fine whine

How am I supposed to follow up a eulogy for a dead cat? With flippant commentary about movies and television shows and books? Though that's about the extent of my writings here lately, it just didn't seem worth it. For a few days I was only reading anyway, and then I couldn't seem to commit to any one given book. I haven't finished reading a book in over a week, not one of the six I've started.

I have finished something else, though. Though I had nothing I wanted to write, I felt the need to do some work on these pages somehow, and finally wrapped up my longtime project of categorizing all of the entries. Back in the beginning I didn't think categories would be necessary, and relied on Google searches to find anything I'd missed amongst all of my posts. Adding categories seemed to be needless work, pigeonholing a neverending bunch of ever-expanding categories.

Or maybe I was just lazy.

Now that it's thirty-four months hence, I find myself unable to find everything I want to recall, at least not easily. Remember thus, these posts and pages are primarily present for my memory and benefit, and only secondarily for anyone else interested. So when I can't easily look back and find, say, all of the books I've read and mentioned, something isn't working to its potential.

So I've gone back and categorized the six or seven hundred posts* I've amassed, and now they are all grouped in a more or less slightly-not-arbitrary manner, and I can once again more easily find things, say, that I've written about music with far fewer clicks. Or license plates.

I still have more work to do. I need to create, for you, not me, easier ways to navigate these categories. For that matter, I need to finish my theme. This colorful mess was meant only to be a temporary thing.

* The exact number is difficult to determine for many reasons. One being that as soon as I post another, the count will be off, unless I use some PHP hackery to pull the real number out of the database. Moreover, Wordpress seems to count all of my drafts, the number of which is too embarrassing to mention.

Or I'm just too lazy to count them.