Sometimes a witty, or moving, post pops into my head as I drive to work. Not that it stops me from posting on the days it doesn’t happen. It didn’t happen today and here I am. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Sometimes one just has nothing to say. So it’s snowing. Here’s a webcam. It’s said to be located atop the Vienna Burgtheater, on the Ring. Right now, melting snow is running down the lens.

I’m a little gloomy because my wife is away on a business trip, too. I always get like this when she’s away. Don’t tell her or she’ll get cocky. Ditto one of my kids is away skiing. I do have the little one, still, and we’re getting in some quality time, learning about volcanoes.

I swept snow again. I made sure to wear sweatpants with livelier elastic this time. Ice on the roads made driving to work more interesting than yesterday.

I’m going to eat some of those round puffed-rice things for lunch, and cottage cheese, which is called “Cottage Cheese” in German (der Cottage Cheese), at least here in Austria. I’ve heard it called “H

I found this in my referrers and was all set to get all “what’s up with this xml syndication thing anyway” but then I noticed I supply an xml syndication link down at the bottom of my right column there.

What is xml syndication, though, and what is the point of it? What is the advantage for me?

Also, while we’re on the topic of syndication, I just wanted to say to the person with the blogspot blog who’s hotlinking a strip of Bug comics without informing me, or asking permission, or giving me credit, and who does unfortunately not have any contact information on their blog (that I can find) and no comments: That is bad manners. I dig it when people post the Bug on their sites, don’t misunderstand me. But hotlinking is, if you want to get anal retentive about it, theft of bandwidth; and posting content without giving credit is copyright violation.

Good night.

[Note: Okay, I've gone and changed the images on her site. This is a pain, because when I do that I have to re-name the original images, and change the links in the original post, and boo-hoo-hoo...]

They say 4 days of snow starting today so I got up early and swept the walk, which was bad enough because the snow was the wet kind that stuck to the push broom so it was two sweeps followed by a knocking of the broom on the sidewalk to remove caked snow.

sweepsweepknock/sweepsweepknock

Insert Queen hit here

Plus I was wearing my comfortable baggy slept-in (by me) sweatpants that kept sliding down my ass and were on the verge of falling down around my ankles, so I had to keep reaching back and pulling them up. Sweepsweep/knock/sweepsweepknock/ reachpull/sweepsweepknock/reachpull. So the neighbors think I have St. Vitus’ dance, big deal.

But the walk is clean. Cars too. Driving to work was uneventful, slow but no spinouts.

Big kid away with school for a week skiing. Wife leaves today on a shortish business trip, leaving Gamma and I me alone until Wednesday night. Alone except for the inlaws, and various animals.

Gamma, who is six for the moment, is now interested in volcanos. So we have been surfing the internet before bed, gazing upon live volcanocams around the world (so far have not found any volcanocamgirls hi im leilani if i get to close to the magma my grass skirt lites on fire do u want 2 c my bikini? lol!!1! ), and talking about how close one can be to an eruption without dying, and men in Indonesia who climb down into caldera and carry out sulfur 80kg at a time for $3/day, and other men in aluminum suits who climb down to permanent lakes of molten lava for some reason, and a cable car station in Sicily they keep rebuilding and Etna keeps destroying with new flows of lava. Gamma’s dreams must totally rock.

Sweepsweep. Knock.

I hereby claim this new word.