What do they have against this heather chick, anyway?


The Frontal Cortex : Choosing is Hard.
Turns out that making decisions, no matter how small, is brain-taxing. This explaind why when I have a really rough cognitive day at work I physically burn out about 15 minutes into my martial arts. (I’ve learned to grab a snickers bar at 4pm on those days.) I’ve run into this same problem when I tried to play a game like Brain Age right after work, too. I can actually feel my brain avoiding simple addition because it’s too hard.
I think it also explains why when little kids (or puppies) are tired, asking them to choose things is also asking for big trouble. When you’re little, everything’s a decision - is this edible? should I follow Mom? Should I stay here? Do I want that? No wonder Chance sleeps so much.
Ironically, I came across this link while cleaning out my email after a week’s vacation. Every single message is a tiny decision on whether I have to act on it and when. It’s no wonder I’m grouchy and hungry and it’s not even 12:00 even though I had a huge breakfast. They mention lemonade in the article and I’m salivating at the thought of lemony sugar. Email is just too many decisions. Of course, the problem is how to get rid of them!
Cuil is a new search engine made by ex-Google employees. It just premiered - seems to be pretty steady. I like the three-column layout but dislike the duplicate entries I receive in my results.
There’s been some talk in the past few months on the web about whether it’s OK to revise your site. I don’t think we’re going to have a Boingboing-level event here, well, in my lifetime, but I believe in transparency and discussion. Just to get it on record so that if some day my readership explodes, here are the general policies around here:
Now here’s the part where we get into dicey territory:
The prevailing thought around the policies above is that you should never ever ever have to visit my site and deal with broken links or any other kind of broken behavior. It’s irresponsible. And it pisses me off to no end when I visit other sites and end up reading posts that look like they’ll be helpful only to find out all the links are broken.
On the other hand, I have a large number of posts and not an infinite amount of time, so I don’t scrub things as often as I could or should.
And here’s the part wherein I disagree with entire sections of the internet:
Why? How dare I? Because it’s my site and I can. If I cut the words “You suck” into my hair, and then regret it, I have the option to shave my head. Everyone will know I shaved my head, though they might not know the full reason why, and I’m OK with that. It’s my head. If I paint my house puce and then repaint it, the same rules apply. So why should I be held to an arbitrary paper standard that says I can’t unpublish what I’ve already published?
In truth, this has happened once in the 8 years I’ve been blogging. Will it happen again? That depends on whether someone gets me talking about politics again, but I’d like to say it’ll be rare. On the other hand, it’s fair to you, the reader, to know that what you read here today might not be there tomorrow. That’s true everywhere on the Internet, but I’ll at least admit to it.
Paws, ears, and teeth is my new .me site dedicated to the dogs… I might move some of the stuff off my old .mac site over here as well at some point.
Anyway, enjoy!
So obviously I missed last Tuesday’s comic, and with Saturday’s comic being due up in a matter of hours, it doesn’t make any sense to post it now.
Instead, I’ll post one next Thursday and that should get us back on track.
Granted, there’s no guarantee of quality — in fact, the first one up is quite sketchy, but at least we’ll be closer to a schedule.