01.31.00 >> I'm not sure how Metalog's script chooses its links... the only three logs I can find linked to Kein are Wire Mommy, Apathy, and my own. I wouldn't call that "frequently linked-to." Maybe the third time's the charm? (Whoop, my mistake. 'stedakopitas also has a Kein link, but the loggeress isn't updating the log anymore.)

We were down for a bit earlier today; wonkiness with our ISDN modem or somesuch. I was stuck at work without my email. Without much to do while waiting for people to get back to me on a site launch, I made words out of 'Mystery Machine' for a few minutes.

Wire Mommy had some fun with George. Subtle! The fun was created with the Brunching Shuttlecocks' Electoral Collage.

01.30.00 >> Someone please explain to me why the Super Bowl gets people so worked up. I thought there was an incident of spousal abuse going on next door, with all sorts of shouting back and forth. I was ready to go over there and see what was up, but when I put my ear to the wall, it was just folks watching the game. Why can't people get all worked up over things like... I dunno... knitting?

You know I'm bored when I'm logging links like: Mmmm, miso soup. I like aka miso better, though.

I hope insomnia isn't the latest thing happening to webloggers. Staying up 'til the wee hours with the tv, I found out what happened to Downtown Julie Brown.

Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee hee! Hee hee hee! Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! Just go. (courtesy o' MetaFilter/Redcricket)

I wanted to point you towards a techno/industrial Japanese band called Meltdown, but their site crashed and they haven't yet rebuilt. You'll just have to believe me for the time being when I say they're very, very good.

You know you're a geek when, instead of going out clubbing like you had planned, you stay home, working on your website until 3am while watching PBS. In February, NOVA will have a series of episodes called Secrets of Lost Empires, where scientists and engineers try to replicate the methods that cultures of the past used to construct things like a medieval trebuchet, the moai of Easter Island, and the obelisks of Egypt. This is the part of history I love studying.

Remember how I said that I'd post the email conversation Rebecca and I had over Closeted Hetero? I finally got around to it.

01.29.00 >> My roommates are sometimes forgetful. I hadn't seen them when I got home late last night/this morning, and no one was home. No one was home when I awoke. Still not home tonight. Sam's pager works all over the country, so I send it email: Where are you guys? The reply comes back:

In Madison, thought we told you...

Uh, well, no. Have fun, though!

Weblog fright! Shoot to kill!

Last night I stayed up until 5am. At 3am, I was driving home on the highway and twice nearly fell asleep. I am pushing the envelope of self-abuse. Or something.

Apparently, Steve Kmetko and I went to the same college, and most likely focused on the same department (television broadcasting). If I were into celebrity worship, I'd say "Wow." But I'm not, so I'll say "small world." (courtesy o' Adam Twelve, who's back up and running, woo!)

Thank you, Web! I needed a mental screwdriver today! Now I can hear Richard Stallman singing the free software song. Try to listen all the way through, there's actually applause at the end. ("courtesy" o' BrainLog)

My older brother,
I called him: "Happy Birthday!"
He surfs not the web.

01.28.00 >> Derek (whose site may or may not contain a weblog; I'll let him tell you) points out that genitals.com doesn't quite go where you think it does. It seemed strange that About.com (you have to capitalize it when it's a Big Site, doncha know) would buy the genitals.com domain and point it at about.com, so I did some digging. The registrant of genitals.com is in Florida, whereas the registrant of about.com is in New York. This introduces a new concept: domain name redirection terrorism.

I did some more digging, curious as to see if it was just DNS pointing surfers to About's site, or if it was a page using a meta tag to redirect. After about eight or nine tries, some fast clicking on my browser's Stop button let me stop the redirect before it happened so I could see the source. The title tags say Nett Corp, whatever that is (domain name squatters, how nice). What's also interesting was this little bit:

<!-- dlog activated, non-unique hit -->

It seems someone's logging everyone that tries to surf to http://www.genitals.com. Maybe they work for Doubleclick.

It also seems that what Mike wrote on the 23rd made an impression with Mssr. Powazek, who wrote Mike about it. I like that. I hope things turned out amicably. Or, better yet, that they go out for a beer.

Gods, I've turned into a gossip columnist. Shoot me. No, better yet, spam me. Sell my email to Doubleclick's database.

Tweak interviews Laurie Anderson. I can't tell the date this interview occured, though the copyright says 1996. Bummer; I was hoping it was more current. Still a good read on what she thinks about the web and the future of technology.

I am tired. I need to stop staying up until 2am working on web foo.

01.27.00 >> Now that I have access to Sprint's intranet, I searched their job postings database to see what was available in the web category. They didn't even list web administration or design in any of the category descriptions. It's as I thought: when the revolution comes, there will be no room for me.

I've been remiss in not updating the right-hand list-o-logs, but I have been adding them on the redesigned site's list, which is coming next week. There's other logs besides those shown that I read for a while before deciding to add them to the list or not... more than one of them have linked to me preemptively. Speaking of the redesign, Alice wrote in to say:

Puh-leez...don't actually bother to scrap your purple circles :) The boring thing I have up now is simply a place holder until I do something different. I just couldn't wait to scrap the previous "design"!

Well, alright then. :) It is kind of a concern, though. You know. Lots of folks lately saying things about other folks' designs and their similarities to other folks' designs. You know.

Sure, everyone's hyping up the "second moon," but it's good to know that the Hubble telescope got fixed. (I don't watch TV or subscribe to a newspaper, so sometimes I'm slow to notice these things, eh?) Now maybe we can find that supposed 10th planet.

In case you missed the #BlogIRC chat last night, you missed: Zannah getting everyone pouncing; something about Mike and a ten foot pole; how Nikolai really does do incredible design; Matt discussing the future of MetaFilter; something about faxing pizza; something else about Brad and Scott Bakula; something further about not taunting the HappyFunBrad; a different Mike running out of wood; and my telling of the story of sex-o-matic (thanks, Neale), which ended up with a new convert. Oh, and Jon just being sillier than the rest of us, which was much appreciated. It was a good night. In two weeks, you should join us. (Point your irc client to irc.skunkworks.cx, port 6667, and join channel #blogirc.)

01.26.00 >> A guide to planning your wedding with lesbigay family members in mind. Though I disagree with the bit about not forcing them to get in line to catch the bouquet/garter. Maybe if one of us caught it once, some laws would loosen up around here. (courtesy o' Flutterby, somewhere in there, but trust me, it's there)

Oh good. The spacious living room version of openlog that got ruined when someone decided to futz things up in November, is back. Now it can be archived. I liked this issue.

Earlier today, I was feeling very much like this. I'm feeling much better now, though, thanks. (Great bits from the movie on this fan site for Clue.)

Well, hell. I like Strange Brew's new redesign, but its purply circles are reminiscient of what I was planning for my own redesign. Not wanting to be accused of copying designs, it's back to the drawing board for me.

A couple friends of mine and I saw the end of this segment of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?, where a gay contestant, Rob, and his partner, Mark, appeared on the show. Though I missed the part where Regis introduced Mark as "Rob's partner," my gaydar was going off, and both the new wardrobe comment and the hug at the end clinched it for us. What we totally missed, though (probably by missing the introduction of Rob as a contestant and Mark as his partner), was how matter-of-fact it all was. No one cared, and that's perfect. (courtesy o' Mary Anne via Flutterby)

I did a thing. It broke a law. I'm sorry and will report to the authorities.

Cam vs. Neale, round 2. Fight! Cam posts his side of Nealegate. Then, in round 3 (Fight!), white-clad ninjas jump in from the sides, wielding parodies.

01.25.00 >> I used to be an utter math head before high school. I can understand, somewhat, folks like Paul Erdös, a frantic mathemetician. Very simple site design, too. (courtesy o' slander)

Mathematical movies from recent years: Cube and Pi. Go rent them both.

A short weblog rundown: Wendell is alive! Yay! / More redesigns from Twernt, and more I can't remember right now, dammit / Running Tally received a nice comment from one of the longest running weblogs, Bump - thanks! / Mike lets the microwebcelebs that dislike weblogs have it / new glbt weblog by Iain / new weblog by a high school freshman who's more enthusiastic than all of this than I am... riothero is shaping up and actively aiming for webcelebness.

Be careful what you say this year. Certain things just aren't allowed.

01.24.00 >> I have sinned. I bought something I never, ever should have. You see, I went to the grocery store for a couple things, and I saw it, looking so cute and Japanese kitsch, with a vacant stare that reminded me of myself. Besides, it supposedly uses its vacant stare to stymie people so it can hit them with its psychokinetic powers. Who doesn't wish for that?

Sweet! Eric has been to the Gobbler. It's now called the King Arthur's Inn Motel. Knowing this now makes my planned road trip up there possible.

Somehow, I made the ratings. I'll probably fall off any moment, but that's fine. As those Bartles and James guys used to say, "Thank you for your support." (Part of the joys of writing a widely-read webwhatever... or at least more read than when I would say to my friends, "Hey, check out my webpage" a year and a half ago... is seeing how it propogates, how it spreads once I publicize it as much as I'm able through dmoz/Weblog Monitor/etc. Word of mouth (word of link?) is more powerful than these. It's kinda spooky. Which is probably why I talk about it so much -- spooky is fascinating to me.)

Blink is an online bookmarking service; you create an account, use its databasing capability to organize your bookmarks, and then set all or some of your bookmarks public so that others can peruse them. Which is nice, except there's no search capabilities. Basically, it's an easy way to do a link list. I could be missing something, though. I only gave Blink a cursory glance. Then again, it didn't encourage me to do anything but.

Online dating is for everyone.

So I've been slacking (again). I'd be a bad homo if I didn't note that the UK has lifted the ban on gays in the military (courtesy o' a bunch of logs, but I saw it last at Kestrel's Nest). I'd also be a bad geek in neglecting that BeOS is now free (courtesy o' another bunch of places but last seen on Slightly North of Tomorrow).

(My spelling is also starting to fail me. Note to self: It's copyright, not copywrite. Use seen, not scene, when you see something. Stick that in your Funk'n'Wagnalls.)

Okay, sometimes I wonder about my roommates and our guests. I just reached behind me to see what was stuck in the couch to make it so uncomfortable. It was an unopened 2-liter of Coke.

01.23.00 >> Jam it in and screw it. Do the Ultra Twist. (Apologies to the Cramps.)

Stef came over with a sample of some music recorded by her friend, Sammie Lee. It's pretty good, keep an ear out for it in your club du jour.

The Matrix parody I logged earlier has moved to its new home on detonate.net. I hear the rent is cheaper over there, and the water pressure is better. Or something. (I still feel wiped from last night; you want funny when I'm like this?)

Now it's Cam vs. Neale. Remember when we used to do this whole weblogging schtick just for fun? Oi. American copyright law is not unassailable; some things are allowed under Fair Use. Not being a lawyer, I can't say for certain, but as wetlog is a non-profit venture, and that Neale's parody will have no "effect of the use upon the potential market for or value of the copyrighted work" (US Code: Title 17, Section 107), I don't think Neale's violating any copyrights.

You know, I put a click here link in the last entry. As an act of penance, I will eat a cheese-like product. I'm sure there's something left over from New Year's.

Why didn't I just go here when I was looking for free stuff in the first place? Because I'm a git, that's why. Free fonts and etc. for Macfolk. Our PC brothers can get their own.

I didn't get drunk last night, but I still feel hung over. Ugh. The whole thing was fun, despite people getting tense at a couple points. Only one thing sucked, and to compensate, as we were driving home, my friend Stef and I found ourselves singing the ending of the Smiths' "Panic" (Hang the DJ, hang the DJ, hang the DJ...). At any rate, I owe a few people email. I'll be on it, but not until later tonight.

01.22.00 >>

Dear Internet,

Please excuse Jason from weblogging today. His brother is getting married and Jason's presence as best man is required. Therefore, Jason will be unable to fulfill his weblogging duties until tomorrow. Thank you for your understanding.

Sincerely,
Jason's mother

01.21.00 >> T said that Tally "...never veers into self indulgence." Um. *blink* I don't? (In fact, I think I just did.)

An exercise in marketing via name alone: catholicguilt.com.

Unamerican.com is pretty much dead, or will be soon. I've been searching around it, to see if Srini posted his side of the story, but there's nothing. The guestbook is dead too, but that may have been dead before. Still, this could be a big hoax, maybe James is angry about something else. I've been through too much drama in my personal life to not want to hear both sides of the story before forming an opinion. Read about what happened and the resulting chatter over on MetaFilter. [Update: Srini sent out his side of the story to the Unamerican mailing list; if you want a copy, feel free to ask. I'm still not sure which side I believe. He seems confident that the company will live on, despite losses.] [Update 2: Of course, instead of asking me, you could go read the email yourself, as it was posted on CamWorld.]

If Neale gets to go bowling with Vinnie and Jake, maybe Zannah and I should get together and watch anime. Let us unite in our addictions! (She falls into the glbt category, too.)

Get to work. Visit Prol. Reminded of Auriea, whose faq points me to ditto. We'll see if this makes finding non-copyrighted images easier. [Update: no.] I don't like ripping off people's stuff.

Rebecca wrote in with comments on my comments on Jason's comments on Closeted Hetero. I'll post the exchange shortly, as I think it gets more across than I could in one paragraph in a weblog, and Rebecca's comments are very insightful. John also comments on comments, though I think he oversimplified what I was trying to say. That's okay, so did I. The short of it, gang: it's a really complex subject, and none of us really touch on the whole of it.

Last night's lunar eclipse was amazing (for me at least, I'd never seen one before). It rather looked like a burnt pancake. Unfortunately, we could only enjoy it in short bursts, because the weather was cold. Damn winter, anyway.

01.20.00 >> Lunar eclipse tonight! I won't be home. A friend of mine has a telescope, so we're trucking over there. Not that any of you have my phone number and are going to be calling, but what the hell. (Well, okay, one of you does, but you live with me. That doesn't count.)

Apparently the suits got to Neale. I'm heartbroken. But maybe now he can go bowling with Jakob Nielsen and Vincent Flanders. He'd get to call them Jake and Vinnie, and he could tell them about BigWhat.com and they'd probably love it because it's simple. It's broken, hard to read, inaccurate and butt ugly, but it's simple. (Then again, this here log isn't too pretty to look at to begin with. I'm working on that.)

Archived the first half of the month because the file size was exceeding 40k. Man, I talk a lot. It's when I talk a lot about the fact that I talk a lot that you get to shoot me. And I'll appreciate it.

I would really^23 like to go to this. But it's too bloody expensive and I doubt work would spring for it. Ah well.

So I get this email from BigWhat.com this morning saying they got my submission to their search engine... something I never did (strike one). Apparently they found Kein and the rest of Pitas. The email went on to scream at me in capital letters about the web's coolest search engine, independent and 100% user editable, yadda yadda. Top 25 listings, users can vote, add this html to your page, yadda yadda. "Note, we may contact you to check on the success of your listing with us, as well as to let you know of opportunities which can help your web based business or site grow..." They're going to contact me again? No (strike two)! So I go to this search engine and search for the term "kein." I get a perl error. Crash. Nice. Trying again, I search for "pitas." They show Kein, I click on the link. Here's the kicker: BigWhatever originally opened up a page as a frameset consisting of one window-sized frame. When I opened Kein, there was a small frame up top with BigWhatness links for recommending the site, checking your free email/getting your free site, and going back to the BigWart search interface. They stay with you as you surf instead of leaving you in peace (strike three, thank you for playing). It was like having a fratboy move in to your pad and take over.

Since I felt obligated to not give them the brush off within ten seconds, I tried another search for "weblog." It came up with 28 entries, but before it would show me those entries, it warned me about objectionable content and offered to go into "scrubbing mode," which would attempt to filter out any results containing objectionable material. It also ended with wonderful grammar:

If you choose to continue in filtered mode, our system will make every attempt to keep your search results as scrubbed as possible, however no system is perfect and you continue knowing this.

I continue knowing this, thanks. I keeping in that mind.

Feeling masochistic, I continued with unfiltered results. On the first page of results, it listed both Risanina and Robot Wisdom twice in a list of 8 (when the header said it was displaying 1-20 out of 28). Clicking on "next" produced another perl error. I gave up at that point.

01.19.00 >> Wow, what a big webloggy day it's been today. For my homo brothers, I offer you a list of which states do and do not have sodomy laws. (courtesy o' Wire Mommy)

So, four hours later, it's still snowing. I made it home, but not before a fun, skidding left turn at a stoplight, an average speed of 35mph on the highway, and getting stuck in an icy hole in the parking lot of the place where I live (and no, I don't have 4-wheel drive). I was able to free my poor car from the last one with the help of a neighbor who was outside with her kids (Thank you, Paula! Thank you, kids!). She drove while I and a kid rocked the car out of the hole until it found some traction and got out. Fucking Peaching winter.

Closeted Hetero. (courtesy o' kottke.org)

Though I do have to agree with some of Jason's comments regarding how non-straights can be just as prejudiced as the straights (I know I got sick of my ex's comments about the "damn breeders"), understand also that some people "decide" to become gay or bi for reasons other than that's how they are or how they feel. It seems a fad for high school girls to say they're bi (though they'd never sleep with a woman, they'll say), or sometimes, because of emotional trauma connected to a negative sexual or emotional experience, such as rape or abuse, people will "switch." People are weird; they'll do anything to protect themselves from what they fear.

Weblog connections: David gets a job » at Meep! Media » which produces meep!Board » which is used by Prol. (Congrats, David!)

Okay, so it's /usr/bin/girl. Cool.

Dammit, stop snowing. Stop snowing. Chicago has been relatively snow free this winter, but yesterday it snowed a bit and today it's snowing more. People on the road are being dumb, and consequently, a semi truck just ended up on our office building's front lawn. This prompted a quick exchange between a coworker and myself:

Me: At least everyone's still alive.
Coworker: Alive, whatever, it's a good thing they didn't hit my truck!

Nice.

Matthew (not Matthew or the Guy, Matthew, but another one) tells me that the first visitor of the year (see 01.01) was actually a bot. Win a prize if you can tell me which bot it was!

It's CSS horrors like these that make me hesitate to use CSS to do anything other than minor font specifications.

I felt bad, and had to get it out of my system.

Dollheads showed up in my referrer log somehow. It used to be Sick Sad World, and Faith's voice is wonderful. I'm adding it to my to-read journal list, which is also where I'm sticking my own journal once I start it. Yes yes yes.

My one and only brother is getting married Saturday, and I have to give a speech as the Best Man. Fortunately, there's help for blokes in my position.

More weblog miniportal fun with Dan o'Lake Effect's Chicagologlistoramadama.

01.18.00 >> I found an entry in my referrer logs that just has the URL as ROBOT. Just ROBOT. I grep'ed through my access log to see where ROBOT was from; reverse DNS shows that ROBOT's IP address is from a service in Tokyo. That's crazy. Big Japanese robots from Tokyo are reading my page!!

Matthew saves my slacker ass and starts work on the glbt weblog portal thinger.

Not many updates today; did some actual work at the office (I do that some days, yes) and some mock-up-ing of the new RT design. I constantly make graphics too big. More work from home. On the personal front, I broke down after just two days and called the Guy yesterday. Short version: calling was the right thing to do. Putting added stress on the situation like I did was stupid, as it wasn't helping me at all, but I had to find that out the hard way. My relenting also works out for him, as he really needs a friend that understands where he's at emotionally, what with all the crap that's going on with other things and other people; it looks like I'm to be that friend. I can live with that. New friends are good. I also realized recently that I shouldn't be dating now, either. After the last yutz and what he tried pulling, I'm looking for barbs and nettles wherever I can find them. Seek for Hell and you shall find it and such. Not fair for anyone... I need a chance to simmer down. And here I thought the scars had healed.

"C'mon, Pierre, say it!"
"Wha'."
"Say 'clitoris.'"
"What?!?"
"Oh, it's easy! Go on, say it! Say, 'cli... tor... is!'"

--Dogs in Space

(with thanks to Prol and D)

Let me know if you want me to start writing epinions. I've been sorely tempted, but it seems so much like signing a bit of my soul away. Sorta.

01.17.00 >> People on the weblogs-social list have been posting little bioblurbs of themselves -- I followed suit -- and it got me thinking back to my college days. During my junior year (I think; my memory sucks), I was involved with an experimental video production class, which ended with us producing our own separate video pieces, then editing them all together in a coherent production, booking space to hold the show, advertising, creating a program, etc. We ended up making the show, XLR: Xperimental Living Room, an installation, turning the front of the auditorium into a living room area, with the front row of seats transformed into one long couch facing the screen. We invited people to join us in our living room as we hung out around the stage and on the couch, tossing popcorn at each other, but only one fellow took us up on it. Aftewards, one of our cohorts, Luella, posted her pictures from the set up of the event to GeoCities. (Warning: Luella hung out on IRC, and uses d MaD iRC LiNgO.) Here's your chance to see me from three or four years ago. I'm the white guy in the vest, flashing a peace sign in the third picture. If I find what I did with my copy of the program, I'll scan it in for kicks (and pure ego; I designed it).

Another Katie link: Leisuretown. Fun with a camera, little plastic animal toys, and technical writing (sort of) at its finest (i.e., surliest).

iCar.

01.16.00 >> (Prol, if you're ever in Chicago and want to go drinking or clubbing or something, look me up. I don't drink but I can fake it. :) Content comes easily when you just run your mouth off... something I enjoy doing. On other content vs. design related news, I have some solid ideas for a redesign (or solider [sic] than the last time I mentioned the redesign), and am bringing my laptop with me to a friend's house for a get-together and viewing of Fushigi Yuugi so I can pound on it a bit. Mmm. Pepperoni za.)

I wanted to see this stage production, but it looks doubtful I'll make it what with everything going on (you know, little things like my brother's wedding) over the next couple of weeks. Besides, I found a picture on the net of the actor playing Ares, and I don't think he'd do it for me.

More new weblog looks: Wire Mommy!

Official Lain site on Pioneer Video.

Cthugha. Oscilloscopes on acid isn't how I'd describe the program, but it's still neat.

Wow! Dingbats! Thank you, Katie.

I am so tired today that I can't move. So in front of the computer I shall be. I'm going to try and put the ideas I have for Running Tally's redesign into use. Oh wait. I have to take movies back. Damn.

If you're a computer geek, you will get the computing references strewn throughout Lain. If you don't, you'll still enjoy the scripting, which is kind of David Lynch-ish in feel. The opening theme was done by a British band called BOA, who got involved in the project after releasing their album in Japan. Anime like this is a treasure.

Yahoo is too fucking slow in putting new entries in. Bloody hell, what's it been, two months?

'stedakopitas will be going away. Pout.

Blah blah blah dog personality test blah blah every other weblog mentions blah blah I'm an Irish Setter. Blah blah cheers.

Entries like the one for 15/16 are why I need a journal. Will work on that soon for your gory edification... which sounds bad, but gory edification is a good thing, really. Something good did come out of yesterday, though, possibly. I told the Guy (Matthew) about my potentially impending unemployment, and he said he'd talk to a friend of his who does something-or-other web-related about freelancing for him. Whether this is a good thing or not, I don't know, but I usually get my best leads out of the blue like that, so we'll see.

01.15/16.00 >> It's 2.15am and it's been a hell of a day, to finish off a hellish week.

My ATM card decided to stop working; I now have no cash.

I've still been having ambivalent feelings about the Guy, even though we've stopped dating; I told him over lunch that I needed some time away from him so I could get my head clear, and so I could treat him like a friend instead of someone I was secretly waiting to pounce once he decided to start dating again. I told him not to call me, and that I'd get ahold of him when I was ready. He said he understood, but the way he looked back at me over his shoulder after I dropped him back off at his store nearly broke my heart. I feel like a complete jackass.

About a half past midnight, we got a call from a friend of ours, saying that a friend of hers couldn't go home just yet and needed a place to rest for an hour or two. I told her to come on over. Turns out her friend was drunk and stoned, and generally not doing so well. We watched over her for an hour, made her some tea, and got her going a bit. Normally I hate taking drunks in, as relying on someone else to put up with you when you're wasted is a rude way to inflict your self-induced problems on another person, but our friend was utterly sober and stuck in a bad situation herself. She panicked and called in for some support. I think she did the right thing; it was her I was helping out, as I see it, not her friend.

Once we got her up and around and coherent, her friend said something that made me think that it was the first time she had gotten that wasted, and she said that the way she felt, it would be the last. I hope she sticks to that. (Not that I have any objections to what anyone wants to put into their body, as long as they're responsible about it. Wiping out, though, isn't too responsible.)

One of the roommates got seriously pissed over the whole situation, and I don't blame them, but what can you do? It was an emergency of sorts. Sometimes you just do what you have to do.

All of this after a week of stressing over and rushing to get a project done on time at work, averaging about five hours of sleep a night, two nights of staying at the office until 10pm, and one night of working from home until 2am. And the fire alarm going off Friday morning. And the site being down. And and and. I'm surprised I haven't blown up at anyone. I'm surprised I haven't blown up, period. After folks went home tonight, I got some of my anger out by cleaning up in the kitchen. I feel drained. It's time for sleep.

No it isn't. There's the phone. And it's apparently important. And it's unrelated to anything else. Argh.