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Sunday, September 28, 2003

Your mileage may vary

For the most part, I'm done wrestling with the blogging software, and the blog transition is pretty much complete.

So now, if you're viewing this and there's a bunch of white space surrounding the text, you're in the wrong spot. You should start going to my index page at www.briandearth.com. It's much prettier.

To use a simple analogy: if you're on the old blog page, it'll still contain all the posts, but it looks like crap. It's like taking a look at me immediately after I get out of bed. Unshaven, hair sticking up, a general grumpiness permeating my being, but still me.

Then I shower. After I get dressed, I look approximately normal. Now, if you go to my index page, the blog looks MUCH better, just like the post-shower me.

And that's pretty much how I wasted my weekend.

Saturday, September 27, 2003

Excuse the mess

I'm about to start screwing around with my blog and designing it for the index page of my site. Right now, it's buried at some obscure URL because I lack any kind of foresight or planning skills whatsoever.

Basically, as I make a short story long, the blog may look funky over the next couple of days as I find time to mess with the code. But the end result will have the blog greet everyone who visits my home page.

By the way, I bought the misterslam.com domain name, bringing one of my two cats into cyberspace. The domain now redirects to my site. Propzzz go out to the fine folks at Tigertech for their great customer service.

Sorry to Robin, my other cat... robin.com is being hogged by a food processing equipment company. Kind of surprising. I figured it would be a porn site.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003

I M stoopid

In my best move of sheer brilliance since the lamentable 1998 Lego Incident, I walked out of the house this morning (in the rain) only to realize that my keys -- necessary for both operating my vehicle and permitting re-entry into my now-locked house -- had been left behind.

Chris soon sprang to my rescue and picked me up for work. He justifiably laughed at me on the way... until we saw a fat guy with no shirt on tinkering with his mailbox. I sighed with relief as this new target of derision took the heat off me.

It was a fitting beginning to a weird day.

Beloit blues

It's been ages since I talked -- I mean really talked -- to any of my friends from college. But there was a double dose tonight as Molly called and talked about her upcoming visit to Savannah (and weekend stay with us) next month.

Then we talked to Marty for about 2 hours. Damn, I miss the fuzzy mop-head, even if he isn't a fuzzy mop-head anymore. We might have even convinced him to overcome his southophobia and visit this fall.

And for the first time since graduation six years ago (holy shit... SIX???), I kind of wish I was back at ol' Bel-wah.

Friday, September 19, 2003

I fell asleep in health class

So I never learned about such inconsequential things as the "food groups" and "basic nutrition." Which is evident in my dinner tonight of chocolate chip cookies, milk and soda.

Sunday, September 14, 2003

"Once Upon a Time in Mexico"

We went to see this last night, and I'm disappointed with it. If you just look at it as a stand-alone movie, it's decent. Johnny Depp is an incredible actor, and Eva Mendes is one of the hottest women on the planet.

But when you watch the movie in the context of the third segment in the "El Mariachi" and "Desperado" trilogy, it fails completely. There are about six convoluted subplots that are never really tied together, and Antonio Banderas' character -- the Mariachi -- is pretty much banished to secondary status in this one. While the first two in the series are so good because they deal with one man's personal vow of revenge, "Once Upon a Time in Mexico" deals more with the characters' roles in a potential coup to overthrow the Mexican president than the relatively minor revenge plot.

Oh well. Time to look forward to the Coen brothers flick coming out soon.

Thursday, September 11, 2003

New toy

So that new iPod I promised myself I wouldn't buy arrived today. Like any tech-obsessed geek, upon opening the box for the first time, I busied myself by completely ignoring the directions and pushing random buttons to see what would happen. The screen immediately blinked into Japanese. Great.

One soft reset later and all my songs are on there. I christened it with "Another Postcard" by the Ladies.

This thing rocks.

Monday, September 8, 2003

Yum yums

Mint chocolate chip ice cream smothered in Hershey's Syrup is the tastiest food on the planet. I would be quite content to eat nothing but that for the rest of my life.

At least until I contracted scurvy and my teeth fell out.

Wednesday, September 3, 2003

must...stop...buying...

I buy the new Barenaked Ladies single on the iTunes Music Store, and the next thing I know I'm living out of my car.

Ok, I exaggerate now and again.

But that damn store is addictive as hell.

Tuesday, September 2, 2003

CAT-astrophe averted

It's hard to believe Mr. Slam and Robin are from the same litter. Well, they're both pinheads. That's about it. But their pinheadedness is markedly different.

Pinheads

On Monday, Mr. Slam saw the open front door... and an opportunity. An opportunity foiled only by the flimsy screen door. His response? Head-butt screen door, try to slip through the brief opening he just created, narrowly fail, meow pitifully, repeat. Since the front of the house is enclosed by a white picket fence, I eventually granted the cat his wish, and he lunged after a lizard. He missed, but seemed more than content to chew on plants, purr and roll in the dirt, all within the safety of his fenced-in playground.

Deborah then decided that Robin would love to join her brother. Yes, Robin, the cat who spends most of her time asleep on the bed or the back of the closet... she will LOVE the outdoors.

Debz carried the cat outside, dropped her on the ground, and the damn cat inexplicably bolted. She wriggled halfway through the fence, got her ass stuck for a couple of seconds and then was free. And terrified. She ran around the back of the house, puffed her tail out and yowled. Fortunately, she allowed herself to be rescued.

Mr. Slam continued searching for his lizard.

Pinheads.

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