Drama has moved in and is sleeping on our sofa
I was originally going to call this one “Drama Don’t Live here Anymore,” but that’s patently untrue.
So! What have we got, oh yes:
- Iain caught what Owen had over the weekend. Brotherman cannot seem to catch a break this season, health-wise. It’s awful.
- Owen had maybe 30 hours of good health before yet another bug got him: Right now he’s napping feverishly. They had to call me at work to come get him today. Fever of 102.9. Bitchy as hell. And currently dosed up on kiddie motrin.
- I myself am in the throes of the throbbing agony of a toothache. Lesson learned: If your dentist tells you to get your wisdom teeth pulled, get your damn wisdom teeth pulled, or otherwise six months later you’ll be screaming on the inside as you try to hit up coworkers for that elusive merrymaker I like to call Ibuprofen.
- I am having major internet blog drama. OMG, the drama. Indicted and held without bail in the court of Internet Crazies. I have learned a lesson from this, too: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times, and maybe I’ll figure out that people will just keep on taking advantage if I let them. Christ, I’m a slow learner.
Why does this shit always happen all at once? Sweet Jesus, let me have just one day to catch my breath. God.
(Oh, and Drama? Take your duffle bag and fuck off. Nobody wants to see you around here.)
Welcome to your new Supafine
I finally just grabbed the bull by the balls or whatever the expression is and switched to WordPress.
My cPanel installation has WordPress as a one-click install. I’d been thinking about switching for a while now, because of that oh-so simple install, but I didn’t get around to it til today. My kick in the pants was Paige’s post about the work she did for a friend’s photoblog.
Here are some other pluses:
- PHP over Perl/CGI= a good thing for me
- bizarrely huge theme/plugin community
- plug-and-play, more so than MT
- it generates valid code
- it’s pretty
- the admin interface is super intuitive and easy to use
- GUI’s for more things than MT
- I was in the mood.
I was definitely in the mood for a redesign, I tell you what. But instead of scraping around and building it by hand [almost as much fun as a swift poke in the eye] I though, Hey fuck it! I’ll switch to Wordpress and use someone else’s theme.
Which is exactly what I did.
The feed’s still bunged up and there a probably a few things what need tweaking, but goddamn. It’s late.
The trots have us running around in circles
So all this weekend Owen’s had the stomach virus. I … I just can’t go into any more detail than that. Suffice to say it’s gross. And he’s an unhappy camper.
In completely unrelated news, I’m testing out my new Wordpress installation. I like the way this content management system works — the themes, the plugins, the easy tinkering, the PHP calls. I’m going to try it out for a little while and if I like it, I’ll officially make the switch.
Famous people with whom I would totally knock boots
… were I to have my 19-year-old body back and be living in a parallel universe. [Oh, 19-Year-Old Body, how I miss thee.]
- Ed Norton
- Jason Schwartzman
- Jon Stewart
- David Duchovny
- Paul Rudd [who’s the Paul Rudd lookalike guy?]
- Holy crap Jake Gyllenhaal.
updated to add: Peter Sarsgaard, LOTR-era Viggo Mortensen, X-Men era Hugh Jackman.
I can’t believe I just called X-Men an era. Yeesh. But you get what I’m getting at.
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The internet is telling me to remove my head from the brick wall
The best designers and the best programmers arenít the ones with the best skills, or the nimblest fingers, or the ones who can rock and roll with photoshop or vim, they are the ones that can determine what just doesnít matter. Thatís where the real gains are made.
Most of the time you spend is wasted time on things that just donít matter. If you can cut out the work and thinking that just doesnít matter youíll achieve productivity youíve never imagined. Itís there if you just donít pay attention to the things that donít matter.
— From 37 Signals’ blog, Signals vs Noise
More Olympic twithering
- I used to live one street over from — not shitting you — Scott Hamilton Avenue, in Bowling Green, Ohio. He’s from there, so they named a street after him. And now when I see him on the T.V., doing his Olympic armchair-lutzing, I just have to giggle a little bit.
- Dear Google searchers: I can’t tell you whether Apolo Anton Ohno is gay or how you might be able to, ah, have intimate relations with him. Sorry. But thanks for visiting!
- Also: Bode Miller Suckwatch. Heh.
- Let me sum up Baltimore’s evening newscasts: “Kimmie Meisner, Kimmie Meisner, blah blah blah Kimmie Kimmie Meisner.”
- I am loving the Shani Davis/Chad Hedrick soap opera.
We’re waiting for the 500-meter speedskating race to start right now, meanwhile suffering through more figure-skating nonsense. Know what makes me mad? I don’t think they’re broadcasting curling on the networks. How unfair.
Owen Boo-Boo Face
Hazards of the road
Owen’s walking! And, often as not, falling down.
Yesterday Iain and I were lying on our bed, pondering the placement of our fictitious wide-screen plasma T.V. as we like to do, and Owen was playing in the corner with the dirty clothes hamper. Yes, we are a permissive household.
He spied us and walked — one, two three FOUR — steps over toward us. And then, lost his balance. And then, crashed nose-first into the frame of the bed.
The outward signs of injury developed in slow-mo like a Polaroid, and when we could finally see the pea-sized bruise and the abrasion on his nose it was awful. My baby! Hurt! Physically!
Long ago, when I was 18, I did a faceplant into the asphalt while rollerblading. I knocked out three teeth and smashed my upper mandible [among other injuries]. And when I saw Owen’s poor face after his collision, when I saw his little nose swelling, I could practically taste the gravel, that mother instinct was so strong.
It sucks to see him hurt, even if it doesn’t bother him none. It’s really unbearable, though, to think that as he grows up he’s going to get more hurts, and there will be more times that I’m not going to be there in time to catch him before he lands.
The big fat social bookmarking post
Well, I know I’m not breaking the Ma.gnolia news or anything [even though I was a beta tester and had ample time to blog about it and it’s my own damn fault]. But I’m writing about it anyway, because I’m fully switching over to Ma.gnolia/people/supa from del.icio.us/supamb. And also, I want y’all to join up and be my friend so I’m not the loser with just the one gimme contact [web standards celebrity Jeffrey Zeldman].
Now, I know that some of you are using this Blogmarks.net thing [callin’ out Paige and Melissa]. But — although I really like the teeny images of the web page itself — I’ve never used it. Old dog new tricks blah blah blah.
And Digg? Oh, lordy, I loathe Digg. I was dugg for that DIY iPod wallet I made a few months ago? And apparently home crafts are, I dunno, subpar for the mighty tech gods there. Once I started nosing around and reading other comments on “stories,” I realized that the “community,” if you could call it that, was troll-y and closed-off. They went so far as to mark Blogher’s digg as spam. Spam? Really? Just because we’re women, or what?
So you know what? Fuck the Man, digg’s just not for me.
Del.icio.us was fun for a while, but it doesn’t have the same features ma.gnolia does. And some of the features it does have [tag bundles what?] I just don’t have a good reason to use. Therefore, are useless. Now, I do love my firefox extension. But why must del.icio.us be the be-all end-all? Because it was first [ish]? Pffft. Not good enough.
Anyway, I saw that I could import all my del.icio.us bookmarks to ma.gnolia, and down went the last roadblock to switching.
Now, Ma.gnolia isn’t perfect; though it is out of beta, I think there are some features which could be tidied up for ease-of-use. It’s still just the teensiest bit clumsy. But it’s an intelligently-designed, beautifully styled, welcoming kind of social [ergh!] bookmarking [blugh!] web 2.0 [egads!] kind of thing, and you know what? I like that.
Go ahead, call me a kindergartner, I can take it.
Tags: Ma.gnolia, Magnolia, social bookmarking, delicious, digg
Internet, my brother. My brother, Internet
When I was a freshman in high school, fourteen years old, my mother had her sixth child. She named him Ryan, and he’s my youngest brother [I have three sisters and two brothers, all younger, all in Ohio, all of whom I miss].
At the time, I thought I had spent my entire high school career baby-sitting him. A decade later, though, I see that that was not the case. High school just puts you in a snit.
When he was … four? I moved away to college, and that was the last time I lived at home. I missed a lot of his growing up that way.
So I get excited when every once in a while he sends me something he’s made, and I do the digital equivalent of sticking it on the fridge. Here are a few excerpted slides from a powerpoint presentation he did for school. The third one’s my favorite 
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my sewing tutorials
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