WCB: One Web is enough for All of Us
My web savvy cats have informed me that today is OneWebDay. What’s OneWebDay? It’s a day for celebrating the web because, simply put, the web is worth celebrating. Here’s more from the
My web savvy cats have informed me that today is OneWebDay. What’s OneWebDay? It’s a day for celebrating the web because, simply put, the web is worth celebrating. Here’s more from the
This was my weekend. How was yours?
(Weekend Cat Blogging Round-up will be up as soon as the computers are as cooperative as the cats. In brief, we had an emergency upgrade issue and everything’s in pieces. Somewhere in this office, there’s a hard drive with half a round-up post on [...]
It’s one of those days.
I’m in the middle of transferring a large number of websites, databases, lists, galleries, and so on to a new hosting service and it is tedious work. For those who don’t know, one area in which I freelance is web design and I host sites for my [...]
No list today. I’m tossing the list.
It’s a Portland birthday. Rainy, but filled with friends, destinations, and hot chocolate.
Perhaps, instead, I’ll make a list as I go along.
Catch Ahriman watching raindrops through the window.
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And now I’m off to explore…
This week’s Whine Blogging Wednesday is a short one. Not because I don’t have plenty to whine about. I do still have that whole House Fiasco to cover, you know. (You thought the bathroom was bad? Just wait!) Oh, and then there’s this heat. I mean what’s with [...]
1. Forget you have a blog.
2. Start a three part series and only post part one.
3. Crash your hard drive and lose two months worth of post drafts.
4. Listen to emo rock until the paint peels off all your dark elf figurines and the only posts you can write are the ones that begin with the phrase [...]
If Angry Cat were around today, she’d be livid. I mean tearing the paint from the walls livid. See, we don’t know for certain, but Angry Cat may have died from tainted food. And now, in the wake of that – in the wake of the Menu Foods disaster – the USDA, [...]
So why weren’t we blogging, anyway?
Hunger strike till Sanjaya voted off American Idol.
Three months of nothing but Ramen posts? Yeesh!
Off spending the millions The Oregonian paid us when they stole that picture of our cat.
One minute the computer’s there. The next minute it’s being carried off by rabid marmosets!
Fabulous, celebratory fine dining vacation till Sanjaya [...]
We’re on a vacation from blogging, tackling unruly to-do lists and musing over new bloggy directions. A minor change in our blog wardrobe may be in the works. (I’m thinking neon leg warmers, how about you?)
Meantime, let’s see who’s still around:
Create your own visitor map!
Yeah, you, 2006. You did your best, bucko, but you failed. We’re still here and we’re not giving up.
Challenge, eh? You wanna talk challenges? Like messing up our house? Sticking us with hideous bills? Making our move more hellish than a rancid vat of velveeta? And in the end, you [...]
My dearest, sweetest kitten,
I’m going to tell the truth.
To the blogging world, you were the ever cynical, ever snarky, furball-hating Angry Cat, but to me, you were always Audrey. Dear, sweet, little Audrey, the best kitten in the world, and I want the world to know.
I remember many years ago — many [...]
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of MizD’s camera: a camera whose essence was suddenly, though not unexpectedly, extinguished on the evening of December the Fifth in the year of our Lord, 2006.
True, the signs were all there: The stuttering LED that too often spewed forth cuneiform in [...]
Mercy goodness.
Where the heck were we all weekend?
Seems our hosting service experienced what we like to call a “surprise.” SQL databases belly up, mail server down, two days of laborious rebuilding and here we are, at long last, back, and, and…
What’s this?
The last post is from November 2nd?
Aww, crap.
Ahem. Brief announcement: [...]
(or Belly Timber’s new adventures in Portland, a three part introduction)
2. In which MizD goes crazy with the crafty thing.
Freshman year of high school, I had an English teacher I couldn’t stand. I’ll call her Ms. Rhubarb. Ms. Rhubarb was new to our school and had her own peculiar way of seeing things. This way [...]
(or Belly Timber’s new adventures in Portland, a three part introduction)
1. In which we leap off a tall cliff without a safety net.
On the final weekend of July, this past summer, we did something rather extraordinary that I never thought we’d pull off: we catered a wedding.
It was our gift to our dear friends, this [...]
im in ur hous paintin’ ur wallz
So, you’ve probably noticed things have been a little sparce around these parts. Crazy stuff going on, from captors with computer troubles to household disasters to — would you believe — sabotage of the internets?
I kid you not.
And I wasn’t even the saboteur. [...]
Portland Farmers Market, October 2006
Well we know where we’re going
But we don’t know where we’ve been
And we know what we’re knowing
But we can’t say what we’ve seen
And we’re not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out.
–Talking Heads, Road to Nowhere
So many changes, so much to [...]
It’s like this:
Chopper’s compy is dead.
My compy is mostly dead.
We have only the lappy, sans cat pictures, now perched on a TV tray table in Chopper’s parents’ basement, because – crazy but true – our house still lacks internet service.
Oh, that Comcast, she is a slow one.
We’ll be back soon, we [...]
Lappy!
So, here I am, total dork, reveling in my newfound wirelessness by snapping pictures of Chopper at the Ugly Mug Coffeehouse while he reads the sports page and we drink our double espressos. Yes kids, this is me, blogging our very first trip to a coffee shop with a laptop that actually CONNECTS [...]
So here we are in our strange little cave, surrounded by the glories of the big city.
(Big city dwellers, stop laughing now, dammit. Portland is big. She is a fierce and feisty corgi next to your fussy whippets and poodles. Heart the size of a mountain, this corgi has.)
Chopper’s in front of [...]
Since we here at Belly Timber are just too darned swamped to cook this week, we’ve decided to launch a new tradition:
Whine Blogging Wednesday!
That’s right. Forget the pairings and the earthy undertones and that three foot square terrior that’s so unique because it’s where old Vintner Joe buried the mule 45 years ago, it’s [...]
Today is Mrs. D’s birthday!
Five years ago we were both struggling our way through life in low paying theatre jobs. We met through mutual friends while doing shows, she was stage managing an excellent production of Sweeney Todd, while I was across town running lights for an equally great production of La Cage Aux Folles. [...]
They tell us the second one is the cotton anniversary. We’re thinking of getting each other t-shirts or dish towels, but surely we can find something more exciting in cotton!
I wrote this piece back on May 9th, then set it aside for other concerns, and because I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say. Today, Memorial Day, it seems fitting that I pull it out again and post it, though I’ve always felt it a bit strange that we should set aside [...]
The lovely Sam of Becks & Posh (who doesn’t mention cats nearly often enough) has posted a link to a new Flickr toy over at Food Blog S’cool and ponders whether this toy works with blogging software other than Blogger.
Well, viola. …
The permalinks for the old MT install are down, but I’ll have the redirects up by the end of the day.
Whazzup? Well, some pernicious little files in the MT install kept doing rewrites and reinstalling my old MT html index. Aaaaaghhh! I tried to delete them, and they reappeared even so. [...]
Where are the pictures, you ask? Where’s the Belly-banner? Well, good question. Someone was snurtching bandwidth from us by hotlinking to a photo, so I went into my control panel and tested out a little tool called “hotlink protection.”
Mrs. D and Chopper Dave met during a production of Sweeney Todd. They have yet to determine what impact this fact will have on their culinary fate.