16 November 2006

Blog Addiction

I've come to the conclusion that blogging is dangerous to me. Last night I spent four full hours on my blog entry - roughly 2.5 hours writing the text, an hour choosing, adjusting, cropping, resizing, and uploading photos, and half an hour proofreading and correcting grammar and spelling.

Let me reiterate that... FOUR HOURS. 10pm to 2am. Four hours of my life were sucked away into my blog.

My plan for last night was to clean my room (I have a guest coming tomorrow!) and practice my a cappella music (I have a show this weekend!).

Needless to say, neither of those goals was even remotely accomplished.

I had a flash of an image this morning of myself as an addict. I'm usually ok as long as I can keep myself away from my blog, but once I begin typing, I have difficulty stopping. NaBloPoMo has the same effect on me as inviting an alcoholic to an open bar every evening and saying, "you have to drink at least one beer".

My blog is consuming my life. Must... learn... moderation...

In lieu of an endless stream of text tonight, I'll pass on a couple links I've run into over the past few days.

An interesting page on Japan

I love the section on tattoos! I also enjoyed the "urgent news" and "food and history" sections. :)

A new Korean robot that can track and kill human targets

Images like this are what motivated me to get into the business of robots that teach English and hug children.

That's all I'm going to write today... I'll let you all recover from last night's prose binge.

2 comments:

Philo said...

No more Samsung for me... I feel my trust as a customer has been betrayed. I had no clue.

By the way, that first link, what the....??? Is it just me or doesn't that site make any sense?

Kern said...

Gotta say, a LOT of tech companies do defence contracts. It's where the money is.

And keep in mind this is not a robot they're putting in malls to blast shoplifters. These robots are to be deployed along the Korean border; to even get to these robots you'd have had to sneak a long distance through military-controlled territory, past a lot of humans who are trained to kill you anyway.

They are, after all, still technically at war.