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I let 3 domains expire by accident last night. I could have renewed all 3 for $27 but now that they are in the redemption phase I have to pay $99.95 per domain to get them out of redemption then pay the $8.95 per domain for renewal. OR I wait 36 and gamble that I can register the domains before a robot harvester/squatter grabs them and then I pay $14.95 per domain. Oh, I went into the bedroom last night to get my wallet and forgot that I wasn’t there to lie down. I was only in love with one of the domains.

On our death throes
Will we commemorate our angry moments
And the times we sat silent
Hoping someone would read our mind.

Will we cheerish our passive aggressive behaviors
And long to relive the hostilites.
Will my hand to my face recognize the wrinkles
As descendants of frowns.

There is enough evil without to help us grow old
Altogether too soon.
No need for the evil within to speed the process
So quash all ill thought and live without regret.

Choose to be happy
And those around you will bask in your joy.
Choose to smile and be open
And there will be no reason to frown.

-DM

So I’m trying to repair this Windows 98 SE machine and the nic needs a new driver. So I put everything on my Lexar Jumpdrive but it needs a special driver for Windows 98 SE. So I download the driver to a floppy disk.. yes, remember those things? And I put it in the drive but the machine won’t recognize the disk. I format a new one and it doesn’t recognize that. So I decide I’ll burn a cd and I go to get the usb drive from the back of the machine only to find that the machine I’ve been putting the floppy into doesn’t have the usb drive plugged in. Matter of fact, no cables or anything is plugged in because that machine is in line for repair when I’m done with this. Aye!

Today I discovered Dr Math while trying to confirm a programming calculation on percentage increase. I am certain that I will visit Dr Math frequently as my children ask for help throughout the school years.

"Roberts Says He’ll Decide Cases by Law [not his own personal views]" Umm.. Isn’t that the job description? Was there ever a question?

With the a/c on the fritz and time apparently moving at double speed, I needed this joke sent from my brother-in-law:

Q: What’s George Bush’s position on Roe v. Wade?

A: He really doesn’t care how people get out of New Orleans …

Yes! I woke many times in the night but at 4am I decided to rise. I flossed and freshed up and feel great. The whole "early bird gets the worm" is about me. I love the quiet. I love the productivity. I love the birds.

Oh! I know! Let’s make the a/c unit die.

Whoopie! Just sent off another proposal. I fear it will be rejected purely on sticker shock but the price is right. I hate sending a proposal that my gut feeling says is going to get rejected. I want to please and I want to do the job. But I also have to feed my family.

Proposals are fun to write. I could spend a week drawing diagrams and making plans but when you realize that you aren’t being paid for this preliminary work and that you may not get the job it begins to feel like salt being poured into a wound.

Well. One down. One to go.

That’s right! It’s National Vasectomy Awareness Week ( Sept 12-18 ) and IF I had $600 to spare and IF I had scheduled it 3 months ago (yes, that coincides with Evan’s entrance into this world) I would be participating this week. Instead I’m watching this video (link will resize your browser!) closely to see if my trusty Swiss Army knive and I can manage the operation in house.

Here’s another Dr. Snip reference. Dr. Wilson’s picture is just a little creepy. Someone should animate his lips and add the "we’ve got a bleeder!" soundclip from There’s Something About Mary.

I hold in my hand a Guinness Extra Stout glass 12 fl. oz. bottle batch number BL059/A 795060 FL. It must be five years old at least. The layer of dust on the bottle looks like something out of a haunted mansion movie. I suppose I could stay up all night working as usual, or tonight I could relax while thinking about all the reasons I should stay up all night working…

Update: There she sits upon my shelf. To be opened on a better occasion. It is 3:30am and I work.

Here’s a blog about a guy that gave up all his worldly possessions to live in a ditch.

When he gets to work in the bids department of Sotheby’s he is always spotlessly turned out in a Gieves & Hawkes suit, a stylish tie and polished shoes.

Big Daddy’s general manager, Saint Jones, and a band of helpers defied an evacuation order by arriving to clean up their premises in the historic French Quarter, which escaped largely unscathed from the floods.

There you go! That’s the New Orleans I know! Not saying I know the strip club side because I don’t. Saying, New Orleans doesn’t quit.

He was already had electricity from a generator, which was moving a pair of robotic woman’s legs, in stockings and pink high heels, waving invitingly on the street by the sign for Big Daddy’s.

Those used to be real legs until one day the girl accidentally fell off the swing onto the sidewalk. I recall walking past the joint one day in my early teens. My brother, a friend of mine and my father walked with me. As you came in line with the door you could see a mirror hanging from the ceiling at a 45 degree angle so that you could clearly see the backside of a fully naked woman. As we all stared my father deterred our interest by asking, "Boys. Did it ever occur to you that that might not be a woman?" We quickly turned our heads.

Not something you see everyday

Student: I am failing to live to my own standards.
Master: You have standards?