March 2006 Archives

Since I'm still a geek at heart, I constantly spend time to upgrade and improve junk. Such is the case here with Longbored Surfer. You may have noticed that today's date is now always populated there in the upper left-hand side (thank you PHP). I've also fixed the "Remember Me" checkbox on a story's page (appears I took out a link to a java script). I added the ability to subscribe/unsubscribe to emails about when I update the site (all automated). I also added the ability for anybody to email any story to somebody. It really just sends them a link so they can come here and read the story. Trivial though these upgrades may be, I think they're pretty cool.

Call me a germaphobe, picky, selfish, whatever… but I don't share food. It's really all about serving portability. You can separate it into two separate pieces before any possible cross-contamination can occur? Great. Trying to have me eat off of the same piece as you? No way. It might just be that I'm paranoid that there be some potential carry-over or contamination between your germs and mine. Yes, I'm aware of the fact that your fork touched your mouth, which touched some piece of food, which my fork could touch, which could touch my mouth. Call me paranoid, grossed out, whatever. I'll take it.

Nestled up in the corner, hanging out on a stone pillar, with nice, hard, ricochet-friendly, Stucco on two other sides of him, a pesky, hole-in-house-pecking woodpecker had no idea that 'ol dead-eye Pedro was about to end its life with a copper BB. Originally, I approached from the south, and with the trusty Red Ryder BB Gun at the ready, I rounded the northern corner. Approaching aforementioned woodpecker with my weapon at the ready, I took aim, and shot. A flurry of activity on behalf of the bird told me that the speedy projectile had met its mark. Little did I know the purpose of that flurry.

The sequel to most things just isn't as good as the original. I'm not going to claim that the milk left over after a bowl of cereal is better than the main course, but it certainly is delicious. It ranges in quality - post-Cap'n Crunch milk - not that great… post-Honey Nut Cheerios - fabulous. Certain cereals rank higher for me personally on nothing but the milk. Next time you think about tossing that milk out - check to see if it might just be worth the extra slurp.

As are many children, Cecilia is attached to an inanimate object. Her blanket is her vice of choice. It was a gift from her great-aunt when she was born. It's extremely soft, and she loves to have it touch around her mouth. She likes the fuzziness of it on hands, fingers and face. She really digs it. Well, she totes the thing around with her all over the place, and as she gets more tired, she wants it to be with her more. As is the example with this particular photo, she combined 2 of her favorites – her blanket, and being in front of the oven.

Frequently I am on conference calls at work. For some whacked reason, people think that none of us is as smart as all of us, but they fail to grasp the effectiveness, or lack thereof on a conference call. Sometimes, while on a call, people feel the need to get somebody else on the call that wasn't on the call to begin with. So what do they do? They end up calling the poor sucker, and conferencing them in the second that they answer the phone. Now they not only have to talk to the person they thought was calling (thanks to caller ID), but a whole group of people.

Surveys at the end of a class are understandable. You want to see how well you performed, so you come up with a way for your students to 'anonymously' submit feedback so you can improve your future classes. What I don't understand is when you do almost none of the instruction, and still expect the feedback.

Some of you might have noticed, but I never really pointed it out… but I added the Billboard Year-End charts over there on the side. They were one of the first things that I put on PabloNoEsta.com, but aligning with the new site themes, they have found their way over here. In addition to adding the Billboard stuff, I moved the Longbored Photos over to Plogger. It's not the greatest, but it works a bit better with the multiple themes that I have. Let me tell you about this stuff.

She likes flowers. For whatever reason, we've encouraged her, and somehow taught her to smell them. So, whenever she sees flowers, she wants to smell them, thinking that it's the only proper thing to do. If they're too high for her, then she'll point up to them and start sniffing - our clue to pick her up and get her to their height. Not all flowers look the same though… those tricky phones with that little star sure do look like a flower.

I was approached to create a simple site to aide in the selling of a home. Though originally I think they only wanted a page or two (like the vast majority of sites like that), I decided to give them a bit more for the money, and add a couple slick features. You can check out an example of the site (for the time being) here.