Here’s a nifty little “feature” of Internet Explorer: It kindly pops up any old file a web designer decides to code. For example, take a look at Notepad pop-ups. (If you have anything other than IE, the effect won’t be as dramatic.)
Well, I gotta catch up on my weekly Aortal site, too. What better place to start than with the highly entertaining, defective yeti? I especially like his take on flash mobs. I’m thinking my wife would too.
Stupid Gnomedex.
Why did I spend all my money on going to frickin’ Iowa? Now, I’ll have to miss the 3rd Annual Nigerian EMail Conference!
They’re going to have way more valuable sessions than stupid Pirillo:
Oh, well, maybe next year.
One of the things that I missed during the blackout was doing the monthly referrer list. Since I’ve used up all my snarkiness with the cable company, I’m going to make this version of the list all about the lurrrrve. I pretty much spent the weekend catching up with everyone, so here are the Top 20 Sites From Which Nice People Came To Look At The Monkey In The Window™ and my favorite post of theirs from the last 10 days. Oh, ok. There might be some snarkiness. Happy?
I didn’t even realize that Fox had been showing the episodes that they screwed us out of, and now I find out that tomorrow night is the final first-run Futurama episode.
[ via Dragonleg ]
So I can tell you about my talented daughter, who demonstrated her newly acquired ability to drink from the ice dispenser in the refrigerator door.
“It only took me 20 minutes to figure out how to stick my head in that little spot and still reach the button to turn it on.”
Yes, she goes to public school. Why do you ask?
Ladies and gentlemen, we have the Internet!
Excuse me a moment. I need to be alone with my PC.
Frickin’ rastafraggin’ greebleznitzin’ dagnabit… 5 minutes to post from Grump’s house.
Still no cable. Called the company last night about why the promised Aug 7 date passed without a fix. “Oh, we fixed it on August 5,” said they.
Ya think they’d try asking me my opinion on the matter before closing the call?
Instead, their “PC Specialist” will be around on Saturday to “explain what you’re doing wrong.”
Bite me.
Well, it’s finally happened. One of my “undisclosed locations” has become completely off-limits for blogging and even fricking e-mail. Yeah, yeah, I know it was supposed to be anyway, but now it’s REALLY shut down. Dagnabit.
So, here I am at the libawy on the all-you-can-surf-in-30-minutes-as-long-as-we-like-your-destination plan. So far, I have learned that I can post to the blog, but I cannot get my e-mail. I expect 750 spams and 3 important “Wouldya lookit that!” messages between now and the theoretical restoration of my Internet ability at home on Thursday. If you have anything important to say to me, please, send it to lester_norton@juno.com (which I can access).
I have also learned that I am missing tons of blogiverse fun. For example, I now have proof, confirming my earlier assertion that Bill is a Smurf. And the world as I knew it has come to a crashing, thundering halt, as Michele makes it Be Nice to Red Sox Fans Week.
Curses! The timer just told me I only have five minutes left! So, quickly, here are the people that are blocked from being accessed at the library by the Seminole County Government (sorry, no time to link): Robyn, Bran, Mig… The rest of you have to try harder!
I’m losing connect….bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt!
Still cable modemless. Road Runner says they’ll have it fixed by August 7th. And I won’t have to pay for the down time (awfully big of them, eh?).
So, here I blog in an undisclosed location. The worst part is getting Cheney off the darn PC.* He do luvs da Tetris!
The actual worst part is all of the blog fodder opportunities that are passing me by…
For example, if I were blogging, I would have told you about the night before last when our pool was surrounded by frogs. And these weren’t just any frogs, mind you. These were the loudest damned frogs from hell that I have ever heard. The little balloons under their chins puffed up Dizzy Gillespie-style, and they set up a sonic squeal at just the right resonant frequency to shatter several windows in the neighborhood.
They were fearless little suckers, too! They refused to budge. I’d kick at them, and they’d look at me and scream louder. Whiny got out his paintball gun and started shooting at them. They just hopped into the bushes and resumed yelling. Even the cat was afraid of them.
Oh, well. As soon as I get my Internet access back, I’ll tell you all about it.
Crunchy frog-ingly,
Solonor
