Friday, March 14, 2008

Seven months to the day...

...since I last posted here. Now it's Pi Day. Cool.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Just for old time's sake

iFlipFlop is 3 years old today. 2,138 posts and over 12,000 comments. Not bad.

Now you can find me at Frank. Same stuff, different address.

Monday, July 30, 2007

Moving Day

iFlipFlop is moving to new digs called Frank.

For a number of reasons, mostly because I wanted more control over my formatting, I've decided to blog over at the new place.

This place has served me well. I've written 2,138 posts as of today. Traffic has averaged around 2,000 people a day. And iFlipFlop is almost 3 years old, which in internet years, that's like 21 years old. And it's time to move out of the house.

For those of you who are regular readers, would you mind pointing your links to Yep, that's my whole name. I was tired of anonymity, as thinly veiled as it was anyways.

For those of you regular readers of iFlipFlop who read it by RSS, here's the new link:

For those of you who come to iFlipFlop to look at Pamela Anderson in a flimsy shirt, that post is still there. I own this domain and will probably keep this site hosted for a while. Fear not.

I've begun to reconstruct my blogroll and made it a separate page that you can see at the top of the blog (not the one on the bottom, that's something different). If you don't see your name there, please drop me a note at frank@ifliflop with your blog name, URL, and RSS, and I'll get that pumped in.

Moving days are exciting. I'm pleased about this one. Come on over and set a spell, as they said on the Beverly Hillbillies.


Sunday, July 29, 2007

How Crazy Would It Be?

I fired up a site in my own name this week. I've owned the domain for years and parked it. Finally, I got around to doing a little configuring with it.

Question: How nuts would it be to abandon iFlipFlop and start blogging on my own domain?

I have only a limited writing bandwidth. I'm writing five posts a week for my work blog. I've been asked to write for I have client work. And I have this. So, I don't think I can keep this one up PLUS do one in my own name.

What's a guy to do?

Some background: The one in my name is on the newest Wordpress platform, which is something I've wanted to be on with this site for a couple of years. (Sadly, I started out on Blogger and now I'm trapped.) I've written over 2,000 articles here, and I just don't want them to go away...I'll need to port some of them over if I really want them.


Friday, July 27, 2007

Going All W.C. Fields On the Little Rugrats

Children should neither be seen or heard from - ever again.
W. C. Fields

I took the train back home at 12:15 pm yesterday. Taking the train at lunchtime is always a risky venture -- there are lots of amateurs on the train. Yesterday was no exception...only more so.

There was a group of three Vommie Mommies (moms who are impossibly skinny and talk about it when their middle fingers aren't down their throats after eating one rib of bibb lettuce) and their half-dozen rugrats. And oh weren't they cute? At least that's what the Vommie Mommies kept saying.

The kids ranged in age from 2 to 6, I'd guess. And guess what? The Vommie Mommies couldn't "make" their little darlings shut up or sit down. Not once. Not after the conductor asked them to sit down at least five times. Not once, because on the Main Line it's all about the Self Esteem Movement. Kids are never wrong, and that big, mean, black man who's asking you to sit down just can't be right.

Ugh. Don't get me wrong, I like kids. Well behaved kids. Kids whose parents keep them under control. Kids whose parents realize that their kids are not as cute as they think they are.

We didn't have any problems when I was a kid because my dad had the "One Time Rule." He didn't ask twice. Heck, he didn't even "ask" once. My boys know the same rules.

What astonished me is that those kids were bouncing on the seats. Screaming. Drinking bright red Gatorade and spilling it on the seats. Acting like little jerks. And the Vommie Mommies? Oblivious. And when they weren't oblivious, they were encouraging that rugrat behavior. WTF?

I talked to a lady across the aisle from me. We agreed that we were getting old, but there's still nothing wrong with kids behaving. Otherwise it reminds me of another W.C. Fields quote when asked "How do you like children?" Medium rare, he replied.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

No More Ponytail

I had my ponytail cut off yesterday. Time to be a grownup, I guess. (Why does that Toys-R-Us song, "I don't want to grow up/I'm a Toys-R-Us kid" keep playing in my head?)


Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Lindsey Lohan Gets Busted Again

Loren Feldman nails it, as he always does, on 1938 Media. That guy rocks. Here's his "Role Models."

Crazy OCD Lady on the R5

Why is it when Jack Nicholson has OCD in "As Good As It Gets" it's charming, but when a crazy lady sits behind you on your commute and rips up pieces of paper for 35 minutes it's downright maddening?

There's a woman who gets on at my train stop each morning. She looks perfectly normal. Dressed nicely. Obviously has a job to get to in the city. But she carries 3 sacks of papers, and her purse is wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

When I say she's "carrying papers," I mean she's carrying 3 weeks worth of newspapers and magazines. All folded. And each day she gets on the train and rips those papers up and put the scraps in ANOTHER plastic grocery bag. And she does this for the whole trip.

Today, I had the bad fortune of sitting right in front of her. RIP! SCRATCH! RUSTLE! RIP!. Over and over. I put on my Shure EC-2 sound deadening earphones, and I could still hear her. She even kept it up when a guy sat down next to her.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here: OCD. And 150 cats. It's a good thing I'm so normal. Abby Normal.