Archives for December 2000
Suave!
I am of the opinion that Ricky Martin is basically that Gerardo guy who did Rico Suave.
Homebody
I love the freedom that goes along with working at home. This morning I discovered that chianti goes rather well with strawberry Pop-Tarts.
I gave my little sister her own domain name and a year of hosting for Christmas. Hopefully the Internet will bring us a little closer together. Maybe geekspeak will become our lingua franca.
I decided the Kevin Bacon game cheat sheet from the old site would make for a perfect crash course in XML. I ended up using XSLT for the formatting.
It looks like crap right now. Eventually I’d like to learn how to make the server parse the output using PHP. I think I really need a good book on PHP. Any suggestions?
The cheat sheet is here if you’re interested. You’ll need IE 5.0 or better.
Throwing In the Towel
Last night Gore finally threw in the towel (during a B.S. statesman speech that seemed to convey his mistaken delusion that he is Cicero).
Now my only consolation is that tweedle-dum (who is only slightly less offensive to me than tweedle-dee) will be our next president.
I waited 8 years for this. I came to D.C. for college, interned for my Representative, and took a job at the Cato Institute fighting for Individual Liberty, Limited Government, Free Markets and Peace.
Now I can see that it’s a let down. The men in power are all crooks. Lord Acton was right.
I’ll Say It Again
I love Erin Rooney very much. She makes me happy.
I Am Sloth! Hear Me Roar!
Homeruns.com is absolutely amazing. I order my groceries and they deliver them right into my freakin’ kitchen. The delivery guys, who incidentaly look well groomed as 1950’s milkmen, won’t even take tips.
It seems like I never have to leave my apartment anymore.
It seems that just when Kozmo instituted a dumb ass delivery charge for orders under $30.00 another company showed up to take up the slack. Leave it to the free-market.
Pommegranate
“I wish I could eat the corn of joy and sorrow” - from “I Wish” by King Missile.
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p>If the corn of joy and sorrow exists, I think it would taste something like the seeds of a pommegranate.
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p>Ayn Rand loved “Charlie’s Angels.” ‘Nuff said.