We are now officially posting to the servers of my new hosting company. DNS magic is complete and everything should be pointed here now. Please ignore the broken links off the main page as I am completely redoing the site.
Meow, meow, meow-meow.
Category: Site News
Future Subjects
Today as I walked back to my desk from the musty pisstrap hell for overgrown boys down the hall, I neatly outlined four rants that have been steadily chipping away at my sanity slightly after my arrival in Japan. I?m sure I can think of another one, too, in case I want to list five. Today our subjects include:
– Ketchup vs. BBQ Sauce
– Headlight & Horn Etiquette
– Seasonal Vending Machine Coffee Temperature
– Effluvious Packaging
I had originally wanted to cover these as feature pages for this site, and may still do so, but permalinks to an MT blog might work just as well, I suppose. Gotta get my site hosting shit together soon so I can use PHP (or for that matter, FTP) again. Liketh not the 1337 4cR0Nym4G3, d00d? SMD.
Well, I said today but I have temporarily lost the will to write after using those mad haxxor skillz in the last sentence.
New Blogger.com Testing
Do I want to switch to the new Blogger prototype, Dano? Hell yes, life is a chain of upgrades. Heeeere we go…
Wishful Thinking
Thinking about posting here while on vacation. But I didn’t have time to buy an (gasp) analog modem for my Vaio U3 (PCMCIA). Ah, visions of the future… I will be going from 100Mbps LAN at home and 128Kbps wireless PHS card to ANAfuckingLOG MODEMS. But that’s the whole purpose. By next month, I will have technology which in combination with my gadgets and black sorcery, will provide me with a tech level I can piss on 99.9999% of the world’s heads from – for at least 5 years. My intention is to give it all up after a year, move to the Thai countryside, and purge my life of EMR for a while. Does it make me sick? Sometimes I feel so. If it allows me to ignore the urge to urinate for eight hours and stare into a pulsing electron gun while exercising only my fingers, it’s probably less than healthy.
Why the HELL am I writing this now? Must pack…