In a recent conversation with Davezilla, I learned that the competition for Most Banal Content at the Anti-Bloggies™ is fierce. This makes me nervous. I really thought I had that one in the bag.

So here’s me getting in gear and trying to improve on the banality:

I woke up around 6 again this morning. Fed the dog. He was happy. I did some surfing, read the new A List Apart article. I reconsidered my view toward Information Architecture for a moment then decided that it’s more important to try and figure out how to make design/IA work better together, just like the author suggests. Then I got up and fixed lunches and Julien’s breakfast. When I went to get Julien out of bed, I stepped in some dog poop. Got mad at the dog, put him in the doghouse (so to speak). Shaved. Took a shower. It was a nice shower today. Not too hot, not too cold. Just right, really. I even used the massage thingie. My shoulders feel a bit better now, but it made me realize I really need a professional massage sometime soon. Got dressed. Had a V8. Yes, I really drink V8. Therefore, I’ve never had to say to myself, “I coulda had a V8!” Because, you see, I already had a V8. Went out and talked to the dog, letting him know once again that it’s not appropriate to poop in the house. I think he understood, but still not sure. Got my bag and lunch, fed the dog a little snack and then piled into the car with the family. Listened to the radio on the way in: Texas is trying to pass legislation that will criminalize groups of four or more bicyclists. That means a family of four will be lawbreakers if they decide to take an evening ride. Also, this law states that bicyclists may ride only two abreast. That means the third party in the barely-legal three-rider team will be left on his/her own, thus creating unnatural segregation in the social structure of the group — I fear it could cause friction in the group dynamic. Got to work. Found out my new comrade is on the brink and ready to leave. Nothing I can do about it. I know why she’s leaving. I don’t blame her. I may not be far behind.

There. How’s that?