Yes, I revised the HTML. I also added a link to the cruft archive.
It's rainy here and women are still wearing those stupid open toed shoes. I have determined there are huge genetic differences in te brain chemistry of men & women.
I wrote up another Ultima story. Read it here.
Thanks to invaluable help from James of the All-New trikster.com I am finally able to update the Dots Count:
I was walking into work from the parking structure this morning. I take the stairs because it's the only exercise my sorry ass gets. A women headed down the stairs just in front of me. She walks down the stairs at a snail's pace. WTF? I normally blaze down the stairs 2 at a time.
Then I realized, she's wearing women's shoes. Some sort of stupid ass sandal with no back. She's going slow because she's afraid her shoes will fall off otherwise.
Let me say this out in the open. Women's shoes are the result of collective mass insanity by the fairer sex. Why else would women put up with uncomfortable shoes that can fall off your feet.
Thank God I am a man.
Been busy in RL lately. But the opinions keep flowing in my cerebellum.
Survivor - Disclaimer: I have watched a total of 1/2 of on Survivor show and 5 minutes of last night's finale. I really didn't watch much of it. My brother says I have no right to have an opinion on the show. Screw that. That Richard dude should not have won. He was a mean, backstabbing, nekkid jerk. He should have been booted weeks ago. 'nuff said.
Touchpads - I was over at my parents house tonight. My father is running a Mac and he uses a little touchpad instead of a mouse. This drives me insane. He needed help with Netscape and I had to use it. After five minutes of attempting to move windows & files my brain began leak out my ears. I demanded a mouse. My father grabbed the mouse off my mother's Mac. I disconnected the foul touchpad and connected the mouse. As I moved the mouse it made an audible rattle. Rattle? WTF? I pop the mouse open and look at the rollers. I kid you not that the crud was 1/8 inch thick on the rollers. I scraped and scraped and finally made the mouse usable. Then I pushed the mouse and it went in the wrong direction. The touchpad driver must reverse the control for some ungodly reason. Undaunted I continued to try and resolve his Netscape issue. As the halves of my brain began to split apart, I finally finished the task and got his bookmarks back in order. Touchpads must be destroyed.
Quake III Arena - I booted Q3A to check out the graphics with my new GeForce. Unreal Tournament still ownzors Q3A. Them Quake players are all newbs.
Overclocking - I help Joe from work overclock his new Athlon with a pencil. Check out the pictures here.
Lastly, go check out fairtunes.com. The site give you the ability to pay your favorite bands directly. If you are a napster/scour/imesh/gnutella junkie, you need to get your ass to this site and pay up.
Well, since I am brave I tried a box of Dots again today. As you may recall, I receieved a box of very nasty Dots last week.
I am happy to report that today's box of Dots was fine. No white crusty substances at all!
For your information there were 18 Dots in the box. 5 lime, 5 orange, 4 cherry, 3 lemon, and 1 strawberry. Why only one strawberry? Only further post-lunch treats will determine if this a fluke or a anti-stawberry conspiracy.
I log onto Siege Perilous to do my usual lockpick run around Skara Brae to find the elusive semi-rare whips. My r33t mule skills usually allow to pick and disarm the barrels & chests with ease.
This morning I run into two barrels that I can't seem to disarm. I wasn't playing much attention when a barrel popped in my face. No worry I think I have 100 STR. Then I see the poison message. Level 5 poison? WTF? When did these barrels get level 5 poison? I've been disarming them for weeks and never had this problem. I res and go back to get the last barrel. Level 5 poison again. What a pain in the ass.
Normally I enjoy a tasty sweet snack after lunch. Yesterday, one of my staff, James, brought me a box of Dots. You know, the soft, fruity gel candy you sometimes find at theaters.
Well, to my dismay, there was a very bad looking Dot inside the box.
There was some nasty white crust on top of the Dot. I examined the rest of the box and there were other quite dodgy Dots. I decided not to eat them.
I think I need to examine my candy a bit more closely from now on.
I must not fear moderation.
Fear of moderation is the mind-killer.
Fear of moderation is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my karma.
I will permit moderation to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the karma has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
Last weekend was my birthday. Woo hoo. Besides a surprise party, I was treated to the joy of having my lovable but loud children stay at my parents house. Ah, silence...
On Sunday, Michele and I decided to see a movie. We wanted to see Gladiator but it wasn't playing close by. We went to see the Klumps with Eddie Murphy. We got there 30 minutes early 'cause I thought there'd be lines. There were no lines, so we grabbed good seats.
Once inside the place stared filling up. At one point a huge guy walked in a plopped down in a seat to our left. There was a loud 'snap'. I looked over and noticed the chair backing had split. The guy had actaully broken the chair. Rather then get up, he just continued to sit there and yuck it up. Next I caught a strange aroma in the air. Being the parent of a child in diapers, I am used to strange smells wafting by. I turned to Michele and said, "Is that Chinese food?". She said it was kimchee. I sniffed again. Yes, kimchee it was. For those that don't know kimchee, it's a Korean food made of cabbage. Imagine rotting cabbage mixed with vinegar and left outside in the sun for a few weeks. An extremely foul smell. A turn your stomach and make you gag kind of smell. In any case, we spied a pair up front sucking down the kimchee in the movie theater. I could not believe it. Don't these people know that movies are meant for salty and sweet foods, not sour! Once the movie began they put the food away. Unbelievably, in the middle of the movie they opened up and began eating more. It made me want to walk over and fart directly in the faces. I didn't do that, but someone should have.
On other fronts, my father-in-law suprised me with a Hercules GeForce GTS 2 DDR 64MB video card. Yes, I know own the top video card! Ph3ar my mad frame rate. At 1280 x whatever, 32 bit color, and max detail resolution, I get a frame rate averaging 75. Yes, you are jealous. And well you should be.
Oh yeah, the Klumps was funny.