I Chose...Poorly

Attended a presentation by some Google folks on some stuff. They're an obscure Web outfit you probably haven't heard of. Anyway, at the refreshment table, there was an assortment of King Size candy bars. The usual Mars, Hershey, et al products were represented. I narrowed my choices down to Milky Way vs. Snickers.

I should have chosen the Snickers.

Still ate it, though.

Oops, I Did It Again

I moved my Platonic Friends site over to joelogon.com. In the process, I yet again managed to overwrite my joelogon.com index.html file.

Thanks to a four-year-old backup and my near-eidetic memory, I was able to recreate it.

Tab A in Slot B

The mouse was frozen when I booted up my machine at ork this morning. It's a USB mouse with a serial adapter (silly thinkpad docking station at ork only has 1 USB port and I don't have a hub yet). Rebooted a few times, unplugged it and checked the adapter, swapped adapters, plugged it into the USB port (orked okay). Then, I took a closer look at the icons on the dock.

I'd been plugging the mouse into the keyboard port.

It orks okay now.

Artless Is a Whiner

But I added a HaloScan comments thingy anyway.

Oh wait, the basic version adds a text ad at the bottom of the comment window. Right now it's apparently running an ad by some barely literate right-wingers. So we'll see how long this lasts.

Just started looking at blosxom (what a bad, bad name), may switch over to that. Or not.

What Do You Do When You're Branded?

Made turkey burgers last night. Baked, so they're really just flat meatballs. Originally, my dumb thing was that I put the chopped onions and garlic in the meat without frying it up first, but it doesn't really matter. It also was overshadowed later when I was switching the baking trays from the top rack to the bottom rack; the top rack was out, and I ended up hitting it and grilling my arm:


I don't usually wear my watch on my right, but I wanted to show the scale. Just over an inch long, 1/4 inch wide.

Haircut 100

Hair kept flopping into my eyes so I went for a cut at lunch. Now I'm covered with loose hair.

Did I mention that I'm also wearing a white t-shirt? White-ish, anyway.

It's not a very good cut, either.

When Did This Happen?

I'm eating a caesar salad. I just caught myself thinking, "Red onions would go pretty well with this."

The dumb part is that it took me three tries to spell "caesar" correctly.

Poor Judgment or Simple Dumbness?

Buying post-Easter candy:
* 2 bags of speckled peanut butter M&Ms
* 1 bag each of "Easter" Nerds and Gobstoppers
* 3 15-piece packages of Peeps

Umbrella Lesson

A large golf-style umbrella, when opened, will not fit through a standard doorway.

Archives Work Now. Such as They Are.

The archives work now. I gave up on trying to have them link to /blog/archives, so now they live in /blog.

Thanks to the person who e-mailed me a suggestion on the *.html extension; I hadn't noticed it was missing, though it didn't seem to be affecting anything.

Of course, I deleted your e-mail as I was despamming my account. Pam? Beatnik? Something.

Right Bag. Wrong Time.

Went to the gym at the office last night. It's in a building across the street, so I drove over (lazy, but it's so I go straight home afterwards, instead of being tempted to "finish up a few things" at my desk). I pulled my bag out of the car and went to the locker room.

I brought my laptop bag, not my gym bag.

This is not the first time that has happened.

More Stupid Than Dumb

Still can't get the Archives links to work properly. Granted, there's not much to archive, but it's the principle of the thing.

The files are there (http://www.joelogon.com/blog/archives/), but apparently I am not entering the correct value to get the hyperlinks to point in the right place.

If anyone has any advice, please mail me using the e-mail link to your right.

Chew Gum, Not Tongue.

Apparently, at some point over the past few days, I have chewed on my tongue (perhaps while missing my gum) or licked a Shards o' Glass pop, because my tongue is really sore.

I am fairly certain that no one else has been chewing on my tongue. More's the pity.

April Fowl's Day

Reference the chicken drumsticks I made earlier in the week. I was heating them up in the office microwave and ready to take them back to my desk. Things started to get complicated, since I also had a takeout tray of salad and a cup of ice. I stack things and start to move. Due to this thing which I am told is called "inertia", the chicken started to slide. In an effort to hold this system of untethered objects together, I managed to pull it to my stomach -- in affect, halting the movement of the chicken with my shirt.

Attentive readers will note that the sauce on said chicken is a relatively thick, dark and oily sauce.

It was a nice shirt, too.