Archive for May, 2004

Disneyland: The Experience

Well, I’m back from Disneyland. I’m pretty happy, and tired. Happy because it is the “Happiest Place on Earth”, and tired because, hell, I’ve been walking around for 6 hours. I got out early though, we left around 2:30, and the park is open until like 10 or 11PM. I got to go on all [...]

Mothers Day

Well, it’s Mothers Day weekend, again. Everybody loves mothers, and in the spirit of that, I’m going to Disneyland with my family. I’m going up to stay with my aunt and uncle tonight (they only live 30 minutes away), and then we’ll get up early tomorrow, drive, and expect to get there around the time [...]

Technorati

I have recently had this slight obsession with http://www.technorati.com, and as of late, I have realized that nobody links to me. Sure, I get a couple things from other people that use technorati, when I link to them, but that’s it. I don’t think its that people don’t read my blog (even though it may [...]

*Dumb* Questions.

Idling in IRC. Decided to try one of these little “Q&A” things that you see so much on blogs. I got this one from Sean Bonner.

Movable Type 3

I got my email for Movable Type 3 beta today. It’s a pretty nice improvement, with all the UI changes and stuff. I haven’t messed with it much, I intend to add typekey to the commenting. I’m also thinking about just tweaking the default template’s style, and keeping the original template. I like it, well, [...]

Gmail, Linux & Firefox

Okay, so if you’re like me, you probably have gmail. You may have tried Firefox 0.8 on Linux only to find that you can’t read your mail. Ahh, what will you do? Well, not a problem. You probably installed Firefox via yum or apt-get and for some reason gmail doesn’t work with it. The answer [...]

Communist Children’s T.V.

I was watching “Jimmy Neutron” with my little brother this morning and I noticed something very strange. It was the one where Jimmy creates the candy that makes everybody worship him and beg him for it. In the beginning, Jimmy is testing his friend’s memory. There are two scenes of him in a small room [...]