Beth: YOU HAVE VOTING PRIVS AS A SPONSOR.
Beth: VOTE FOR ME>
Me: OK I WAILL!111
Beth: AER YOUJ sINGEL
Me: HELLO IAM ON TEH INTARNET!11 IAM FROM AOL WHICH ISS ONT EH EINTERWEBNET!1
Me: PLEASE HAEVE SEXES WITH ME!1
Beth: lol…..
Me: so anyway
Me: find me someone to have sexes with
Me: what’s gabe doing?
Beth: YOU CANNOT HAVE SEXES WITH HIM.
Me: I WILL CALL HIM NANCY AND DRESS HIM NICE
I hate Macromedia Flash. More precisely, I hate almost every instance of Flash I have ever seen, with the possible exception of Praystion.com. Why this abject loathing of Flash? Advertisements. One of the worst ways to try to sell me something via website advertisements is to plaster thirty swoopy dancing bouncing Flash ads over 80% of a website.
Since my primary browser is Mozilla, I normally block banner-ad servers as a matter of course. [Right-click the banner ad, “block images from this server”.] However, since Mozilla is still somewhat retarded, it isn’t possible to block Flash ads from the right-click context menu. Heck, it’s not even possible to find any information about these ads. Even better, Mozilla offers no Plugin preferences in the current versions.
Absolutely gorgeous: pixie-small with big brown eyes, pale complexion, and her black hair tied up in a red kerchief that matched her red lipstick.
“Having a good day?” I asked.
She grinned and rolled her eyes, “Good and bad.” She whispered, “I hate the guy I’m working with.”
I smile sympathetically.
“But today’s my last day, which is fun, but sad in a way.”
“Going to a new job?”
“No, I’m going to college.”
For those of you still on the PeeCee upgrade merry-go-round, the AMS GBox looks like a nice little LAN case.
I am Jack’s Jump onto the Bandwagon.
Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Atlanta, Smyrna, Eric, Male, 26-30!
Even in a city this size, with at least fifteen other webloggers, I’ve only met one in person who isn’t one of the original Flogeeks crew. If you know someone who shares common interests online, is it necessarily a good idea to meet them offline?
Woohoo! Knight Rider was such a great show … when I was ten.
Doug never got over the coolness of KITT, and even has his cellphone ringtone set to an ultra-loud KR theme song.
“Doug, KITT’s calling you from outside. He says some jerk in a Mercedes clipped your door, and wants you to go kick the guy’s ass.”
The Nail Box. This is the most disturbing thing I’ve seen in … hours, at least.
Yay! Sam is here for a week, and we’re playing video games and eating food! What fun!
Hopefully, he won’t be dead of boredom by Friday.
Apples are as organic as the name implies. Devices that plug into the main machine often have additional connector ports, which in turn serve to connect other devices. A camera plugs into a keyboard that is home to a mouse, and the keyboard connects to the G4 tower. Rather than the monolithic PC tower, where adding a peripheral requires turning off the system, removing panels, and socketing new cards, the Apple peripherals and systems sprout and sprawl like living things across and through the desktop. The iPod, covered in its semitransparent plastic cover, slurps electricity from a cable connected to an external hard drive, itself connected to the G4.
After hiding indoors for most of the Fourth of July holiday, I dragged Laura to Boaz, with a promise of Slurpees and cemeteries.
The first stop was a mercifully brief visit with my grandparents. Please understand: my grandparents are very sweet, very old, and live across the street from their Southern Baptist church. I’m not quite sure they understood Laura’s jet-black hair or sporadically-pierced head.
After the “Uncomfortable Silence Fun Palace”, we met up with the world-famous Beth, and drove around the countryside snapping photos of old country graveyards. Even better, Beth got me stuff! Stuff includes: the Heavy Metal Candlesticks O’ Doom, a little demon for my car antenna, and a framed cross-stitch. Yay!