July 8th, 2009


Unproductive Night ... Doesn't Accomplish Much

I thought it would sound better than "unproductive night is unproductive," anyway.

Last night laurie_robey and I spent something like two hours fighting with my Palm TX, trying to make it synch with my (relatively) new Vista machine. No dice. USB, WiFi, Bluetooth ... nothing could get the two things to communicate beyond an introductory handshake.

This is quite an irritation to me, as I am more than a little dependent on the "to do" list functions in Outlook to keep me focused at any given time, and without my little PDA to carry along with me, I have no way to view and/or update it when I'm not at home — which is one of the reasons I haven't been getting much done in the past several months. (A minor reason, but a reason nonetheless.)

So now I have to figure out what to do about it; I don't really want to go out and get a Crackberry, iPhone, or other such wallet-chewing beast, but the simple fact is that Palm seems to be going the way of the dodo, and it's taking what's left of the PDA industry with it.

One thing I did accomplish last night was to get some exercise — specifically, four games of DDR playing five songs each. My lungs kvetched about it — asthmatic lion has trouble breathing — but I can't just keep letting my weight creep up and my endurance creep down. Besides the fact that I've already found myself unable to wear one of my recently-bought vests, Dragon*Con is only two months away and that's going to require a lot of walking.

Anyway, gotta work on job stuff now, so I'll end it here. But if anyone has a viable suggestion re: PDA, I'd love to hear it.

-The Gneech
Party Guy


Happy belated birthday to pholph, sinha_lion, mspinstripesuit, kagur, russ_arulo, nicodemusrat, thornwolf, dduane, ralph_lycanth, snapcat, patchworkjester, aeto, longtail, djarums, chef_troy, hallan, pegasus316, usdutchkitty, unclekage, tygercowboy, ramalion, hbar98, blackfeather, indigoangelcat, tyrnn, ceruleanst, deliasherman, rahball, spunkywulf, jfd62780, and yappyfox! Sorry for the delay in your birthday wishes, but life's been like that. Have some Forgotten English (©Jeffrey Kacirk)!


To sleep. In the old pugilistic days, a man knocked down, or "out of time," was said to be "sent to dorse." But whether because he was senseless, or because he lay on his back, is not known, though most likely the latter. Formerly spelt dorse; [from] Gaelic dosal, slumber.
—John Camden Hotten's Slang Dictionary, 1887

To dorse with a woman signifies to sleep with her.
—Francis Grose's Classical Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, 1796

Boxing Etiquette

On this date in 1889, the last of the bare-knuckle boxing contests was held in the sawmill town of Richburg, Mississippi. In this heavyweight matchup, John L. Sullivan outlasted Jake Kilrain in a two-and-a-quarter hour slugfest not decided until the seventy-fifth round. At that time, and for the next thirty-five years, French prizefighters continued to observe the old custom of kissing one another on both cheeks just before they squared off, a Neuschwanstein after being introduced to the crowd. But in 1925 the French Boxing Commission, finally realizing the irony of this strange salute, decided that enough was enough and discontinued the kissing tradition.

A dorse is a dorse, of course, of course. BTW, for those wondering, "Neuschwanstein" is better known as "Mad Ludwig's Castle." I don't have any clearer idea what it means in this context than you do.

-The Gneech
Six Million Dollar Man

All the News That's Fit to Text

Fit the First: panthras is here, sitting at the dining room table and probably posting to his LJ even as I write this.

Fit the Second: I am now the owner of a HTC Touch Smartphone With Touch Screen, which synced up perfectly with Outlook, perhaps even too perfectly, as now I have to figure out how to tell it not to delete e-mails from my computer when I delete them from the phone.

Fit the Third: Also, my bug-zapper is dead. Pfui.

-The Gneech