Zzot!

I realized today just how much many of the posts here have in common when I blurted something out and then realized it sounded an awful lot like the majority of the introductory paragraphs around here (apologies to Jeff Foxworthy):

When you pull muscles in your neck flipping your hair over your shoulder, you might be a blonde.

In other news, while I was watching the WWDC 2004 keynote, I showed Lins the bit on Tiger’s changes to iChat AV; she said that the way they’re handling video conferencing with two or three other people is very cool, but we don’t know that many people. She’s got a point, you know.

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Lins and I went out for dinner with my family on Friday for my birthday, and the craziness started the instant we walked in the door.

Don’t get me wrong, we were really asking for it by showing up early. The time we agreed upon to meet at the restaurant was 7:00 PM, and we got there at 6:50 PM. In my family, showing up at 7:00 PM would have been 10 minutes early, so being 10 minutes early becomes 20. I hadn’t been to this restaurant before, so I didn’t realize the magnitude of my mistake until too late.

In most restaurants, ones with greeters by the door anyway, there’s one or two of them, maybe three when it’s really busy. I couldn’t really tell from where we were sitting, but I think this restaurant had 53 of them. And there were a lot of empty spaces in the parking lot. The thing is, I really didn’t know how many people were coming, so I figured we’d wait until someone came who knew. This was a serious problem for the restaurant staff. They must have had a 90 second rule, because even if all the other crazymakers were busy, the same person would come by again and ask if we’d been helped, smoking or non, like to be seated at the table for an unknown number of other diners, etc.

When Dad appeared on the scene, I told him he’d better go over there and tell them how many of us there are, before 20 of the greeters have simultaneous strokes. Disaster was narrowly averted. Oh, and they apparently had a table open for us — why didn’t they just say so?

(There was going to be more here, but having read my first draft, I changed my mind. The end.)

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As I start this entry, it is late Thursday afternoon. Last week, I was traveling on business with four other people, and only today I’m starting to feel like I might be recovering from it all. For those following along at home, that’s six days after getting home before I feel somewhat human again. _Six days_. So if you happen by my website and notice that the dates all seem to be from quite a while ago, that’s why.

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Here’s a brief glimpse into what ideas are on the table for near-term site changes.

Design

The current site design is more or less going to be with us for a while, but some under the hood changes are likely to take place. With any luck, the top item on that list is fixing a couple remaining IE issues. On that note, I’m considering fixed positioning for the site masthead and footer, now that I’ve got a similar layout working correctly, including workarounds for IE.

Content

I’ve got a bunch of it in my head right now, but it’s mostly in a form that more closely resembles cooked spaghetti after a run through the paint-shaker than…well, prose. There will likely be a section on the MUD soon-ish, as my upcoming big projects there need some screen-space if I expect anyone but Nino to understand what I’m on about. And some of it should be pretty cool.

I’m pretty geeked about my new phone right now, so there might be a cool stuff section in the works. I’m working on my own WAP start-page, and while there’s more links than code right now, that will change. I mean really; Python on your phone — what more can I say?

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I just skimmed the numerous drafts hanging around my blog, and none of them look like they’re cooked yet, so instead I’ll point out an event that seems significant — L L Cool J and Carol Channing appearing on the same stage at the same time, for any reason.

I would tell you which one was singing and which was dancing, but I’m trying to forget myself. Isn’t this about the time the captain is supposed to light the stick your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye sign because this aircraft will soon stop being an aircraft?

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