It appears my website broke itself. I promise I didn’t touch anything – I blame elves.
Hooray for the people at site5.com (my superfantastic host) for fixing it for me within about 15 minutes!
My admin page is still all borked, so if anyone wants to get together and fix it with me, I’d be eternally grateful! I should really get on learning myself some of this damn webby stuff.
In the meantime, happy rainy humpday!
All my dreams are coming true!
I see a trip to Best Buy in Bellingham in my immediate future.
Hear that dooce? Now all we need is Target….
A wee tidbit about me that some of you may not know: When I feel cranky, I shop. I’ve always had magpie eyes, and few things bring a glimmer of joy to my heart like something shiny and new. This is the part where, if I were a popular blogger, some troll would psychobabble me into a corner talking about how I’m a bad person because I fill voids with material things. Sometimes it’s better not being the popular kid.
But I digress…
I had a particularly bad dose of the nasties today when I woke up. They didn’t disappear with time or caffine, so after a few hours I popped out for coffee and to buy a particular pair of sunglasses I’d been lusting after for much of the summer. Of course, the sunglasses were not at the Sunglass Hut. And nothing else but that particular pair would do. So I left empty handed. My Visa thanks me.
Except maybe not…
Because now I’m thinking that those sunglasses were about $200, which is 2/3 of the cost of an iPod nano. Which makes me droooooooooool. And since winter’s coming, where I won’t really need the sunglasses as much – and the pair I do have is at least functional – maybe the nano is a wise investment? I mean really, saving myself that $200 by not buying sunglasses means the nano is a bargain at around $100 (after I buy accessories, pay taxes, etc…).
Except that $200 isn’t really money I’m “saving” – it’s money I should be saving, for things like fixing that thing that’s wrong with my car, or moving in the spring, or paying off the bill for the hockey tickets I just bought, or if I must buy some sort of gadget, replacing my aging and dying monitor is probably a better use of my dollars.
But the sweet siren song of the nano, she is strong… I am weak… help!
So I’m trying to figure out how to create a blog post with two pictures in it – and my coding skills are pretty much non-existent.
Anyone wanna email me with whatever will work in wordpress?
Thanks!
Alternate title: what happens when A Beautiful Mind meets Everquest.
“Right now my focus is on one of my stats that I call CER – my Chick Exposure Rate. See, as my CER increases, my probability of performing a critical hit (getting a date) dramatically increases. It’s just a matter of simple statisti-” Davis then broke off, his eyes following an attractive University of Florida co-ed on rollerblades.“Yow! Now that’s a perfect level ten,” Davis said appreciatively.
Davis explained that talking to the “level ten” girl was out of the question due to his lack of experience. “When you first start an RPG, you don’t immediately strap on your leather armor and charge headlong at a Lich King. You’ve got to work your way up to it. And so it is with women.”
Basically this guy has decided to approach life as an RPG, in order to battle his social anxiety. He’s had to logically break things down into a situation he understands, in order to function as a socially apt human being.
I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or break out the 20D D20 (I just lost all my nerd cred).
Step 1: go download Google Talk.
Step 2: add me as a contact (peechie [at] gmail [dot] com).
Step 3: chill and enjoy!
Does anyone know of a skilled and honest mechanic within the Downtown/Burnaby/North Shore area?
My car needs a tune-up, and I just don’t have the time to get out to the home of the parental units and take care of it with dear ol’ Dad. Last time it needed some sort of repair, I tried to wait until I “had time” and it barfed up the drive belt all over the freeway. I’d rather not do that again.
Thanks in advance if you can recommend someone. I’ll be sure to drop your name when I go in, so you’ll get any sort of referral bonus or good juju the shop may want to pass your way.
Dear Website Designers,
I love cookies. I am a cookie monster! They make life easier, and I’m a fan of anything that makes life easier.
However, they are designed to work a certain way. When you have that little “remember me” button to check, it should be UNCHECKED when I visit your website. If I want your website to remember me, I have no problem checking it once, and being remembered forever more – or at least until I clear the cache/history to erase any evidence of the donkey porn I’ve been watching.
But do you understand how much WORK it is for me to have to UN-CHECK the damn box every single FREAKIN’ TIME I log-in to your site on a shared computer where I don’t WANT my co-workers to ever realize what kinda freaky shit I’m doing in here by myself? (co-workers: kidding – no freaky shit taking place, I’m just checking my email…).
Anyway, website designers, realize that real people use your stuff, and enough with the counter-intuitive bullshit.
Much love,
-Jen
The car inspection report is back.
There are issues. Many small ones that don’t merit much consideration, and a couple larger ones.
I am not amused at the larger ones.
I obviously need to turn up the hardass and give the salesperson some hell.
Maybe after a nap.
My cell phone contract isn’t up until October-ish… but I’m hoping to convince the fine folks at Telus Mobility to let me renew it a little early, because methinks it’s time for a new phone.
A CAMERAPHONE. So I can take pictures like this. And this. And phallic cinnamon twists, which I’d totally have a picture of for you if I had a cameraphone!
I think I’ve narrowed it down to two choices – but I really have no experience with either brand (being a motorola/samsung girl thus far). My absolute requirements for any phone are to have a display on the front, so I don’t have to open it to see who’s calling (it’s the little things), as well as being some sort of flip phone so I don’t start phoning people from my pocket or purse. So, some advice would be appreciated. Your choices are:
Any reccomendations?
Shopping last night was a fantastic time. Sue and I conqurerd Richmond Centre and both came away with some great finds. I managed to spend more on a cheese knife, than a pair of jeans. To be fair, the jeans were on sale at Old Navy, and the knife is FANTASTIC. I obviously have my priorities straight. Then I meandered home, had a beer, and went to bed.
Woke up, went to check my email… and…. nothing. No internet connection.
Reboot the computer… nothing.
Power-cycle the modem and router… nothing.
ipconfig /release /renew… nothing.
Call Shaw to hear “oh, this is bad. Your modem must be fried, because it.. uh… doesn’t exist.”
Forego plans for pyjammas, coffee, french toast and bacon to trek down to the Shaw store to swap out the busted modem for a new one.
And now, I have a slick new modem and ultrafastupserduperhighspeed internet. And Cheese.
Life is good.
Can anyone point me to a resource of some sort that will show me how to edit the ID tags on my mp3s?
Thanks.
I’m currently taking an MS Access class through work. Right now we’re talking about Validating Data.
The instructor just said “If you’re doing data entry work right now, I’m sorry. Because it’s a horrible job. It’s tedious, and exacting, and if you make mistakes you usually get in trouble for it. Our job as database designers is to create validation rules that force the users to enter good data and minimize mistakes.”
Nothing wrong with that statement, right?
Right… except….
I’ve just realized that I left my email client open at home.
There it is, happily chugging away downloading all my messages every 5 minutes and promptly deleting them from the server.
So I can’t check my personal webmail accounts ALL DAY (despite the fact that all I really get on it is blog comments, mailing list stuff, and spam).
The fact that this is of any importance to me whatsoever makes me think I need to wean myself off of technology a bit.
When you’re drinking milk out of a squeezeable container, it’s usually wise to avoid closing your mouth until AFTER you stop squeezing.
I’m just sayin’.
