Mon 5 Jan 2009
If you’re responsible enough to hold a job, you’re responsible enough to clean up after yourself if you bleed/pee/poop on the toilet seat.
Come to think of it, the same applies to men as well.
Mon 5 Jan 2009
If you’re responsible enough to hold a job, you’re responsible enough to clean up after yourself if you bleed/pee/poop on the toilet seat.
Come to think of it, the same applies to men as well.
Fri 31 Oct 2008
This year, I’m a corporate zombie! Oooh original.
Except I look more living than last year’s zombie costume…

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Thu 16 Oct 2008
I’m all for being passionate about your cause… but this is just ridiculous (and I refuse to link to the PETA website).
GoVeg.com meet Cutout Dissection.com
As a former bio/pre-med major, I’m fine with dissection in the labs (specifically for Anatomy/Physiology sections of the class). You don’t really have any good alternatives to learn about anatomy without dissection. If it goes against your religion, then don’t do it. But, it’s a ridiculous action otherwise.
It doesn’t make sense for future doctors and veterinarians to not have dissections during their class. Drawings aren’t enough. You have to have the hands-on experience.
And on top of that, our animals (for labs) were roadkill. How do I know? My cats had tire tread bruising on their embalmed bodies. Not the best way to die, but at least they still served a better cause after death.
Mon 9 Jun 2008
1) it’s about 98 degrees in the room where my computer is
2) my internet broke, and only returned the day before this heinous heat wave
3) i’ll be back when it’s about 12 degrees cooler
4) yay i think i may have lost about 4 lbs in water weight in the last 3 days
Mon 28 Apr 2008
Don’t go when you URGENTLY NEED to go. Only go when you have to. There’s a fine line that shouldn’t be crossed when you’re dealing with an automatic flusher. Sudden uncontrolled movements may trigger the flush mechanism — and then you’re dealing with a highly unsanitary, non-temperature control bidet.
Fri 18 Apr 2008
Last night, I sneezed. And wouldn’t you know it, I actually needed a tissue. For most people, a sneeze would normally signify use of a tissue — don’t get me started on how I’m unlike 99% of the population.
I felt the juices flowing, [thought I had] finished wiping. And ended up stoppering my nostril with more tissue.
Damn nosebleed. First one of the year. Too violent a sneeze? I may never know. But those things usually occur few and far between for me.
Tue 8 Apr 2008
I headed over to gently moderate 25cents.wordpress.com (the original incarnation of this site), and was greeted by their new dashboard. Good lord. I’m happy I escaped back here. The UI is totally unfriendly and clunky. And, dare I say it, a bit like the latest version of LiveJournal (also some heinous design). The worst part is that they seem to have destroyed any option of going back to the previous UI (which I still have on this blog, thank god). Unlike LiveJournal, which has still managed to preserve the last (or 2nd to last) site layout… which means I can still use it.
Back to WordPress’ boo-boo. Tiny font. Not cool for those of us with 22 inch widescreen monitors and maximum resolution. Did I also mention my horrible eyesight? Bad enough I get eye fatigue on a normal-use basis… but this is horrific. Maybe I’m happier that I have my own site and only need to gently moderate once every couple of weeks. This could quickly convince me to be super happy I do have my own site.
Don’t get me wrong, I like easy access to info. But I don’t like everything being thrown up (literally) in my face. This is the same problem I had with Facebook’s NewsFeed. TMI, much? I don’t like that the stats graph is crammed into the same space as the comments, and a full short description of incoming links (wait, full AND short?). All the useful stuff is at the bottom, and all the useless shit (yes, I really meant that) is cluttering up the top. No, I don’t need to know how much spam has been blocked. I don’t like spam, I don’t care for spam, that’s why I delete my spam. I really don’t need you restating what theme I’m using — I chose the theme, I should know what theme I have. I don’t need to know how many widgets I’ve put in it. Why do I need an RSS of my incoming links? Especially when a good portion of them are from spam blogs — USELESS!
The text to the right of the squished stats graph? Useless. The squishing? Useless. If you thought the ‘What’s Hot?’ section was so hot, then why is it cooling off at the bottom of the page? Useless. If we’re supposed to know what’s going on with our account and our blog, then why is the feed for that at the bottom? Useless.
Wordpress (and Matt), you have just been one massive pile of useless to me in the last 15 minutes. I know a decent UI when I see it. And anything that isn’t readily accessible by me in 15 minutes — is really, just USELESS.
I seem to have forgotten to examine the new ‘Write Post’ page. Where did my ‘Categories’ go? Why are they at the bottom? Okay, points for having Post Page and Link at the top. Why do you not explain the difference (for Links) between top and none? What happened to the convenient popup you used to have? Why is everything squished towards one side of my monitor? Last layout had me using the entire display. That’s become a waste of good space. The color scheme is a WashOut. Literally. The orange swatch on the Dashboard is out of place.
You’re turning into Blogger. That’s NOT a good thing.
I guess I should say at least ONE good thing about this… Widgets win. That’s it.
Wordpress, I am no longer recommending you as an awesome free service. (Even though you power this site)
Some other view points:
My Errant Mind and his original comment
Daddy’s dig
Mon 3 Mar 2008
No better way to start your morning with wandering downstairs all sleepy eyed and not quite awake and discovering that the entire first floor of your house has been flooded. By an overexcited burst water hose. Fountaining all over your laundry room. And soaking everything. With at least an inch of water.
I amend my first statement. No better way to start your MONDAY morning.