Over the last two and a half weeks I became, dare I say, a developer. In the grades of developers, I rate myself a demo-jockey, well below the level of an architect. I put my writing on hold, skipped the yearly dude trip to Desolation Wilderness, ignored most people including my exceedingly understanding wife, and [...]
[waking into real life]
I know JavaScript.
And now I need some sleep. After making that demo, I think I should make a Wordpress plug-in.
For various reasons (like the occasional important message that dumps into junk message central), I have to review my junk email daily. Today, I found my new favorite junk mail title:
I want the one with the chrome curb feelers that makes it look like a giant silverfish.
Before the trip to Shakespeare Santa Cruz today, Janna and I handed over approximately $4k to her parents. That paid off a personal loan we took from them. With the sales of my car and the payoff of Janna’s last Credit card in July, that’s three loans down in less than 30 days.
Life is great [...]
Unless you’re a stellar editor, write damnit!
Submit your writing to others in the group.
Drink lots.
Critique.
Drink more.
Drink only when reading and not reading.
Never speak obliquely, always in the face with all comments. Spit.
Use excessive profanity, be imaginative and fart occasionally.
Be particularly hard on the educated, the experienced, the knowledgable, they don’t know shit.
Toss all the rules [...]
I’m sure John Stewart has done something with this. It doesn’t even need commentary. It’s a minute and a half of brilliance. I see how John Kerry lost the election. He flip-flopped. Americans hate flip floppers.
My new favorite curse. And nothing has made me yell it more than this flash game. Sure, I should be doing something more constructive. Whatever. I got to level 50 and my eyes are bleeding. How far can you get?
PS. I still haven’t heard a sufficient answer to my previous post.
Supermodel = my wife. She’s 5′ almost 11″ for god sakes. She should forgo everything and be a damn supermodel with those legs. But whatever, this isn’t about her slutting herself out for the Italian designers. This about the funny things she says.
In the middle of an argument, Janna says, “You’re drunk. I’m more right [...]