Monday, February 04, 2002
By the way, this is very useful. It's a color picker - put in the RGB values and get the hexidecimal code and see it onscreen, right there for you. Good stuff.
Okay, new template. I'll have to get used to it for a while.
I was trying to do something a little better looking, but HTML decided to be heinously evil, so I did this instead because it's easier. The part on the side is supposed to hold more neat little links (partly for my sake because I don't want to go keep searching for sites I read). Right now, though, it's late and I'm tired of doing this, so all you get is a couple of random headlines and a phony link. Sppbbbttt.
I think I may make up my own little test after taking all those on Spark.com. Are you Wendy? or How Wendy are you? Or something of that sort.
Well, *I'll* be amused.
I was trying to do something a little better looking, but HTML decided to be heinously evil, so I did this instead because it's easier. The part on the side is supposed to hold more neat little links (partly for my sake because I don't want to go keep searching for sites I read). Right now, though, it's late and I'm tired of doing this, so all you get is a couple of random headlines and a phony link. Sppbbbttt.
I think I may make up my own little test after taking all those on Spark.com. Are you Wendy? or How Wendy are you? Or something of that sort.
Well, *I'll* be amused.
Sometimes HTML is so unforgiving it makes me want to cry. Why doesn't it listen to me when I tell it a height? Why does it just ignore me unless I force it to do otherwise? Is there any point in actually using commands? "I see you want me to make this table 400 pixels high. But you know, I don't feel like making your life that easy. You need a challenge. You have to *make* me make this table 400 high. Otherwise, I'm going to make it as high as I damn well please, and make your page look silly. ha ha!"
Damn you, HTML. Damn you to HELL.
Damn you, HTML. Damn you to HELL.
Sunday, February 03, 2002
According to The Spark.com, I am...
"56% lazy
Now back to that week old meatball sub and train mission in GoldenEye!
FUN FACTS...
people lazier than you (36%)
people just as lazy as you (3%)
people less lazy than you (60%)
Based on the 89,483 submissions before you.
BONUS FUN FACTS...
48% of the people who have union jobs take naps at work.
74% of the people who have trust funds have nice breasts.
16% of vegetarians gave blood after September 11th.
Protesters like to dance.
And the laziest person at TheSpark is Greg McKenna and he is mexican and desires money from a bitch. "
And yes, it's true, I am a vegetarian who didn't give blood after 9-11, but I have a blood disorder and would be turned down anyway. So nyeah.
"56% lazy
Now back to that week old meatball sub and train mission in GoldenEye!
FUN FACTS...
people lazier than you (36%)
people just as lazy as you (3%)
people less lazy than you (60%)
Based on the 89,483 submissions before you.
BONUS FUN FACTS...
48% of the people who have union jobs take naps at work.
74% of the people who have trust funds have nice breasts.
16% of vegetarians gave blood after September 11th.
Protesters like to dance.
And the laziest person at TheSpark is Greg McKenna and he is mexican and desires money from a bitch. "
And yes, it's true, I am a vegetarian who didn't give blood after 9-11, but I have a blood disorder and would be turned down anyway. So nyeah.
... Another one.
Take the What Will Your Result To This Quiz Be? Quiz
by
napoleonherself, if you are so inclined.
Take the What Will Your Result To This Quiz Be? Quiz
by
napoleonherself, if you are so inclined.
Sigh... I just get the most inappropriate urges sometimes.
After looking at exactly how far behind I am in my C++ class, and doing (most) of my mythology homework, and knowing I have to move on to 4 'drawings' (using ink and a brush) of chairs for a figure-ground exercise, I get the sudden strong desire to make my own blog template after following the link on the front page to blogdesigns. That's the biggest annoyance to not having a static ISP, though. Wait, is that right? That sounds wrong... anyway, the fact that my computer doesn't have it's own address makes blogging harder. I have to type in my username every time and I forget which one it is...
I'm working on controlling my recent addiction to netHack. I just love anything based on Tolkien stuff - I am so happy when I encounter a hobbit and he asks about the One ring (although they do have a one track mind about that thing). Or when I eat a lembas wafer, or put on an elven mithril coat. I wonder if Everquest is like that - I understand why it's called EverCrack. I mean, NetHack is pretty addictive, and would probably be more addictive if I actually learned how to use all the neat stuff. It's starting to plateau, though, since I know all the basics but haven't yet ventured into the abyss of the in-depth tricks to the game. But if you can talk to people on EverQuest, and keep a good character without dying so easily, well... yeah, I'd be hooked.
Looking at the link from my last post, and playing nethack for the last few days, I really, REALLY wanna see Lord of the Rings. I mean, I always did, and I can't believe I haven't yet, but ... no one wants to see guy films with me. I suppose I need a man for that or something, but I want to see Brotherhood of the Wolf, Lord of the Rings, Count of Monte Cristo (although I may convince Mom to go see that with me). Sarah goes to movies all the time, but she only likes girl movies, like Serendipity and Kate and Leopold and all that nonsense. And since Jenny said she liked Pearl Harbor, I'm not sure that I trust her taste. That movie blew. "Hey there, no-personality girl! You're so pretty, let's *all* fall in love with you and ruin our lives!" And don't forget the overtly-American pro-war sentiments. War is bad, unless America is winning. Then it's awesome!
Anyway.
I need to do homework, need to do homework, NEED TO DO HOMEWORK...
I haven't exercised in forever, I've been breaking my diet (although probably still eating less food, and more healthily, than I have been for some time). I only cleaned part of the house the other night, although I don't feel too guilty about that since the bevy of women congregating in my dining room doing Mary Kay makeovers for nearly 5 HOURS isolated me upstairs all night. When I finally did venture downstairs out of hunger and the promise of veggie lasagna, they tried to ambush me and give me a facial, or soften my hands, or some such torturous thing. I had to explain to Bonnie (Mary Kay distributor extraordinaire) that for all intents and purposes, I am a man who *looks* like a woman. Not to say that I'm gay, mind you, I still like men. But even saying I'm a gay man that looks like a girl is wrong - gay men are on the whole more feminine than I am.
Sarah then recommenced calling me 'Wendell' for the remainder of the evening. Apparently that was her nickname for me while she was in law school, and the name of her laptop. I would take that as my fake guy name, when I sign up for stuff or something, but it's a bit too singular. You'd remember a guy named Wendell. And I think of Oliver Wendell Holmes...
Anyway, I'm taking baby steps. I grew my nails out, didn't I? I don't actually get them done or anything, but at least there's 1/8" or so of white on the tips. I watch figure skating and prefer it to the majority of other sports. I have a bouncy girly little haircut. I cook. And I wear women's clothes (mostly). Although I still prefer men's fashions. I look at their clothes in the ads in the paper, and I'm like, I really like those clothes!! Then I see the girl's and women's sections, and I'm just like... boring, ugly, stupid, boring boring boring...
Sigh... I definitely was a man in my last life.
Ok. Homework. Homework!!!!!!
After looking at exactly how far behind I am in my C++ class, and doing (most) of my mythology homework, and knowing I have to move on to 4 'drawings' (using ink and a brush) of chairs for a figure-ground exercise, I get the sudden strong desire to make my own blog template after following the link on the front page to blogdesigns. That's the biggest annoyance to not having a static ISP, though. Wait, is that right? That sounds wrong... anyway, the fact that my computer doesn't have it's own address makes blogging harder. I have to type in my username every time and I forget which one it is...
I'm working on controlling my recent addiction to netHack. I just love anything based on Tolkien stuff - I am so happy when I encounter a hobbit and he asks about the One ring (although they do have a one track mind about that thing). Or when I eat a lembas wafer, or put on an elven mithril coat. I wonder if Everquest is like that - I understand why it's called EverCrack. I mean, NetHack is pretty addictive, and would probably be more addictive if I actually learned how to use all the neat stuff. It's starting to plateau, though, since I know all the basics but haven't yet ventured into the abyss of the in-depth tricks to the game. But if you can talk to people on EverQuest, and keep a good character without dying so easily, well... yeah, I'd be hooked.
Looking at the link from my last post, and playing nethack for the last few days, I really, REALLY wanna see Lord of the Rings. I mean, I always did, and I can't believe I haven't yet, but ... no one wants to see guy films with me. I suppose I need a man for that or something, but I want to see Brotherhood of the Wolf, Lord of the Rings, Count of Monte Cristo (although I may convince Mom to go see that with me). Sarah goes to movies all the time, but she only likes girl movies, like Serendipity and Kate and Leopold and all that nonsense. And since Jenny said she liked Pearl Harbor, I'm not sure that I trust her taste. That movie blew. "Hey there, no-personality girl! You're so pretty, let's *all* fall in love with you and ruin our lives!" And don't forget the overtly-American pro-war sentiments. War is bad, unless America is winning. Then it's awesome!
Anyway.
I need to do homework, need to do homework, NEED TO DO HOMEWORK...
I haven't exercised in forever, I've been breaking my diet (although probably still eating less food, and more healthily, than I have been for some time). I only cleaned part of the house the other night, although I don't feel too guilty about that since the bevy of women congregating in my dining room doing Mary Kay makeovers for nearly 5 HOURS isolated me upstairs all night. When I finally did venture downstairs out of hunger and the promise of veggie lasagna, they tried to ambush me and give me a facial, or soften my hands, or some such torturous thing. I had to explain to Bonnie (Mary Kay distributor extraordinaire) that for all intents and purposes, I am a man who *looks* like a woman. Not to say that I'm gay, mind you, I still like men. But even saying I'm a gay man that looks like a girl is wrong - gay men are on the whole more feminine than I am.
Sarah then recommenced calling me 'Wendell' for the remainder of the evening. Apparently that was her nickname for me while she was in law school, and the name of her laptop. I would take that as my fake guy name, when I sign up for stuff or something, but it's a bit too singular. You'd remember a guy named Wendell. And I think of Oliver Wendell Holmes...
Anyway, I'm taking baby steps. I grew my nails out, didn't I? I don't actually get them done or anything, but at least there's 1/8" or so of white on the tips. I watch figure skating and prefer it to the majority of other sports. I have a bouncy girly little haircut. I cook. And I wear women's clothes (mostly). Although I still prefer men's fashions. I look at their clothes in the ads in the paper, and I'm like, I really like those clothes!! Then I see the girl's and women's sections, and I'm just like... boring, ugly, stupid, boring boring boring...
Sigh... I definitely was a man in my last life.
Ok. Homework. Homework!!!!!!
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