My thanks to Glen of Filthie's Thunderbox for the latest news. It seems that a fellow blogger, Bob Wallace of Uncle Bob's Treehouse, has passed away unexpectedly and will be sorely missed by his readers.
Glen decided to honor Bob with First Ever Bob Wallace Memorial Campout, which I would have attended had I known about it, had a trailer similar to Bob's, and been able to get a valid passport in time. But I didn't, I don't, and I am unable.
The thing about establishing a presence on the Internet is that you attract more than your fair share of weasels, trolls, and x-wing nasties, a very few of whom mean business and pose credible threats. Bob didn't care much about this - just read a few of his posts and you'll understand why.
Most bloggers eventually run out of steam, posts become fewer and fewer until the most recent post is two years old. Eventually the blog makes its way to the electronic graveyard, the disk space is reclaimed, and the universe continues to create idiots.
At the end of it all, no one knows what happened. In many cases no one ever met the author personally or even knows the author's real name. And so, when he eventually dies, nothing much can be said about him except the usual recriminations - I wish I'd (fill in the blank). Bob was an irascible sort and a good writer. He made the blogosphere a slightly better place, and I'll miss him.
Here's a link to his obituary, such as it is:
Robert Wallace Jr. | 1956 - 2017 | Obituary
Bob worked at the Granite City warehouses and wrote his own blog, Uncle Bob’s Treehouse.
Tonight at some point I'll hoist one for Bob. Maybe two.
Saturday, April 29, 2017
I was grexing at myself because I haven't accomplished much lately. But over the last couple days I managed to open a checking / savings account at a local credit union, which has been an uphill struggle all the way. First they wanted some form of ID that I don't have, since my driver's license hasn't been changed over yet. When I finally got a utility bill that they'd accept, this brain damaged clerk kept me waiting in the lobby for 20 minutes before he'd condescend to begin the process, and the entire business took an hour and a half. This guy was a real ding-a-ling, but I finally got the accounts opened and money deposited.
Then I managed to find bags for both (upstairs and downstairs) vacuum cleaners and get the bags changed out - without creating a haz-mat spill on the living room floor.
Then, while I'm busy feeling sorry for myself, I learned that John Meilink's Significant Other, Cindy Zuccarell, is in the hospital due to broken bones and significant health problems. Cindy is a real nice person and really doesn't deserve this. I think that prayers for her would be appreciated.
We have T-Storms in Columbus, so between the T-Storms interfering with the TV reception and the stupid warnings running all over the picture, watching Gunsmoke reruns is out. T-Storm warnings? Really? All you have to do is look outside - look up, genius. See the dark clouds? That means rain. Those bright flashes are lighting, which is your cue to grab a ten foot metal pole and go play wave the pole at the astronauts in the rain.
I'm going to the bookstore, then to lunch.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
I enjoy reading Sarah A Hoyt's blog, and as a result I hooked up with the disreputable but friendly folks over at Bad Novelist. A long and somewhat perilous walk later, I found myself the recipient of a stack of free literature for my Kindle Keyboard and entered into an online raffle: Announcing the Wrongthink Sci-Fi Giveaway. Naturally I didn't win anything, but I didn't expect to win anything, so that's a wash.