Wednesday, September 30, 2009

You Didn't Know It, But We Were Having a Race, and I Won

This is the sort of thing my kids say to each other, more or less, all the time. They are constantly staging races with each other over the silliest things.

Well, I am also susceptible to such foolishness. At the start of this month, I set myself the goal of posting more blog entries for the month of September than my friend Aaron (at Anecdotal Evidence). Aaron usually demolishes me with his profligacy. I did set myself a rule that the posts had to be legitimate by my own standards--that is, no less significant than anything else I have normally been posting about.

Of course, I didn't tell him about the contest, or he would have crushed me.

Victory is mine! (Of course, if Aaron attempts and succeeds at any similar blogging competition in the future, he will have stolen the idea from me.)

7 comments:

Aaron DaMommio said...

Aha, but your previous post seems to indicate that you are suffering, karmically, for your hubris.

Doug said...

It's not hubris so much as the equivalent of a little brother running up to his older brother, hitting him when he isn't looking, and then running away.

And hey, the posting challenge was about the only personal goal that I achieved for the month.

Aaron DaMommio said...

Dude, I heard you were hurting for blog topics. You should write about the Saturn shutdown.

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/headline/biz/6645242.html

Is google trying to tell me something? My captcha is pusemb.

Aaron DaMommio said...

What do I get if I post more comments on your blog than you have posts?

I thought this article was funny...rabid anticmacism: http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2009/sep/28/charlie-brooker-microsoft-mac-windows

captcha: apestom. Weird.

Aaron DaMommio said...

You know, I hadn't gotten e-mail from you in a while. I thought you were dead. But apparently you were blogging. Whining? Ok, blogging.

(varper)

Doug said...

Apestom is totally the name of a Golden Age sci-fi engineer who saves the day in one of those Poul Anderson or Isaac Asimov or Heinlein stories.

"But that's too dangerous--"
"Shut it," said First Engineer Apestom, cracking his hairy knuckles as he set down the slide rule. "It's our only chance."

Doug said...

YOU haven't gotten email from ME? [Pot calling kettle black.]

I thought you were on vacation or creating a Warhammer army or something.