Muppets!


Weeks of dealing with Kevin has turned both me and Kelli into Muppets.


Weeks of dealing with Kevin has turned both me and Kelli into Muppets.
If this isn’t a big “EFF YOU” to a certain unnammed broadcasting company, I don’t know what is.
Succumbing to peer pressure yet again, I’ve updated my own Geek Code:
For Rod: obsessed with sound-dampening your computer? Look here.
Some browsers don’t just suck, they suck profoundly.
This page is mainly a bookmarks-folder for me, and I use IE5.5, because it’s the best browser around right now. I think it’s really neat that other people read this page, so I’ll fix obvious problems that prevent them from reading it. However, I’m not going to go out of my way to ensure that you, with your Netscape 3.0, on your 386, will be able to read this page. If I were selling widgets, and really needed your business, I would probably do something to accommodate your blatant attempt to live in the past. However, I’m not selling anything, and I don’t even run ads on this page, so I’m not overly concerned with making my site readable to blind Hungarians on their TRS-80 braille web-readers. If it means that much to you, send me some money, and use the super-leet low-bandwidth page.
I’ve been memetically-engineering the folks at work. I wore this godawful Hawaiian shirt yesterday.
Everyone said something to me about it, and I looked at them and said, “It’s Hawaiian-shirt-Thursday.”
“No it’s not!”
“Yes,it is!” I said, “Don’t you even READ your email?!” And I went on and on about it because I know they all trash corporate email without looking at it.
Next Thursday I’m sure some people will be wearing Hawaiian shirts.
I finally gave in to peer pressure and got a cellphone. Since I’m a geek, I got the geekiest one — a Sanyo SCP-4500, which does everything, including my taxes and managing my stock portfolio. It also changes the oil in my car, and generates terrible things to say to Kelli.
I am so three one three three seven now.
I recently regained contact with one of my high school Algebra teachers, Mr. Upton. His manic intensity .. uh.. didn’t really do anything for me, because I hated math. Passionately.
However, to this day I believe his teaching methods to be excellent: he always kept one window open, unless it snowed, he maintained rigid control over the class, and he rotated student seating based on the grades of the last test, lower scores at the front of the class, higher towards the back.
Anybody got a spare 15,000 volt capacitor bank? I want to shrink some quarters.
Here is a fascinating Java-based weblog connectivity map. I’m such a geography nerd.