Archive for December, 2003

A Very Navy Christmas Party.

Thursday, December 11th, 2003

Jeff came home from work this afternoon and announced that I was accompanying him to his ship's Christmas party, which was to be held at the Sheraton Waterside in beautiful downtown Norfolk. He also informed me that the minimum dress code was a shirt and tie, so that meant it was ...

It’s an awakening, it’s an epiphany.

Wednesday, December 10th, 2003

All my life, I've suffered from this condition without knowing its name. And now I've discovered: I'm an intellectual whore. Pity the website itself isn't better written (the bulk of it seems to have been composed while drunk) but my heavens, this is the truth. Call it the Bible of ...

Damn that woman.

Tuesday, December 9th, 2003

This is the worst news in the history of everything: ''Just recently they asked me if I would pose for the March issue," she said. "I turned it down because that's not the way I want my career to go. It's just not something I want to do at this time ...

My nerd card is renewed for another six months.

Saturday, December 6th, 2003

Remember when I added that Flash banner to my website for no real reason? Yeah, that was awesome. You're looking at the basic theme I'm going for there, with the license plate and the unimpressive Nissan Sentra bumper, but I'll probably go back over it at some point and make ...

New Flash banner, take two.

Friday, December 5th, 2003

I realize I'm the only one who cares, but above you'll find my second attempt at a Flash banner. Jeff is actively unimpressed, but I think it's pretty neat.

Jazzed up a little, you know, for no reason.

Friday, December 5th, 2003

I decided I wanted me one of them high-tech Flash-animated banners for my website, like you see the movie stars have. So you may notice my first attempt above. Trouble is, while I'm competent with whatever software you may give me, I'm not much of a visual artist, so this ...

As it turns out, my hair is an accurate predictor of my future.

Thursday, December 4th, 2003

My girl CeCe sent me this website which purports to select a career for you based solely on your hair preferences. Oddly, it nailed me:

This seemed like a lot of trouble just to avoid some measly typing.

Tuesday, December 2nd, 2003

I just downloaded some voice recognition software, and I'm having the time of my life playing around with it. For no reason at all, I'm dictating this entry right now. Just for fun, I'm not going to go back over and correct any mistakes it might make. Well, that's ...