Two meat Tuesday
Bait & bandwidth
Take five? Some Tuesdays are just a little odd.
But first, a diversion:
The link is to “iTunes Signature Maker,” which analyzes your iTunes’ play lists, then does short signature file. Mine’s here.
Bait & bandwidth
(Scrolling credit introduction – monster truck guitar solo)
Bait & Bandwidth
an
astrofish dot net
production
(Cut to Kramer, Fishing Guide to the Stars, at his desk)
Hi, I’m the author of Fishing Guide to the Stars, and the webmaster around here. Plus the busboy, and there are a few other tasks that get relegated to me as well. Hey, Ever notice that too many author’s hide behind their keyboards and computer screens? Never get to really see what the author is like?
(Zoom to fish picture, push to Kramer at desk.)
A little bit of Shakespeare, a little bit of astronomy, a little applied astrology, sure, got it all here. Plus there’s always a little bit of BBQ floating around. and maybe some Tex-Mex. It’s got a flavor all its own.
“Fishing Guide to the Stars” has enjoyed a long run – over a decade now – at various web locations. But it costs a lot to keep this place going, and there are mouths to feed. Like the cat.
(Pan to cat & homeless sign, “Anything Helps.” Push to Kramer.)
Bait and Bandwidth cost money. Good wishes and positive thoughts are nice, but the last time I checked, the banker said I couldn’t deposit any of that. And the hosting company wasn’t interested in doing this for free, either. Then there’s the little guy who sells me bait. He won’t take “good wishes” as a deposit.
(Pan to Worm-Glo and glo-worms. Push to Kramer.)
It’s two dollars and ninety five cents for 30 days. Check around, that’s a whole lot cheaper than any other premium service on astrology web site. The material here is up-to-date. And at that price? It’s less than a ten cents per day. You decide.
“Bait the hook well: this fish will bite.”
Claudio in Shakespeare Much Ado About Nothing (II.iii.109)
– 30 –
(fini)
Fade to black.
The other half:
I popped on around to meet with a client at a coffee shop. Long reading, and rather intriguing, for me, anyway. I pocketed the cash, and ambled off towards the BBQ place for a traditional Tuesday repast. Austin is in full winter regalia, the temp was touching 70, the sun was out, and the sky held only the thinest wisps of clouds. High overhead a jet cut a contrail at some altitude.
Sitting in the enclosed patio, parked on the thin line between shade and wan afternoon sunlight, under the spreading arms of a mature pecan tree, I perused the newspapers and munched on a rib, then wrapped up some brisket for the cat. A piece of bark fell into my ice tea. I looked up. More bits and pieces of wood chips rained down. I thought about this week’s video ‘cast, and how that fit with what was happening.
Overhead, a squirrel was nagging somebody.
