Where's My Head?

Now I've gone and done it. I finished moving all of our stuff from our old farm this weekend. (OK - I still have one more shed to empty out, but...) In doing so I realized that, other than one car, I no longer own anything of significant value. That's mildly disturbing. Of course, I now have a HUGE balance in my savings account representing the equity (and slight profit :-) ) from the sale of our place but liquid assets just don't seem real somehow. I like being able to put my hands on something and know that it's mine.

Oh well. I keep reminding myself that it's just another step to a better thing.

After a long wait - (refer here for background) - she showed up. And she had the decency to do so at a reasonable hour. Pics and more details in comments below as soon as I get around to it.

Right now we're in the middle of moving to a new location, having numerous horses give birth and working at the Rolex-Kentucky Three Day Event so blogging will be light at best. I try to keep my life very simple and being this busy really drains me. I can't imagine families that go-go-go like this all of the time.

for some reason I find this music strangely appealing.

The Game of Life, that is.

A somewhat different take on the "sustainable existence" meme of game is found in the RGB Game. In this one, the beings consist of different color dots which equate to different characteristics (speed, lifespan & sight range) and look for food. They multiply when saturated.

It takes a little time to get the hang of how these things behave and what makes the system more sustainable, but for fans of Conway's original game (or other variations of cellular automata), it's well worth a look.

I find it somewhat humorous that DrBacchus wrote about Winnie The Pooh this weekend as I was just talking to SWMBO about the same.

Whoever came up with these commercials deserves a big raise. And a corner office. And a pony.

These should have been Superbowl commercials.

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I got my first comment spam last night. This annoys me to no end - not like the perps really care - and I now have to take some measures that I've wanted to avoid.

How could I not have known about this special event. And me without my trowel.

It is an interesting thing to behold when fate/divine providence/chance rears its head. As an example, let me relate the following story.