Engler beat me to it:

13:58 < Danelope> Haha.
13:58 < Danelope> I forgot.
13:58 < solios> ?
13:58 < Danelope> My CSS on the template for foreword crashes Netscape 4.7.
13:58 < solios> :D
13:58 < solios> I don't have that to test.
13:58 < solios> wait, I do.
13:58 < solios> on an SGI.
13:58 < solios> :|
13:59 < Danelope> I'm sorry.
13:59 < solios> it runs Mozilla too.
13:59 < solios> but I need NS4.7 to download .tardist files properly.
13:59 < solios> :|
13:59 < solios> IRIX--
13:59 < Danelope> ".tardist"
13:59 < Danelope> Is that like, a base class for handicapped people?
14:00 < solios> actually, it's a pandimensional time travelling spaceship for handicapped people.
14:00 < Danelope> "I'm a level 15 Tardist with a Cloak of Drool Resistance +4."

Yes, in fact.

I got sick of 40+ spam a day making it through my stringent Outlook rules on my main and secondary email accounts. Consequently, my main and secondary email accounts don't Actually Exist anymore. They've been forwarded Elsewhere. Elsewhere runs them through SpamAssassin before Elsehwere sends my email to me, which has the delicious effect of dumping about 50+ email per day right into my deleted items folder, where ti rightfully belongs.

No more FIRE YOUR BOSS WITH EBAY! No more V14gr4! At least in my inbox.

Mail to the Great Spam Aggregator will still get to me. The mail, however, will have its butt thoroughly sniffed by software so I don't have to.

Yeah, 50 a day is nothing compared to the amount of CRAP that my online friends have to put up with. But a ratio of 100 spam to .28 Actual Email is intolerable, and I've finally Done Something about it.

All is Sweetness and Light.

Fixed a small fuggup in the Workload section that occured when I moved the entries from one blog to another- I forgot about excerpts, which is how the anchor tags write themselves out- same as the FAQ. Minor typo corrections. Thinking about .plan files and what do do about blog category filtering.

Wondering where the heck all of my coworkers disappeared to.

I'm still not sure what the hell I'm doing with mercury. People read it, I know that much.

Scary thought, really.

The information design still smells funny, and my brain's perpetually out to lunch on a clean solution. Probably because I have ATC to worry about, and a couple of other web sites to maintain. And a couple of others I need to design. And another I need to finish. And the webcomic. And the day job.

To take Consolidated out of context : What about the album? To paraphrase: What about the focus?

Is there one? Should there be one? No and maybe. I think. They have created a repressed society and we are their unwitting accomplices. And so forth. Miss the attention span somewhat. Occasionally the social thing. Too much time with a Trinitrons of varying vintage inches from my nose.

Beats the alternative, really. Too much time with genetic waste of varying vintage inches from my nose.

Spring happens in about fourteen hours, officially- which means I'm closer to comfortably not wearing pants for several months. I'm happy about this.

The MPU got a call around three thirty on Thursday. He's been recalled to Lycoming Engine effective the Ides of March. When he's at his current job, he wants to be there. Back in the jungle.

Everyone gets everything he wants.

The email subject header was "FIGMO!!!!!!" - FIGMO, Dad explained, means "Fuck It- Got My Orders!", and is a term that originates from his time in the Air Force. Reminds me of getting recalled to the museum in August of 2000- months of :| followed by a single email and weeks of :D!!!!!.

Rock the casbah.

I have art supplies. And creative block the likes of which you wouldn't believe.

Business as usual.

23:03 < solios> apparently I could have had sex last night.
23:03 < solios> This didn't occur to me.
23:03 < solios> I was told recently.
23:03 < solios> fagbot: doot for MY THICK FUCKING SKULL (AND OTHER AREAS)
23:03 < fagbot> wear pants next time
23:04 < solios> fagbot: 8ball do you want to have TEH SEHKZ with JOlie? # she asked. :P
23:04 * fagbot shakes the psychic black sphere...
23:04 < fagbot> It says 'Better Not Tell You Now,' solios
23:06 < solios> fagbot: doot for you being sensitive.
23:06 < fagbot> here's the strategy: you distract him and i'll pull his pants down
23:14 < ejp> solios: fag
23:18 < solios> < jolie> tell Eric I completely agree with him
23:18 < solios> :|
23:18 < ejp> haha
23:18 < solios> < jolie> and by all means, let him know that what didn't occur to you was a girl saying "want to fuck? let's leave right now"
23:18 < solios> SHE WHIPPED HER BOOBS OUT
23:18 < solios> and instead of, like, responding, my brain crashed.
23:18 < ejp> solios: fag
23:18 < @bda> Was she hot?
23:19 < @bda> Or scary?
23:19 < fagbot> somebody said scary was teenage english.
23:19 < ejp> she was *Jolie*
23:19 < @bda> FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT DUMBFUCK IN ADDRESS MODE
23:19 < @bda> Oh.
23:19 < @bda> solios: fag.
23:20 < solios> < jolie> tell @bda "scary"
23:20 < ejp> well, scary and hot.
23:21 < @bda> Whatever, Dan's a fag.
23:21 < @bda> Let's move on.

1. Capture footage and do rough edit for my friend Roy's David Cronenberg vs. Dawson's Creek short film thing.
2. Wang Labs : The Web Site.
3. Site design for my friend Sean's bondage paraphenalia biz.
4. 70 second After Effects blitz of still materials into video for one of my coworkers, who's commissioned me ($ goes straight into maniac).

The AE blitz is the timesuck, starting Monday night and hopefully finished on Tuesday. The capture thing is totally today, with more work on it next week or the week after.

I'd usually be super pissed about the amount of stuff I have to do in addition to the webcomic, but I ran out of supplies on Thursday and won't be able to buy more bristol until payday- so I have five days of null that I can fill easily. Fortunately, I got the current page done well ahead of when I thought I'd be able to finish it, so Life Is Good (oddly enough) for the time being.

09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < solios> ooo.
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:25 < solios> state saving ROOLZ
09:25 < rjbs> IIS--
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 < rjbs> IIS--
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 < rjbs> IIS--
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 < rjbs> IIS--
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 < rjbs> I quit.
09:26 < solios> IIS--
09:26 -!- rjbs is now known as rjbsKillingSpree
09:29 < solios> fagbot: karma IIS
09:29 < fagbot> iis has karma of -24
09:33 -!- rjbsKillingSpree is now known as rjbs
09:33 < rjbs> If anybody asks, it was a tasmanian devil.

This one ain't pretty, and intentionally so. I think.

Mirror of a rant posted to Deviantart (in the extended entry). My brain feels like shit. I continue to experiment with elliminating things from my diet. I call it experimentation because I dropped Ramen and had exactly the same problems at exactly the same times and I now have brainsludgy headbees of PISS-ASS DOOM raging through MY FUCKING HEAD AND I FUCKING HATE IT AND IT WON'T STOP WHY DOESN'T IT STOP and I figured I'd fucking log this and maybe someone who specializes in stopping this kind of biological FUCKING TORTURE will read it and respond with something along the lines of "dude, you need more vitamin B."

I'm extremely certain that it's that simple. :|