In which the world is saved

One quick note to people with cell phones. More specifically, cell phones that cost a lot of money. Even more specifically, people that are reading this RIGHT NOW on their smartphonephone: Blogger told me there’s a mobile version for you. So I was like, “lets make like an autobot and transform!” And there you have it. If you’re on a computer, or a paper printout, the site will look the same.

I looked at it, and it turns out that just over 11% of the site traffic is loaded on mobile devices. That means that I either have a lot of friends who are trendy and tech savvy and rich, or the same person keeps butt-dialing me a lot.

Also, to the 12 people from Germany, 2 people from Bulgaria, 2 from Macedonia, and 8 people from Iran (not sure how) that managed to take a peek at my site the last week: Welcome, please stay a while, and congratulations to the Iranians for passing your firewall. Iran. And to all, I’m sorry for the butt-dialing reference. If you don’t know what it is, please don’t search for it. I haven’t tried it, but I’m sure no good will come of it.

And now, for something completely different!

This week, again because of time, is less meat and more potatoes. I guess here that would be less beans and more rice, and to my Iranian friends it would be less kabab and more kateh.

Any amateur (or professional) astronomers would have known that across eastern Africa last night there was a total eclipse of the moon. It was really actually super cool to see. My heart, sadly, remained uneclipsed.

Every time she does her hair the ozone layer cries.

It occurred at about 10pm local time, lasted for over an hour. The kids were asleep, so the only folks that saw it were me, the night guards, and the REST OF THE ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD. While me and the guards remarked how deep as shade of red it was, everybody else took up their drums and started banging them and dancing and singing for the moon to “wash itself of the blood before it brings about the destruction of the earth”.

Thankfully, after about an hour and a half the moon returned to normal and the end of the world was avoided thanks to our neighborhood block watch committee/drum corps. I tried asking people later just how the world was going to end if they did not do their drumming / dancing / singing / ceremony. I didn’t really get a straight answer.

My guess is it would have involved an unholy alliance between Xenu and Cthulhu.

You may now look up Xenu and Cthulhu.