Yes, I’ve returned to Twitterdom. I still don’t have much use for it, personally, but:

A. I’m a geek, and it’s a geek toy. Must. Have.
B. The rest of the world seems to find it useful, including some of the band promotion sites that I use (I’m looking at you, ReverbNation).

So, despite not being able to access Facebook or Twitter from work, and despite my lack of a geekly phone gadget that is useful with said apps (which drops my geek cred back down into the toilet), I’m back in the Twitterverse.

Hurrah.

Color me prescient. And I quote: “I’m killing my Twitter account. I just don’t get the point.”

Anyway, while people are putting Twitter to good use in getting news out of Iran, our vaunted media is sitting on its 90-year-old ass interviewing American Idol contestants and “then, SPEIDI joins Larry to talk about ‘I’m a Celebrity…’ Spencer Pratt and Heidi Montag Pratt on all things reality-show related Were they really tortured while filming in the Costa Rican jungle?? We’ll find out the truth and all the behing-the-scenes details you won’t want to miss!” WTF????

Fox isn’t any better…worrying about whether or not David Letterman really, really means it when he says he’s sorry for making fun of Sarah Palin. I kid you not. That’s the top story.

The thing is, I recall sitting on the edge of my seat during Tienanmen Square. I watched that kid stand in front of the tank on live TV…because someone was actually covering the fricking story!

Iran is exploding, and the best we can do is tweet. No offense to Twitter, but this is just sad.

I went camping with the church youth group this past weekend.

Yes, that’s right. Mr. “I Hate Nature” purposely subjected himself to a heaping dose of it.

I could tell you all about the horrors of the wilderness, but it was a really nice and fun trip. We went up to the Ichetucknee River (about 2-1/2 hours northwest of here) on Friday night and camped at Ichetucknee Family Canoe and Cabins (a fabulous camp). We arrived late, so we had to setup the tent in the dark, but we had it up and a fire going before the rest of the crew arrived.

The next day, we headed out to float down the Ichetucknee on a series of tubes and assorted rubber rafts. I volunteered to be the comic relief by launching myself ass-over-end while trying to board by craft, sending my (spare) glasses to the bottom of the river. I was able to dive down and get those, but the (spare) car key that the youth leader entrusted me with was nowhere to be found (luckily, they have great car-jackers in Fort White). For the next 3 hours, we floated downstream on cool, clear water. We saw tons of fish (some jumping out of the water), birds, a family of otters, and at least one snake (I didn’t stick around long enough to be sure if it really was a snake).

When we got back to camp, the rain that had been holding off all weekend decided it couldn’t wait any longer. We got dumped on for 3 hours while we tried to cook supper. I got to stand in a rain slicker holding an umbrella over a fire for an hour. Life’s ambition fulfilled. But we survived, and the food was good. Afterward, we hung out in the cabin we got for the girls and played Cranium and Apples to Apples for a few hours.

All-in-all a fun weekend.

Some days are weird.

OK, most days have their own weirdness, but today was especially filled with psychic bizarritude that I don’t expect anyone else to understand.

We saw UP this morning, and that’s one tear-jerker of a kids’ movie. The first 20 minutes were so poignant and sad. Probably one of the best Pixar movies ever. It just reinforced the strange sense of time I’ve had all day…not necessarily nostalgia or a “do things now while you can” or deja vu but some odd combination of them all. Like I said, it’s not something I can explain so you’ll know what the hell I’m talking about.

It seemed to pop up in various places after that. I took a nap and woke up to The Five People You Meet in Heaven, about a guy who dies and meets five people who touched his life (very ghosts of Christmas past-like). Then, we watched the Torchwood where they wake up a soldier from 1918 that they have on ice so they can send him back to heal a rift in time (one of the most heartbreaking episodes).

Plus, I’m already feeling the loss of my brother and Isbell. They’re probably not to Maine, yet, but they’re on their way. It’s not like we had years of proximity or that we hung out with them all the time, but we were starting to get into a groove where everything wasn’t family crisis of the week. And our weekly performances at Mima’s were fun. Seemed like we had all kinds of plans to expand on our musical ambitions, but they never went anywhere.

Plus, they had a really nice house.

We went to Dairy Queen tonight just to get out and have an ice cream. Wound up sitting there thinking that we should be on the road someplace. I’ve got itchy feet.

Maine in 27 days.

While I’m not shutting the doors on this thing officially, it’s pretty obvious that the bulk of my online spewage has been shoveled over to Facebook. I’m too busy giving thumbs up to people’s posts and pictures, making snarky comments, taking stupid quizzes and telling everyone about the current state of my affairs in 4-word sentences to bother writing anything profound at this spot.

So, I’m not.

But I might.

Which is why I’m not shutting this place down just yet. It might come in handy someday. Ya never know.

No time for a detailed review, but this is as close to a perfect Star Trek…anything…as I’ve seen in years. It was a little disconcerting to see the future look all “futurey” and bright, but that didn’t make it any less awesome.

Do yourself a favor. Watch ‘Wrath of Khan’ before going, just as an appetizer.

Trekkies Bash New Star Trek Film As ‘Fun, Watchable’

Maine legalizes gay marriage

Maine was part of Massachusetts until 1820, but that usually just means they won’t follow along with anything Mass does just out of principle. So, now, having seen the six years of Armageddon caused by those city folks down I-95 lettin’ the gays run wild, Maine jumps into the same cesspool? Don’t they know that gay marriage disintegrated civilization from Boston to Pittsfield???

This one’s for you, Charlie Howard.

Where are you in the movie? is a cool (and kinda scary) way to look at your life…

If we started a movie on the day you were born, and stretched it over your lifespan, this is where you’d be in that movie. So if you’re a teenager, you might see Luke arguing with Uncle Owen, or Cameron making a phony phone call to Ed Rooney. If you’re a retiree, you might see the Marshmallow Man, or Toto pulling away the curtain. And if you’re in your mid-thirties, you might be relieved to know that Ferris is still eating lunch, and the Millenium Falcon hasn’t left Tatooine.

To get the lifespan for comparison, you can use the How Long Will I Live? calculator. In my case that’s 80.5 years. I chose the Wizard of Oz and am currently just arriving at the Emerald City.

In Ghost Busters, I’m at the Yes, have some  scene.

In Star Wars, I’m not quite at Aren’t you a little short for a stormtrooper?

My virus scanner went off today when I tried to get to my site. It said it was blocking access to a malicious site. So, I checked the source of the site, and sure enough there was some icky script in every index file on every site associated with solonor.com that redirected users to a site that I will not mention here.

I’ve seen conflicting reports where some say it’s the ISP that’s been hacked, some say that I have a virus on my PC, and some say there’s something in Filezilla that’s stealing passwords. I’ve gone through and cleaned them all up, and I changed my FTP password to some gobbledy-gook that I’m sure to forget in another day or two. We’ll see if this mess comes back.

In any case, if your virus protection is going off when visiting solonor.com, I apologize.