Oh crap. Crapcrapcrap. Craaaaaapcrapcrapcrapcrap.
So I’m doing some random surfing here and it’s finally hit me: most people’s sites suck. If most of them suck, then that means there’s an above average chance that mine does/will. Oh geez. Well, at least it’ll be purty.
Oh, in other news, the site re-design is going rather slowly. In typical Moondoggie ADD fashion, I’ve managed to pile an almost insurMOUNTable amount of learning on my plate. I’ve gone from “I want the site to look different” to “I want the site to look different. And be easier to update. And be organized differently. Maybe a whole new theme.” So now I’m teaching myself Flash and Dreamweaver in addition to my stumbling through CSS and re-learning the JavaScript lodged in my rusty old brain. Oh, and ASP. I think that’s it though. For now.
This should be quite the experience, assuming I get this off the ground. I’ve taken the first steps though – I’ve bought books. Whoooeeeeee doggie!
In the interest of my sanity (and I’m sure this could apply to others as well), I propose that a short physics class is given in addition to the standard driving instruction around here. Wait a minute. I’m not from California originally – is there actually some kind of mandatory driving instruction here? I seem to remember fuming behind a driver’s ed car, but judging from people’s driving habits you wouldn’t think classes exist for that sort of thing.
Anyways, a good portion of the drivers around here could benefit from a basic grounding in physics. Namely problems such as “If I’m travelling at a speed of 25 mph and decide to move into a lane occupied by a car 20 yards behind me going 65 mph, how far into the next county is this car going to propel me?”
Perhaps I’m wrong. It might just be a matter of not looking in mirrors. Not looking behind them. Not thinking. Ooo! Maybe they’re all out to get me! That’s always a possibility. Or perhaps I’m driving just fast enough to send my car out of the visible spectrum. It’s not my fault that I only feel comfortable when I’m 20 mph over the speed limit.
Whaddaya know? He’s back! Sorta. Life’s been kinda crazy as of late. Looking at my blog, apparently “as of late” is approximately equal to one year. Go figure. So much has happened since the next post, I’m not even going to bother updating you – you’ll just have to figure it out for yourself.
Oh donchoo worry yore purty little haid. I’ll get around to updating everything eventually. In the meantime, my posting’ll be rather spotty as I’m trying to come up with a new design for the site. And I know I’ve said it a million times before (well okay, maybe five times, ten at the outside) – this time, there’ll be CONTENT!!
Or at the very least, some pretty pictures.
Not much time to post for the past few days – imagine that, they have me working. I finished off the bag of M&Ms a couple of days ago due to exceedingly strenuous moderation on my part, so today I hit the machine again. I’m thinking about swinging by Costco & gettin’ El Bag-o Grande de M&M’s, so stay tuned. Of course, if I do, who knows how long it’ll take me to count ’em. In the meantime, here’s 75 cents worth for today:
7 Green
7 Yellow
5 Red
4 Brown
3 Orange
2 Blue
28 Total
Today’s batch was 17.86% cancerous, which could actually be quite higher since they all tasted rather stale for some reason.
Okay, it’s time to start ranting about soft drinks again. On our floor this morning, we have one smoothee in a can, one 7 Up and a… Fresca. Who in the hell drinks Fresca? I go downstairs to the next floor and find a bazillion Diet Cokes, 5 more smoothees in a can and (praise the caffeinated gods) a Mountain Dew. Now I’m drinking the drink choice of an extreme nation and my day can begin. Booya.
Talk about perfect timing. Burfdog is going wacko barking at nothing in particular and I’m listening to this song with the chorus of “I’m gonna kill the dog next door, ain’t gonna bark anymore…” All of us in my area are rallying around the song right now. I think my WinAmp has turned violent on me – now it’s switched to “Let There Be Guns”, also by the Worms. The scary thing is, it’s set to random play right now. I guess I’d better put on my headphones before Denis Leary kicks in…
Oh my blog, he’s back! I haven’t been in much of an “update my life” mood as of late, so everything’s fallen by the wayside. If you think this blog is bad, you should see my yard. And if you do see my yard, could you do something about it for me? It scares me.
Anyway, the reason for me to dust off my blog and do an update was yet another purchase of M&Ms (peanut, as always). This time, I sprung for a big bag from the local deli to finally do a cost/cancer comparison. I bought a 10 ounce bag and got down to counting:
10 Orange
15 Green
15 Blue
17 Red
18 Brown
33 Yellow
108 Total
My, my, my – look at all of them thar yeller ones. The big bag had a relatively small cancer index – this one was a mere 16.67% cancerous. As for the cost, it was pretty much close to the same as our unfaithful little machine here at work. If it belches out 73 M&Ms, the cost is 2.74 cents each, while the 72 M&M payout runs at 2.77 cents each. The bag weighs in at 2.77 cents each as well, so the only real difference is exercise.
In other news, the word for the day is “smurf”. Now, isn’t that just smurfy?
Well, today was rollover day for the deodorant. I screwed up last time and bought the stick kind rather than the spiffy gel kind. For those of you who read the labels and don’t get stuck with the stick, there comes a day in the stick’s life that I call rollover day. This is the day when you have just a tiny bit of the stick left. You turn the little dial to make it peek its head out, which makes the majority of the stick be above the holder. Thus, when you try to apply the deodorant, the stick part rolls over the holder part and you scream and cuss as you try to make sure it doesn’t get on your clothes during the journey to the floor.
So, today was rollover day and I feel like one of those testers in the old deodorant ads. One of my arms has had the stuff put on it, the other hasn’t. Of course, once it rolled over, I did the natural thing and tried to catch it. Have you ever tried washing that stuff off? You can’t. Well, at least I can’t. So now, not only is my hand strangely sticky, everything I eat has a refreshing minty flavor. Yum!
This is a truly sad week for the science world. A nation mourns its loss.