well, i just had a lil online chat with the dog lady (see links to the right) this morning and she tolded me about a vcast commercial that she said reminded her of me… here’s the link. now, while i tend to sweat while workin out, and Fall Out Boy is pretty BA, they’ve definitely got better songs than that one… so yeah, i needed something to blog about as in the convo we both admitted we suck at this whole blorgin thing… so here’s my attempt to not suck so bad??
things is busy in the life of the me… and i don’t have a super bunches of time to discuss it now, but i will. i still have to talk about the fitness center methinks, and other goodies goin on in my life.
hey, got my (our) taxes done! yay!
i’m not gonna lie to you, i stumble… and i stumble quite a lot. for those who have no clue what i’m talking about… and more than likely you’re a silly IE user… i’m talking about a wonderful FireFox add-on called StumbleUpon (however, i just noticed that it works with IE now? interesing. well, IE STILL $UXX0RZ!)
NEway, i stumbled across this post whilst stumbling today… and it’s true. i look at my old code (on this site and other websites i’ve designed) and i almost want to puke at how poorly they’re done. now, this could be due to the fact that i’ve grown ten-fold (if not more-fold) with the knowledge i’ve attained regarding web design and coding in general. i keep thinking to myself, “self, you should really go back and redo some of those websites”… then, now stands up and says “hold on, you’ve got plenty to do already”. and that’s where this silly little self-conversation stops. i’ve started working on a re-design of this site (and it’ll prolly sit dormant for a year or two before it really takes shape) – hey this was a big upgrade from the previous site (right? or should we all be wondering why this guy is in the web business at all? (don’t answer that)).
the point of this rambling… is i’ve grown in my coding. and i consider that progress. course, how long will it take for the stuff i’m workin on today that i consider to be pretty decent code… to become crap? ah, who the crap cares! HA!
wowsers, it’s been way too darn long since i last posted… i know you all are waiting on baited breath for more of my words of wit… unfortunately, i just got back from a fundraiser and i tired as the fat kid in class. i did feel the need to post an email i got, i’ve gotten it before, but with the snow we’ve gotten over the weekend and the stupid people all around that annoy the crap outta me, this just seemed overly appropriate. enjoy:
Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; Why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn’t always fair; and Maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6 -year-old
boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Calpol, sun lotion or a band-aid to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when you couldn’t defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
His 3 stepbrothers survive him; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I’m A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
