Heat Up, 'Til You Sizzle

Also, I'm in a suit, walking around outside to and from court.

Consensus

I should have known to not give you all a poll for something. Although I love you all, you've never been able to make group decisions. Of course, you all do come from many different parts of my life, geographically speaking, as well as being from my past and present (and future? Ooooo...creepy!).

Anyway, there was no consensus on the poll. Those who voted wanted a more private Bacon experience. I'm not sure why you voted that way, if perhaps you thought that a private blog might entice me to be more detailed in my accounting of my life, or if you all were the kids picked last for teams and just wanted to belong to something.

Those who made comments were generally opposed to the privatization of the blog, mostly because of Google Reader issues. (There's a whole tangent I'm not going to take here, but really, it's a mystery to me that Google Reader can't manage to read private blogs for you, even though this blog is brought to us all by Google!)

Perhaps I am to blame in all of this. Maybe my poll didn't have enough choices that most closely matched your tenderest feelings. Deepest apologies.

Moving forward, essentially, nothing will change. I'm keeping the status quo for now. I'll make only one request of you, and that is if you have a blog that links to mine, please don't use my name in the link.

Other than that, I appear to be all yours for the next little while.

I'm out of time, but hopefully I'll have time later this week for a really special post I've been crafting for a while now. It's called "Chariots of Fire, or How My Family Tried to Kill Me."

Poll on Your Right

Because this is somewhat a democracy, there's a poll on your right. Feel free to express your thoughts. I may take them into consideration. It's tough to say.

Also, so this posting isn't just a waste, here's an interesting story for your day. This morning, there were five police cars on my street a few buildings away from me. As I walked past, a big group of police officers were headed into a building. One was just standing out on the street, waiting. I said good morning to him. He smiled and said good morning back to me. I have no idea why they were there, but I was kind of sad that I had to go to work and couldn't remain to see what they came back out with. (People? Drugs? Who knows?)

Never fear, relatives who worry about my safety: these weren't the police officers with the machine guns. I've never seen those ones on my street. Other streets, sure, but not my street... This was a low-level offense, I'm sure; my street is very safe. My street could be a stand in for Sesame Street. We have fewer Muppets, but it's basically the same otherwise.

Adventures in Bugs

Today, I saw a huge flying cockroach as I walked under some scaffolding. Gross.

I think it might have followed me home. I can sense its presence.

Fortunately, I have a video intercom, so if it tries to get me to buzz it up, I'll know. If it somehow blocks me in here, well, that's why I have food storage.