The Proclaimers were going on about in that song of theirs, so far as I can tell. Well you know I'm gonna be, gonna be the man who's Haverland t' you.

Berkery is the best American school for musical studies, according to a recent poll of Japanese high schoolers.

Mediatrix. I don't know how this ended up being a name, but it is AWESOME.

And finally, an instrument of faint praise. Gladish. As in, "well, are you glad to see me?" "I'm...Gladish."

Valerie Name, Covert CIA Operative

Two more names that pretty much guarantee you won't be prom queen:

Sloat
Strnad

And then there's Null, which invites any number of computer science jokes.

Profit is a family with old money, baby.

So, remember "Alyce" from last week? Here's another one for you:

Fenyx. Again, at a glance I actually like this, but the very thin ice between this and a hair-metal band (or a World of Warcraft character) makes me distance myself from it. And how do you suppose it's pronounced? "FENN-icks" (or maybe "FENN-ucks" for the lazier American Schwa approach) gets my stamp of approval, but I worry that "Phoenix" is a strong possibility. Oy. "Former child-star Rivar Fenyx died today of an intolerably misspelled name."

Krystyna. See above, but without the part where I have any affection toward it whatsoever. I dunno, maybe it's a totally legitimate slavic spelling or something; I'd be glad to hear as much. I suspect, however, that it's just bad, bad judgement.