Holy Snap I'm Slow. And a big LIAR!

Remember how I did this tree contest thing forever ago and some people won prizes and stuff? I finally put together the packages and they're ready to ship. The prizes are not as promised, however. I am a stinking liar. The best syrup I could come up with this year was good old Medium. The breadcrumbs I promised turned out to have expired and were thrown out. At least I made good on the crappy homemodified trophy...

 

 

 

 

Congrats again to Josh, with an honourable mention for RCT. On May 8, 2013, my 2012 Autumn Tree Smackdown is finally over. It took me so long it has given me pause about doing 4ARATS, the 4th Annual Rantwick Autumn Tree Smackdown. I know myself, however. Come Fall I will begin checking on the King of Autumn and begin wondering how your trees are looking, and God Help Me, I'll have to do it again.

 

Yer Procrastinational Pal,

R A N T W I C K

PS - Procrastinational is not a real word (I don't think). I have unilaterally decided to stop caring what words are real and use any I feel like. That may drive some of you crazy, but you'll just have to find your inner relaxitude.

Blog Spaz

Lately some of my efforts, those directed at this blog included, have been less than coordinated. I wish I was writing more... once again I stand in awe of those who manage to do it nearly every day. I find myself instead jerkily moving from one almost random task to the next. Not moving like a jerk (I don't think), but rather with rapid, clumsy activity rather than well planned productivity. I have long been kind of ADD that way (I lost the H somewhere in my 30s), but it has seemed worse to me lately. Now it would seem my nervous system is getting in on the act:

A few days ago my hand just didn't follow commands and did this jerky clunk thing. It couldn't have taken more than a tenth of a second, but oh, the carnage! You see, I was scooping ground coffee into a coffee machine at  the time...

When I decided to write this post about this little calamity, all I could think of to call myself was a spaz. Does anyone say "spaz" anymore? If so, should they? I mean, it is based on the word spastic... I worked for and became very close friends with a young man who was "spastic quadriplegic" many years ago; leaves me feeling a little bit guilty when I use it now.

I remain hopeful that I will start updating this blog more often again, with better content than stupid snapshots of my minor failures and too frequent whining about how little time I have to write. Wish me luck for your own sake, you awesome oft-suffering reader of mine.

Yer Spaz,

R A N T W I C K

When I Do Boring, People Find It Interesting.

There is a curious phenomenon that has recurred. When I stop trying to be funny or entertaining or whatever, online people like me better.

Case in point: I made a video about a speedy mail truck that I posted on Monday. At the same time, I posted a boring "tutorial" about how I guessed the vehicle speeds in that video.

The first video I thought people might enjoy has had 56 views and has received 1 "Like" at time of writing. The second video I thought only nerds would have an interest in has had 132 views and 6 "Likes". I didn't post that video here, so in theory fewer eyes should have seen it on initial posting.

Since it would seem I have no idea what people might like, I present for your amusement the second video, which includes riveting stuff including some math!

Yer Pal,

R A N T W I C K

PS - I've been sick as a dog with a cold the past couple of days, so if I don't respond to a comment or whatever, it is because I'm in bed 1)sleeping 2)wishing I was sleeping 3)wishing for some merciful end to the ugly sniveling and sniffling thing that I have become. Pam!