Now the talk boxes are working in the most ugly way. This isn't actually what I'm trying to do, but it's a step in the right direction. Don't expect them to stick around.

I'm playing around with some scripts for happy-clicker. Just ignore it for now, the boxes aren't working yet anyway.

The radio station at work was changed again today. I think I've figured out the rule—whenever I'm gone for an entire day, it'll be a new station. Hope monday is something not too horrible.

Am I a bad person for not caring to read the whole story when the headlines tell enough?

I found that Smatrt Partner site by following a link from this article, hoping for a place to send comments.

Some cyber-libertarians fear that fee-based Web services will create a new kind of "digital divide," separating society into those who can afford information and those who can't. First, if you can't or won't pay for information, I seriously doubt that you're willing or able to use it effectively.

I guess being unemployed, or playing catch-up with a job means I'm not able to use information effectively. Then again, what is using information effectively supposed to mean anyway? I suppose I'm not worthy of reading the news online if I'm only going to file it in the back of my head for a general sense of knowing what's going on around me in the world.. or even worse, only because I happen to find the article interesting and have some free time.

ZDNet: Sm@rt Partner: The @ symbol is not an 'a' replacement!! This is reading as 'Smat-rt partner'! This is almost as bad as misused quotes and apostrophes (which seems to be a popular topic lately.)

The good news is that the radio station at work has been changed. The bad is, I can no longer use AIM here.

Whenever I read something anti-weblog, or specifically anti "typical" weblog (can't link to specific bareSquare articles, and it'll be gone by now anyway), I get defensive over mine. Do I break too many rules of respectable 'blogging to be no better than the animated gifs on a 14 year-old's first web site? Do I post too many things that would only be interesting to a select group of people?

I don't go into unnecessary detail because I have such a tiny audience. I counted six known readers and I've since forgotten who two of those were. I think even they've forgotten where the name happy-clicker came from. I was thinking of what a simple explanation cast-of-characters would look like though.

Selina is my best friend since I moved to Seattle. She refuses to take responsibility for corrupting me.
Andrew is my boyfriend/cat. We understand each other in unique ways.
Izzy is Izzy, an adjective as well as a noun. I wouldn't be surprised if he was working on verb next.

That may end up here someday, along with the reason behind the name.

Immediately after writing about online advertising, I see this article, "Tool feeds ads to your e-mails"

I'm just reading about how invasive new online ads are, pop-up, pop-under, and take-over-the-web-site style ads for example. Companies don't seem to realize that the more invasive the advertising is, the more likely people are going to turn it off and ignore it as quickly as possible. I wonder if anyone is ever going to try simple, non-invasive, but could possibly catch your interest if there was interest to be had type ads again that could possibly even be effective for... well, advertising.

Before anyone starts saying that *no* advertising will ever catch their attention anymore, everyone has had a favorite TV commercial at one point, and I've clicked on a ad link once for a makeup store since I happened to be looking for purple mascara when I saw it.

I swear I have a computer curse. Every computer I touch gets sick and dies.

I've had all kinds of requests for pictures of the tiger outfit so I put the... er... "safe" ones up here. (Still unresized.)

The story... let's see, this started Thursday evening with me shaving my entire body for the liquid latex, and Friday being fascinated by my hairless arms. I spent a couple hours on the floor, first being covered in silver, then being painted tiger. Many comments about "silver boogers" and "butt glue".

And we won! I spent the whole time before trying to person who was going to completely out-do me, and we were the only ones who dressed up, not in the show..

I Minxie I: but I already know the one thing it lacks that I like most about the game
Styrdyst: what?
I Minxie I: the 101 ways to blow up laura croft

dilinger0000:consensus around the office is that we all envy the penii of those guys

...! [link]

The four-eyed aliens are attacking!

The radio news has been talking about Washington being the 4th in the use of anti-depressants. This isn't big news—I knew Seattle/Washington was up there. But I just heard that *Maine* is one of the three states ahead!

This evening, on the first day of summer, is the voluntary rolling blackouts from 7 to 10pm—all time zones. I don't imagine Misha participating, the way she leaves on every light downstairs, while reading upstairs.

'Fresh-a-liscious' is not a word.

Wow, pop-up post-it notes... I'm in office supply heaven.

I guess I just had a bonding moment with a ladybug. He.. she.. it landed on my hand and wouldn't come off.

Half the population is obsessed with hair removal, the other half with getting it back.

Getting up this early does not put me in a good mood. So when my first bus got its lift stuck causing me to miss my second bus, I was thinking about what my dad said on the phone, "Don't go cutting it too close."

"Sure," I should've told him, "I was planning to cut it extremely close and be late to work every day, but now that you've said that, it sounds like a much better idea. I'm certainly incapable of figuring these things out myself." But considering his lack of sense of humor, and I'm sure sarcasm as well, he'd probably take it as encouragement.

So what should I have done, taken an earlier bus? There's no reason why my second bus couldn't break down instead (or take a wrong turn like it did this morning) so I should take an earlier one of those? Aim to get to work at 6am instead of 7, get up at 4am and never sleep?

I've had to put up with years of this from him. He'd tell me the time from outside my door is every morning, despite the alarm clock right next to my bed. He'd expect me to be out of bed getting ready for school when he left in the early morning, again, note alarm clock. I can remember him calling me in the mornings, causing me to have to go running from brushing my teeth to answer the phone and prove I really am capable of displaying the slightest bit of responsibility for myself and get up by myself.

Writing style deteriorating due to work schedule.

Another bathroom experience for foof-cat, watching me dye my hair. I offered to do his as well...

I'm stuck listening to this radio station at work. Unfortunately my tolerance for that kind of music is considerably under 8 hours.. on top of that, it seems to be the radio station of businesses all over, so even as I'm shopping I'm stuck with it. Keep needing to cancel out the music in my head.

Update to the homeless dot-com workers story. If I didn't have to go to bed an hour ago I could finish reading it myself.

Heard on the radio, due to the riots there will be no more mention of "Mardi Gras". Instead the events will be called "Pioneer Square Februaryfest".

Kylldoran: man if my family was rich, and I was a spoiled brat, I'd have a missile silo by now

I have to get up in 8 hours and I'm all awake now.

Assuming this link will still work, this is how happy-clicker looks to someone color-blind. And stari.org, though it's about the same.

From Vischeck.

Godzilla in a can?

Buy a missle base?

Use your missle base to shoot down godzilla in a can?

Use your magnet to escape?

Just looking at a picture of an attractive woman dramatically swells a man's estimation of his own worth, says a US team

Henry the Foof-Cat is completely fascinated with anything a person could possibly do in the bathroom (especially if you're a guy—or an Izzy). Tonight he got a new experience watching me take a bath. He peeked his head around the door quite a while, probably wondering why the human creature would put herself *into* the giant tub of water. When he got braver, he looked over the edge of the tub, and tried to knock my tea over with his tail.

This article, which starts off, "But don't think that information technology workers are heading for the bread line," would be more believable if I hadn't read it immediately after the article, Dot-Com Bust Creating More Homeless.

It's really funny to hear "...party like it's 1999" in 2001.

So I've got this job going until my birthday (July 6). I'm not sure what I think of that exactly... Who do I ask for a new job for my birthday?

Anyway, new job requires me to be in Renton at 7am, therefore getting up at 5am, and going to bed much too early for someone my age. I don't care how early I have to get up, I'm not going to bed while it's still light out though.

Typesetting sounds so much nicer than data entry.

I think getting out of work at 3:30 is going to be nice, once I figure out how to get home in less than three hours. I think that means taking the same bus back home, instead of the next one that comes around after missing the 101.

The himalayan cat up the street is a tease. It usually perches up high high out of reach or runs off if I approach. This morning it lets me pet it, knowing that I can't risk missing my bus. The novelty of siamese/himalayan cats has worn off after living with Henry though.

I have a few days of notes and ideas that haven't been posted because of the new job. They may or may not actually end up here.

Kylldoran: you have weird sugar at work
Styrdyst: thank you
Kylldoran: yep, just doing my job, validating that you're not insane :)

Buying a Father's Day card turns out to be even harder than Mother's Day, though for the same reasons. Too sappy, too religious, just plain doesn't apply... I went with a 'from both of us card' and I'm going to include the cat.

Frosted Mini-wheats + Rice Krispies + Cheerios = Frosted Mini Krispie-o's!!

It's official—I have a job. Starting Wednesday, 7am in Renton, going until my birthday. No more clubbing for me this month.

PC destroyed by urinating dog!

dilinger0000: well, don't quote me for the sake of quoting me, quote me if i say something quotable

It's harder to quote from real life, because you can't reference a conversation in text. But since Pete mentioned last night that he hasn't been quoted recently enough on the web, I'll do my best. He also said he wished he had a camera to document my up and down through all the sugar I had last night—raspberry hot chocolate with whipped cream, then whipped cream with raspberry hot chocolate.

Yep, nothing like watching blood pour out of the back of your ankle in the shower... And on the floor, and...

I think I have a job. <restrained boinginess>

I went to bed with my contacts in last night. It was actually pretty eerie to open my eyes and see clearly, well, the shapes in the dark, on the other side of my room. So this is what it's like for seeing people?

"When a teenager attempts to build a breeder reactor"

I used one of the Starbucks gift certificates that Jake gave me (which is ironic considering the flame war he started on NWR yesterday which is still going), and then felt all corporate evil walking around with a Starbucks cup.

Powers of Ten—Look look look

I've finished my Visual Quickstart Javascript book, so I'm on to this bigger book that I got before I even moved to Seattle.. It's a bit old. Proof of that is where it says, "In a perfect world, everyone would be running Navigator 2.0, or some other browser that recognized JavaScript."

The Braball—I got an email asking that if you find a bra on the street to send it to her. It's a worthy cause, but when's the last time you found a bra laying on the street?

Izzy: Where'd the evil yellow thing go? (looking at the sky)