I’m failing on today’s post, but I’m damn tired. And Sea of Thieves just came out, so I’m expending my energies elsewhere.
–Simon
Faye
It is the end of the Faye era.
Faye–whippet prime, succumbed to a digestive problem and had to be euthanized. Being unable to absorb a critical protein, her muscle mass wasted away until she became immobile. It was heartbreaking to watch, as up until the end, she wanted to be a whippety whippet and go running. But as the pain eroded her humor and patience, the whippet we knew had already started to depart.
I buried her during a week of record-breaking rainfall, which seemed appropriate, alongside Tori, who had just passed the prior autumn.
Faye was a symbol, that Liz and I were deliberately choosing a life together. We moved into an apartment, and shortly thereafter purchased Faye. At the time I had no idea what a whippet was, but it sure set a precedent. Faye was amusingly regal at times, yet still doggy at others. And when the kid was born, an innate and deeply-buried instinct kicked in and she became the family guardian, growling at people she didn’t know.
She moved with us through three apartments, and finally got the house and whippet patch she deserved. The timing was fortunate, as we can now lay her to rest in her own land.
So long Faye. Say hi to Tori.
–Simon
One Year
I made it one year! I consider the WordPress experiment a success.
Ephemerality
I registered a domain for this blog–not for any important reason other than it was available: ephemerality.net; and since domain names only become increasingly more rare, I was pleased to see that a single word–the titular word of this blog–was available. I hadn’t even thought to check its availability until now, assuming it had been taken.
Although .com certainly was taken, by a squatter. As in, it’s registered but no active site exists at that location, so it must be some guy who thought he’d hang onto it and wait for some company to offer him a big payout for it some day. But visiting the URL brings up a 404 error, so it’s routing traffic somewhere, just not somewhere with an HTTP site. Maybe he’s using it as a placeholder to a private server. Dunno.
In any case, I now own the .net version, which redirects here anyway so nothing amazing going on. At least it’s shorter to type.
–Simon
Snow
Snow is becoming exceedingly rare here. We haven’t had a good snow in 3 years. I’m still waiting for a good snow, but we did at least receive some snow–enough for a pleasing vista and a few snowballs to throw at the kid.
Unexpectedly, my colleagues down in Georgia got a foot of snow. Climate change? Nah, it’s probably just the Miser Brothers fighting again.
–Simon