Friday, May 14, 2004
i am losing my mind.
i have a new design (ironically, quite a peaceful one), and some *fucking* close tag or dot or definition has me totally hosed.
i cannot for the life of me figure out how i've fucked up a perfectly good piece of code.
anyone wanna debug it for me? i'll pay, in beer or as you like. my guess is, if you know blogger tags, you can point out the error of my ways in under five minutes.
pardon me. i'm going to go scream into a pillow and bang my head against the desk.
edited to add: because deciding to recode your entire page by hand, when you have only the foggiest of ideas as to how to make CSS, javascript and blogger tags play nicely together, and you're feeling like a hormonal, stressed-out, anxiety-ridden freak show is always a good idea, right? :/
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
i thought i was just having a hard time following the news. god knows, my brain is more mush than not these days.
but wait! it's not just me! it has been a big waffle-fest!
Bush administration has used 27 rationales for war in Iraq, study says
and that was just the first year.
(yes, it's a student thesis. but it seems quite thorough - there's a link at the bottom of the article to the thesis itself, all 200+ pages of it.)
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driving in to work today, i heard the familiar hiss and pop of vinyl coming out of the speakers.
one of the local stations, HRB, is playing a Nina Simone Orgy (apparently this is an annual May thing, these orgies), and someone dug way far back for a double album, on vinyl, and (thank you, students!) played it the way you should - put the needle down and play the whole damn side, dead air and all, altho with well-loved vinyl, it's hardly silent. ;)
I don't want a man with Harvard or Yale degrees
Because I don't intend to play 'Information, please'.
Just squeeze me or baby you gonna freeze me
You've got to Romeo me, make feel like I'm Salomè
- I Love to Love, Nina Simone
she had one of the most unique voices in music, and her rendition of
Little Girl Blue is devastatingly beautiful, one of those songs that can reduce me to tears.
the drive in today, all 45 minutes of it, was worth it, because Nina was keeping me company.
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Tuesday, May 11, 2004
augh!
okay - so i thought i had a way to handle Twitchy McFidget. wheel my chair over to the edge of my cube, and simply block him from coming in to my space. if that failed, the 'let's find a conference room' rubrick might do the trick.
much to my delight, that has stopped him from handling every damn thing in my cube.
much to my horror, he is now fixated on my hangers. pick 'em up, twirl, balance on head, chew on the metal hook, scratch his back... gah! today, i snapped and said 'could you just put that down? it's really distracting me.' worked briefly, but when he came back five minutes later? back to square one.
the hangers are now under my desk. god help him if he starts playing with my coat hook.
updated to say: this has got to take the cake. Twitchy McFidget came back and i couldn't stave him off in time - he started playing with a slinky (same one he had all over his face last week), and dropped it over his soda can. i said 'why don't you just take that, Twitchy?' his response? 'but then i wouldn't be as entertained coming over here!'
news flash, Twitchy - my property is not here for your entertainment.
i've taken all the gadgets off my desk, and told my boss to please say something... before i have to. and trust me - the next comment won't be pretty.
update #2: words were had (altho not by me), and he was quite apologetic. apparently, he was sans clue
that there might even be a problem.
i think things will stay off the desk for a while anyway. perhaps it's a good time for a minimalist phase.
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Monday, May 10, 2004
unconscious mutterings:
Vagina :: Eve Ensler
Racism :: incomprehensible
Mother's Day :: sunny
Fire alarm :: prank
Elvis :: has left the building
Pregnant :: new niece
Vacation :: planning
Waffles :: boat
Perpendicular :: teeth
Hospital :: disinfectant
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Sunday, May 9, 2004
i've been told i'm soft-spoken, so i thought perhaps he just didn't hear me.
but no, it was more that he didn't believe what he'd heard.
i'd gone into the store to pick up a bottle of wine, and after wandering the aisles fruitlessly, i decided to ask. up to the counter, and up to the pleasant-looking older gentleman, dress shirt in rich plummy pink, nice smile.
'i feel a bit rude asking this,' i said brightly. 'but do you carry a wine called Fat Bastard?'
he leaned forward just a bit, tilted his head. 'excuse me?'
'Fat. Bastard.'
'get out. you're kidding! there's a wine called that?' and he walks over to the younger guy working there, saying 'you'll never believe this one. guess what she asked for?'
fortunately, both the younger guy and the woman he was waiting on said 'oh, yeah - second to last aisle, on the left!' Mr. Pink Shirt actually walked over with us, just to make sure he'd heard correctly, and walked away, shaking his head.
leave it to me to have a soft spot for interestingly-named wines. ;)
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