Pretty unproductive this afternoon due to a cable outage wiping out the landline, broadband internet and the cable TV.  DVDs and the Blackberry kept me from curling up into a fetal position, but not much work got done.  Not that much would have with no courts, law library, post office or banks open, but I like to think I would have tried.  I was tempted to just go swimming and blow off all the pretenses of work, but I respected the scheduled off day from the gym, and hope my arm respects the decision and continues to heal.

You know what they say about idle hands though, so while following a twitter conversation ably engaged by The 17th Man and others, I was introduced to the Screaming Viking blog, a swim blog with two great recent posts touching on one of my pet peeve issues here.  The internets are abound with the stories of people who don’t swim and don’t get speedos (little-s, the small suits, not big-S, the brand).  One of the all-time most visited posts here (after the image of my prostate), was a post three years ago about some local high school water polo players suspended for wearing their team uniforms (speedos) to a school pride event.  SV’s posts were both more positive: local swimmers donning pink suits to show their support for breast cancer awareness, and a problem favorably resolved with some race officials thinking the swimmers were wearing two suits and being too modest.  They were both great posts, and especially with the post on the pink suits, it was nice to see that a swim team could show some support for breast cancer awareness and wear the suits of their choice without getting a bunch of suburban prudes’ panties in a bunch.

Yes, I’ve been a little busy. Yes, that’s distracted me a bit from this site. Not just work and having a life, but Facebook and Twitter and texting with real-life people all leave the fingers a bit sore and the brain a bit fried. I should be generating billables, but I’m hanging out with y’all for a few minutes. Why?  Because I miss it here. Facebook and Twitter both started off cool, but now they spend all their time trying to introduce you to new people and products rather than just letting you hang out with the cool kids that brought you there in the first place. So I’m hanging here today. Me, iTunes, and a pile of dead tree pleadings that need to be highlighted and stickied and generally digested.  And when the fingers get tired and the eyes start glazing I’ll try and dig up some orange to make the place a little more presentable for the holidays.