02.29.00 >> It's kind of scary finding a site called ghostsites in your referer log (fortunately, I'm not listed). Ghostsites keeps an eye out for sites that were once something, and are now... what they were some time ago. Each site is rated on just how dead it is.

Greetings from Seattle.

02.26.00 >> Happy belated birthday to Stesha. Too many damn February birthdays to keep track of them all...

Shawn explains what e/n is.

02.25.00 >> So David Knight says, "Dad, stop it." The amazing thing (from my jaded, bitter point of view) is that he still loves his father, even though Mr. Bill has stopped talking to his son and is getting his political rocks off in California, pushing Proposition 22.

I don't know what I'd do in that situation. Then again, I'm not out yet to my father. I would be, if I knew with certainty that he'd be fine with it. I probably would be if I knew with certainty that he wouldn't be fine with it, just to get it over with, done and out of the way. What scares me and prevents me from saying anything is the uncertainty. I have no idea how my dad feels about homosexuality. I've reached the point where I feel somewhat ready; I'm going to tell him and my brother (who also doesn't know) soon – within the next year, before Dad moves to Virginia. If you have any personal experience with this sort of thing, any advice would be appreciated.

02.24.00 >> 404 Error = No God. Alright then.

I'm popular again. I give up.

I just finally watched The Matrix the whole way through, instead of just the bits and pieces I had seen. Nice. I gotta work on attaining enlightenment so I can run up walls, too.

Tag team GLBT weblog action over on Web Queeries. [update: I posted my feelings regarding the Politically Incorrect episode mentioned below on Web Queeries. Yes, this is an attempt to make you check out the page out of curiosity.]

02.23.00 >> Thank you, Urban 75! Virtual Bubblewrap! (Shockwave needed.)

Damn. I left my Ken Ishii CD at home today. (I want those goggles.)

Hey, isn't tonight #blogirc night? Yeah, I think tonight is #blogirc night. But that's not important. The important thing is that you ask me where I got the #blogirc. Where did you get the #blogirc? My parents drove it back up from the Bahamas. (I'll stop here before the Dead Milkmen come and kick my ass.) Remember: 7pm-ish CST, point your IRC client to irc.skunkworks.cx, port 6667. Woohah!

On the 18th, Politically Incorrect aired an episode beginning with a marriage ceremony for two gay men. I missed it when it aired, but I read the transcript. It's late, I need some sleep, and I'm still processing it. I'm not sure what to think of it yet.

02.22.00 >> Happiness is pad thai, peanut sauce and chicken satay.

Yesterday, Mark found out who left "rubber baby buggy bumpers" on his voice mail. It was me. Thus, the "hint" I left earlier (read the source right after it).

Brig's latest rant made me consider adding a section on the side where I can drop messages to other webloggers. I mean, we do that all the time, right? Why not formalize it?

I also think that a weblog version of Hollywood Squares would be really damn entertaining. I just have no idea how to go about implementing it. If you like the idea and want to do it, go right ahead. If you want me to be a square, I'm all for it. Of course, by posting this, I'm already kinda square.

Holy moly. Wendell's at it again, this time with an article on regulators closing down the BradLands because of Brad's newfound popularity (also referred to in other circles as his "hotness").

Wendell also suggested that I clear up any confusion about John Cage, the avant garde composer, and John Cage, the character on Ally McBeal. They're two different folks, the latter actually being actor Peter McNicoll.

Neale has told me that wetlog can now be found at http://www.wrongwaygoback.com/ -- this means that WJH has moved, too. The new domain name conjures up images of the False Alarms from Labyrinth.

I'm not feeling so good today and called in sick. Ever have your head and your heart set up two different camps regarding an issue (which is a nice, clean way of saying "a person") and go to war? It sucks. And of course, the emotional stress is causing physical illness to manifest. Lovely.

02.21.00 >> Perverse Thought for the Day: You know, the lyrics to "She'll Be Comin' 'Round the Mountain" take on a whole new meaning as you get older.

As promised, here's this week or two's Weblog Craziness: A bunch of people redesigned some more; go find them yourself. It's practice for Easter. One I will point out is a slight redesign to Fairvue Central; Nikolai's added little boxes on the side to his favorite weblogs. Very classy. (Yes, I'm being conceited, one of them is mine. :D) / text as art - home of Xenoblogs. / Neale said to read this one. He was right. / Why, thank you! Yours too! (Especially this section.) / Any site that uses tarot is alright by me, and huzzah, it has a bitchen weblog. / The official word is that it is a weblog. Dig that action! / Long overdue link to fellow Chicagologger/GLBTogger Iain. Ignore the quirky format, the links are worth it. / Ouch, Wendell. I hope I never piss you off! / Crazy Uncle Joe meta-meta-metas all over weblogdom. / I got ptyped as Vigilant. / I'm no longer popular. Oh, wait, I am.

Brings new meaning to 'the medium is the massage.' A really bad massage that leaves you feeling worse off, perhaps.

It seems the latest trend in weblogland is talking about furniture. Fine. My turn. I got a $20 gift certificate to Target for my birthday, and I got a new office chair. I spent a few more bucks and got the dee-lux version with a footrest and a place to put your beverage in the armrest. And it's purple. Perfect for working on a laptop.

Now even your email address can be pissed off. (Thanks for the find, Elaine!) For as little as $20/year, it might be worth it. They even sell gift certificates. Their server is covered in Hello Kitty and tells you to love the pimp in ASL. And if you believe that last one...

I especially like the woman's gay pride corset on the front page.

02.20.00 >> This is possibly the best .sig file I've ever seen:

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"                                   " -John Cage
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Not a Cage fan and don't get the joke? Read up on 4'33", then. (Scroll down to the bit about John Cage, listen to the excerpt, get debriefed.)

To anyone who's got frames down pat (the html kind, not the kind you find at Art Barn or whatever), give me a ring. I'm working on something that uses frames and it's just not turning out quite right, and I could use a hand.

Not much to update with this weekend, as I'm out and about with these people or these people. And then tonight I'm with my family. I have a big weblogs-out-there update to make soon, so expect that tonight or tomorrow.

Happy birthday, Sam! :D

My neck hurts.

02.19.00 >> Electronically Recorded Japanese Production Humor Assault! The Laws of Anime. (courtesy o' gmtPlus9)

02.18.00 >> Streaming drum and bass/breakbeats/downtempo and other funk, 24/7. No commercials except what you feed the bot yourself. What's not to love? Well, the music, if you don't like that type of stuff, but this is the good stuff. (courtesy o' randomWalks)

Weblog Pronunciation: 'web-lawg. Function: noun. Date: 20th Century. 1 ? (heads up from megnut)

Ha ha ha! So I get to work just under two hours late to find that the power is out. I couldn't work if I wanted to. (I'm in the NOC currently, as they're on a UPS, but I can't stay in here for long.) The irony is ridiculous, even if it isn't technically irony. In null means null news, I finally got that picture of my mouth taken with a friend's digital camera (thanks, Jason!), so undertow will be up and running Real Soon Now(tm).

Okay, so, like, there was some comments made on one site about another site, and that turned to fighting with the other site saying stuff about the first site, and there was something like that before with more fighting and other weblogs and more people jumping in to take sides, and so some people are upset again, and there was this other fighting and commentary on the fighting, and something. Er, so... yeah.

(And so he looked where the sound of the fighting came from and it was A SET OF LEE PRESS ON NAILS!! WITHOUT A HAND!! AAUGH!! It's true, Randy Beamish told me.)

We were supposed to get this big 6 to 12 inch -- get your mind out of the gutter! -- snowstorm here in Chicago, last night through noon today, but looking out the window, so far it only looks like we got three or four inches. I guess the "I was avoiding the heavy snow" excuse won't work for me being late to work, eh? Oops.

Being a bigger, chubbier person, I always like seeing sites that say, "just because you're bigger doesn't mean you can't have style." Of course, this site probably won't do me any good personally, unless I go the drag route, which I don't forsee any time soon. Especially since I have a beard. Not that that's stopped people in the past.

02.17.00 >> What the hell is wrong with people in California? At least the right-wingers. You do not have all the answers. This so-called 'Sexual Responsibility Act of 2000' is utterly frightening: it would even disallow public figures and organizations from saying or using the phrase 'sexual orientation' because of its 'hidden meaning' of homosexuality.

Wow. Not only do they want to tell me and mine that we don't have legal rights, they want to censor us out of public rhetoric so we don't exist. How lovely! Not like I have to preach to you, my readers, but if you're in California, don't let this Sexual Responsibility Act thinger gain ground. And while you're at it, vote no on Proposition 22.

02.16.00 >> A little bit of wisdom I remembered:

Dada ist die Sonne, Dada ist das Ei.
Dada ist die Polizei der Polizei.

Though it could be "der Sonne." I'm getting rusty with those.

Hee: Kein Mitleid Für MicroSoft. (Thanks, Sam!)

This has got to be the scariest use of Shockwave/Flash that I've ever seen.

02.15.00 >> Hint.

For those who didn't catch the Gauntlet reference yesterday and want to know what the hell I was talking about, you can listen to the original sounds, see how someone rebuilt a Gauntlet machine, or download the DOS/Windows emulator for Gauntlet and Gauntlet II. Not to be confused with Gauntlet II, the leather bar.

Twernt has the lyrics to that catchy song, with translation, as well as more Chu-Chu Rocket links, and exploring them I found Phantasy Star Online, taking RPG games and making them multiplayer and networked. Neat!

How the hell are the cats getting hair in my medicine cabinet? Linus, are you teleporting again?

Here's a clear explanation of all that Chu-Chu business that Jon o'Twernt has been stirring up lately. (Note to those who dig the catchy song: my anime-otaku friend Brent caught the second bit, neko wa kowaii, and translated it as "the cat is scared." Though I thought kowaii was "scary," which makes more sense since the cats in this game just go around eating the little chu-chus. Poor little chu-chus. Kakoii!!!)

02.14.00 >> Some are born with broken hearts. There are procedures for these things these days. (note: RealVideo, not for the squeamish.)

Wizard is dying. Needs food badly.

Let Mr. T show his love for your page. (courtesy o' Wire Mommy)

It's Valentine's Day.

....

Er, yeah. It's Valentine's Day...... just in time for Adagin?

Even if you find yourself single today, as I do, you can still probably find yourself some love on the 'net. (Go start with John, he loves you just for stopping by. Can't beat that.)

(The first ten days of February got archived.)

02.13.00 >> So it occured to me that maybe the Adagin commercial I heard on the radio the other day was a joke or a parody, but no, that is the current state of affairs. (courtesy o' Grim Amusements via Lake Effect)

It's always you, isn't it? It's all about you. Just you, you, you. For crying out loud, can't you think of anyone else besides yourself?

02.12.00 >> Jen has revived InteREactive, where you get to shout out on a number of topics. Share! (Jen also has a weblog, huzzah!)

Today, some people will probably come up to me and sing this at me. Here's to making it to 25, celebrating a quarter-century of survival.

Sam has talked me out of resigning until I get another job lined up. Sound advice. He also gave me an idea regarding job-finding, so, what the hell: Do you need a webdork? Are you in the Chicago area? Hire me. C'mon, it's my birthday, or something. (Man, how sad can you get? :) )

It's also National Freedom to Marry Day and National Organ Donor Day. So go out, get married, grow old, die, then give up your organs so that others might live. You have 24 hours. Get a move on! (latter courtesy o' Rebecca's Pocket)

02.11.00 >> Not much to say today except that handing in my two-week's notice is becoming more and more appealing.

That, and that you know that the future is upon us when you hear an ad on the radio for a drug that will increase your penile length and circumference. Couldn't find a web page on it, but the pronunciation of the drug is "'a-de-gin." See your doctor. My favorite part of the ad? "Give her something big in the new millennium!" [additional: wow, I just noticed how heterocentrist that is. Then again, considering the averages of orientation (and the sometime-habit of gay men calling other gay men "her"), it kinda works anyway. Not that I know any gay men who are size queens..... h4w.]

My favorite fasthack tagline to date: destroy 2000 years of culture. Why that appeals to me, I don't know. Maybe because right now, I want to smack some corporate culture around.