Want to do me a favor? And quick? It's 10:07 am right now in San Francisco and (for something I'm doing this afternoon at 12:45) I need some "favorite" megnut posts. The problem is: I don't think I'm a good judge of the content here. And what's favorite to me might suck to everyone else. So if you recall a post or two that really stuck in your memory, could you send me the permalink? And if it's past 12:45 pm PDT, it's too late. (Sorry, I should have done this yesterday. D'oh!) Thanks so much.

Looking through my archives for the above "favorite" posts, I stumbled across this old page that's still up. It's funny to see the list of blogs, I remember when those were all the Blogger-powered blogs in existence. We've come a long way, baby!

I'm back from vacation. Please be patient with me, I need a little time before I can get back into the swing of things.

I've been going back and reading old stuff on some of my favorite sites lately, and it's gotten me wondering about time and how things hold up. Most writing on personal sites/blogs/weblogs/diaries is very in-the-moment/now/daily writing. The intended audience returns regularly, and most pieces simply add to what's been writ before. I know that most of what I write on megnut I expect to be immediately consumed. So I wonder, does much writing "work" when read later? Are blogs any good at all when the posts are old?

I leave you with this question to ponder as I depart for vacation. I'll be back May 14th. In the meantime, there's two years of megnut content to your right. Feel free to read it, and by all means, read old content on other sites as well. Then let me know: does it stand the test of time? Or are these short fleeting updates really only good in the moment, like a cookie fresh out of the oven?

Nuclear aspirations? Who doesn't have those? I aspire to be nuclear every day: super-charged and hot and colliding. Oh wait a sec, that didn't come out like I meant it to.

Yesterday Heather posted about her strange dream. And what a coincidence: that same night I too had a strange dream. I dreamt that my friends and I were at the Miss America pageant, and we were all wearing harem outfits (like I Dream of Jeannie) with veils over our faces. Anyway, they announce the winner, and it's Betty Ray! And she's dressed in all black and her hair is sticking out all over in spikey black points. Of course, we all knew she was going to win, and Caterina kept saying over and over, "It's about time!"

I do not know what this dream means.

Last night I accidentally typed "megbut.com" instead of megnut.com. Ha ha ha. megBUTT! Get it?

And for Heather a birthday present: permalinks! Happy birthday baby!