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Hello.  I hope you’re doing well.  This is kind of awkward, but the blog has moved.  Feel free to continue into this site.  The history is here, and a few new posts will be here as well.  But your blog reading experience will really be much more satisfying if you continue to the site’s new home.  Check it out.  And please update your bookmarks / favorites while you’re at it.  I’ll see you there.

Come Enjoy A Heapin' Helpin' Of My Blog Hospitality

Come Enjoy A Heapin' Helpin' Of My Blog Hospitality


For the first official post at the new blog home, let’s review how the transition went, from my perspective.

I still have some loose ends to clean up but am 90% complete with the move. As with any change, I ran into a hiccup midway through. During my last blog migration, I had no issues taking the history of the previous site and importing it into the new site. But when you’re dragging four-plus years of posts, you can run into problems.

The software I’m using now only allows you to import 2 GB of data. My first attempt checked in at nearly six gigs. I couldn’t find a way to split the data into segments, so around 9:30 Saturday night, I began looking for things to delete from the old site. First, I deleted all but the most recent images that were attached to the posts. I deleted any videos I’d imported or other media files that I’d uploaded over the years. After all that work, still way too high.

Next, I deleted all the old comments. That kind of sucked, since I wanted to keep those. I never read back through them, and doubt any of you want to go back and read what you posted in March 2006, but it would have been nice to have access to them. So, in blocks of 20, I deleted nearly 700 comments. Now I was down to 3.5 GB.

About the only thing left to do was to start deleting posts. Fortunately, as I flipped through the 1100 or so posts, I could look at the category and the opening sentences and make a quick determination of whether a post really needed to come across. I took about six cracks at it, slowly getting closer to the 2 GB barrier, and finally just after midnight Sunday morning got to that point exactly. I quickly imported the posts before I screwed anything up and it appeared to go as expected. For the record, I’m starting the new blog with 519 posts imported from the last two sites.

One bummer is that the old posts aren’t registering in the archives section. However, they are showing up when you use the search box. So, you can’t look at the list and go straight to April 2008. But, you can search for Mario Chalmers and get every post in which I’ve mentioned him, including those from April 2008. Again, I don’t know how many of you will even want to dig back through the archives, but at least they’re there.

So that’s where we are as of Sunday night. Hopefully all will work as expected from the user-side. Please do let me know if you run into any issues, if you have suggestions, etc. I should have everything I want done to the site during phase one completed this week. Phase two starts whenever I am ready to take a crack at designing my own theme.

I mentioned a week or two ago that some changes were in order here at The Brannan Blog. You may think it was just me tinkering with the visual theme of the blog, as I’ve done a couple times in recent weeks. Not so fast, my friends. There is more. Much more. Read on for the details.

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Big baby news. Lia is now rolling over. She was close over the weekend, then finally did it at the in-law’s on Monday. Now, stick her on the floor and she’s a rolling fool.

She’s added other tricks, as well. She’s learned how to bounce in her exersaucer. Monday night we were doing the 30 minutes to wipe her out before bedtime trick. She was bouncing in it like she was riding a horse, grinning at me the entire time. It wasn’t that long ago when she could only last about five minutes in the thing. Tuesday morning, I stuck her in it for an hour.

She has also added some fun new happy sounds to her vocal tool box. She has some sweet chirps and squeaks that she lets fly when she’s playing or wants your attention.

A larger, very important post coming up later today.

I’m drinking a little tonight, as anyone who flipped by ESPN2 between 9:30 and 11:30 EST can imagine, so understand this truly comes from the heart. T

he combination of next day delivery from Amazon and instant package tracking on the Internet is a wonderful thing. I ordered a new toy at approximately 12:30 Wednesday afternoon. According to my little tracking widget, it left Reno, NV tonight, but the status is the cheery “Delivered Soon!” It almost makes me want to stay up all night drinking and waiting for the FedEx truck to show up. If I didn’t have kids, I just might be doing that right now.

Economic collapse and all, this is a great freaking country.

I know I don’t have many readers who enjoy a fine European soccer game. But perhaps even my non-soccer watching friends find it interesting that ESPN has suddenly added European soccer scores to their ticker at the same time they’re trying to nab the U.S. rights to the English Premier League. “Oh, we’re crazy about soccer at ESPN! Look, we stick the scores right in there with all the latest A-Rod updates and countdowns to the next Duke-UNC games.”

I just hope if they get the rights they keep the British announcers. That’s one of the best parts of the games on FSC.

I enjoy the thought of viewers with a narrow world view watching the scores from a blue collar bar in Pittsburgh. “What the hell’s an Inter? Who names their team Arsenal? Is there a Fake Madrid too?”

Navel lint. OK, maybe you didn’t want to know.

Revealed: The secrets of belly button fluff

Driving around Monday, I heard each of the following songs two times:

“Hey Jealousy” – The Gin Blossoms
“Rebel Yell” – Billy Idol
“Crazy” – Seal
“Creep” – Radiohead

Apparently one person is programming every radio station in the entire Indy market. Either that or DJs around town were listening to their competition and getting inspiration.


I guess you’ll want a little something about the fine contest Sunday between the hooping fives from Missouri and Kansas, played in Lawrence Sunday. A little something is what it will be, indeed.

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Meghan has finally mastered the Knock Knock joke. It took some help from mom, but she can now say two jokes correctly: the old stand bys “Orange” and “Boo.”

This is a big deal because since she first discovered Knock Knock jokes a year ago, she’s kind of missed the point. Here’s an example of a 2008 Meghan Knock-Knock joke.

Meghan: “Knock knock!”
Me: “Who’s there?”
Meg: “Pink flower.”
Me: “Um, pink flower who?”
Meg: “Pink flower silly baby underpants! HAHAHAHAHA!”

It’s impossible to recreate exactly what her final response would be, but in each case they would be utter nonsense followed by her manic guffawing. It left me scratching my head, wondering if I had dropped her on her own head in her earliest months and somehow created this weird kid who said such odd things.

I’ll gladly take five minutes of the same two jokes repeated constantly over that.

She’s very good at riddles, also. Car trips around town are easy when she’s in the mood for riddles.