The Blog of Many Hats

I'm a full grown man and yet, somehow, I still can't resist cute animal pictures.

The Sacramento, CA zoo has 3 new tiger cubs on its hands.

This image says "You can handle me now, but in just a short while I will be able to eat your head."

The rest of the images can be found here.

This blog is powered by the dasBlog. I like it because it's the most comprehensive blog software I've seen that's written using Microsoft's .NET platform. Plus, the source code is available, which is a huge plus for me.

As of this post, the blog is using one of the default dasBlog skins: Project84Grass. It's pretty enough, but I have grand plans, grand I tell you!

Over the next several geek-oriented blog posts, I intend to build my own dasBlog skin so that the blog will look the way I want. Theme development is somewhat difficult because you can totally destroy the blog in the process and not be able to navigate it. That kind of danger level holds great attraction for me.

I intend for this blog to have several sections:

• The Chef, because I love to cook and feed people.
• The Geek, because that's how I make my money and I'm a damn fine one.
• The Epicurean, because I love food, wine, and cigars.
• The Jester, because I am an incontrovertible smartass.
• The Philosopher, because it just wouldn't be a blog without pontification.
• The Political Junkie, because, try as I might, I just can't tear myself away from thinking about politics.

There are those would would argue that splitting one's focus in a blog is a sure way to keep readers away. To that I say "Bah!" And then I say "Bah!" again because it's so much fun. Go on. Try it. You'll like it. Say "Bah!" to the next person who tells you something you don't want to hear. It's therapeutic.

Oh, and let's not forget the most important category of all:

• The Horse-Hung Playgirl Model, for all my lady fans.

A particularly uninteresting post. The author pauses for a moment, deciding what to write, then decides he has nothing important to say. "This is," he thinks, probably just so that I can see what a second post on the main page would look like, with a separator after it.

Suddenly, a second paragraph occurs to him. I know, he thinks, I will experiment with the idea of using italics to indicating that I am thinking.

The post ends, anticlimactically.

This is the first sentence of the first post. This is the second sentence. This sentence serves to augment and clarify the preceeding two sentences.

This sentence of the post is here to point out that the final sentence of the first paragraph failed miserably at its job. This sentence serves to point out the the previous sentence is engaging in mindless bickering and is not actually contributing anything constructive to the post.

This sentence attempts to take the post in a whole new direction, but fails. This sentence tries to back up the previous one, but fails as well. This sentence comments on the awkwardness of having each sentence of the post refer to itself, to previous sentences in the post, and even, in some cases, to future sentences like the punk ass bitch of a sentence that begins the next paragraph.

This paragraph takes charge of the post and tells the preceeding sentences that, henceforth, there will be none of this self-referential nonsense going on. The previous sentence failed to note that the average blog reader will be put off by this drivel, but is promptly cut off in mid

Sensing that no good can come of this post, this sentence decides to end things, hoping that it will be construed as a commentary on the fragility of life and the need to live with one another in harmony. This sentence sneaks in, just before the post editor is closed, and tells the previous sentence to go back to communing with all the other pinko commie leftist sentences, noting slyly that perhaps it would find a home among the writings of Michael Focault or Noam Chomsky.