Had me fooled there for a second... With all that guilt... But it didn't last. I'm on to you.
I'll do all these great things. And you won't be there to see it. I'll make sure of it.
http://www.communitymx.com/content/article.cfm?page=2&cid=C37E0
http://archivist.incutio.com/viewlist/css-discuss/4426
http://archivist.incutio.com/viewlist/css-discuss/44266
http://ifindkarma.typepad.com/relax/
http://www.adambosworth.net/archives/000031.html
http://ifindkarma.typepad.com/relax/2004/12/_as_the_year_dr.html
http://akaimbatman.blogspot.com/2005/06/explanation-of-database-file-systems.html
http://webcoder.info/reference/BrowserFiltering.script.html
http://ask.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=05/06/27/214215&threshold=-1&tid=190&tid=227&tid=4
http://www.bobbyvandersluis.com/articles/goodpractices.php
http://apple.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=05/06/27/1234203&threshold=5&tid=176&tid=100&tid=141&tid=3
http://www.quirksmode.org/js/events_order.html
Fuck Microsoft and not being able to tell me where clicks are from and forcing me to hard code values. Fuck you.
http://www.positioniseverything.net/
http://hixie.ch/advocacy/xhtml
THANK GOD I FOUND THIS ARTICLE
I've been using the words transparent, translucent...jesus.
http://www.onlinetools.org/articles/unobtrusivejavascript/index.html
One feature I find lacking in social software is the software's ability to suggest people you probably are friends with or people that you should know anyway.
I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place... Do I do what I usually do, or do I do what I think I'm supposed to do?
I qualify with "supposed to" because I think I'm lost. Physically, I've lost the book... And I'm sure only Rei and Rich would know the importance of such a silly book... So maybe I'm just lost. Maybe nothing's wrong. Maybe it's just me. Maybe the key to life's problems is to... Just hang out more.
Or as a late philosophy of mine says, tightening up the feedback loop.
But what if I am right. What if all the feelings I have are just. What if I'm psychic! What if... You are a fake. You are a fraud. You do treat people like crap. And I can sense you a mile away. With laser like precision, through your fraud and through your games.
So I dunno. Back to short change and missing an opportunity.
Speaking of opportunity, can you really miss something that wasn't there? Like Hollywood kids not going to high school. Do you really think they know any better?
Actually, before I stop, I can answer that right now... I didn't go to a real college. I didn't. I'll probably affirm that to the day I die. But... I know there's something better out there. Something more fun. Something more a cappella. Haha.
So yeah. Those are my dellusions for now...
What if my ability to read people was true... Would I be shortchanging myself, as others might seem to claim, or would I live a truer life, void of fake and dumb people? Not to mention boring.
I had to tack on boring. Because... Someone I tried talking to. Was acting awfully boring. Or so I read.
Coupled with a handful of personal philosophies, I think I've boiled down my existence into three missions... Seems pretty good so far.
But oh. I just remember... There is this one thing... Which will always bring me back, no matter where I am or what happens to me... It's something I always have to think about. Nay, want to think about.
It's... About the first time that I ever lived... Haha, no wait. I lie. I lie because I have a poor memory. Actually, I have no idea if it's the first time, but it's certainly something that stands out...
The first time I ever felt upset. Crazy. All these things... Anyway. It's probably long gone now, in the most obvious and practical sense. But you know what? I don't think any of that matters. Because I can live with purity of thought. And that's completely fine with me...
So here's to desperately trying to never forget. That little amount of insanity that adds spice to life. To never forgetting and maybe one day, finding my way home.
http://www.dianashistory.blogspot.com/ took the words right outta my mouth
Today is the first day I realized that NJIT was on the Facebook... And right now I'm living through a time machine it seems. And I could only think of two thoughts.
One, I've felt a lot of ways and changed in certain ways since then... I still think I'm pretty weird. But don't we all have our trials and tribulations?
Two. Still the hottest mother-fucker alive.
Strong habits die hard. Or not at all.
http://www.coverville.com/archives/2005/02/coverville_53_a.html
it's what i found trying to find the intersection between a cappella and podcasting (that's gonna be me one day if it isn't out there already)
it's so beautiful it kinda makes me want to cry...
http://www.milkandcookies.com/links/28721/
beautiful
Philosophy/revelation: commitment = downer/responsibility/life-sucker
life is about what you *do not* commit to.
possible solutions: automation. no committments. ignorance. willful refusal.
http://yro.slashdot.org/article.pl?sid=05/06/21/1617217&tid=188&tid=124&tid=17
Sorry, John. http://www.dartmouth.edu/~jshea/
http://www.techinterview.org/Puzzles/fog0000000142.html
Some girls were looking at me on the subway... I mean, I'll go ahead admit that I thought they were looking at me in a positive light, but it turns out they were just making fun of me. I have no idea why though... Maybe because I'm in boards and flops? I feel so undressed at work. Like it's not hot enough to merit what I'm wearing. But on another day, it'd be perfectly find.
Stupid girls.
There were about 8-10 lame crack attempts like that in the snippets section earlier too, though it looks like they've all been reaped at this point.I bet we don't even see half of this stupid attemps. I wonder what age these kids areDunno, but they really need to discover girls. Or boys. Or barnyard animals.Poor animals...
As I make this post, I'd like to point out that I do have an active and critical readership, namely one. So thanks John, for your harsh words and recognition. This link is for you. =)
Comparing innerHTML to the analogous W3C method
The things that make me happy in life really make me sad.
But wait, didn't I already declare twice that happiness is an illusion?
Quite the illusion.
Happiness is an illusion. If you live life expecting disappointment, because that's all people are good for, then you'll be fine.
Now would be a great time to transcend to a plane of higher existence, void of petty desires and material possessions.
http://annevankesteren.nl/2005/01/background-position
http://www.sitepoint.com/examples/wellbehaveddhtml/ExampleC.html
http://terje2.perlgolf.org/~pgas/score.pl?func=front
Wow, thank God I suck. It makes my choices a whole lot easier.
But wait, doesn't that mean I lack capability...? Uh oh...
What is the intersection of barbershopping and a fraternity? Maybe I can find out soon.
http://www.stunicholls.myby.co.uk/menus/
http://veerle.duoh.com/index.php?id=P320
http://uoontherocks.com/
I'm going to be fired soon. I can feel it.
The Hyannis Sound. Music so powerful... It made me regret ever doubting life itself.
That's why we cry and fight.
With all of the sun and the skin outside, and the impending deadline, I feel... Inspired. Like I want to challenge myself and prove that I really can do it. And be better off for it.
So, may the challenge begin. Here's to not doing what I don't want to do, and to a better vehicle for the mind.
Let's start with the water, home sweet home.
Maybe I haven't been reading enough Dale Carnegie. But something tells me this is the part where I start to feel bad about us, about what happened.
But I know there's still one more way out. It's the same part of me that knows that happiness... Is all a ruse. Happy relationships are just stories that haven't finished yet.
I got that one from Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Mmm, taking cynical cues from a movie.
But uh... It's true, I guess. The only solace... The only real way to be happy... To avoid disappointment... And to properly believe in life... Is to not believe in anything. Because if you do, it will just come back to haunt and harass you. And let you down.
So here's to us. And all the bad things that happened. And my poor memory. I won't be taking any more steps forward... Because I'm lazy, hurt, and upset. So why take the pain when you can fly away.
Fly away to a land of fleeting dreams, impossible bars, mentral constructs, delusions, and no happiness at all. Just... Championing. That should be joy enough for anybody. Real joy is an illusion.
If I actually rewound three years of my life, where would I be? Lifeless, a properly functioning version of me would say. Better, I currently believe.
And part of me should be hurt. But that part of me isn't around right now.
Maybe one day we'll find our way back. And we'll be happy. But today's not that day. And here's to being better off for it.
Life ain't perfect... But it will be.
soy (2:11:36 AM): i'm not good at fulfilling promises
soy (2:11:41 AM): so i've resolved not to make any
I like the word "angsty". It sounds funny and describes how I, or some other people, feel.
https://addons.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?application=firefox&category=Developer%20Tools&numpg=10&id=249
http://www7.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/0506/feature6/multimedia.html
http://chorusamerica.org/vox_article_cappella.shtml
http://www.yale.edu/lt/archives/v9n1/v9n1sing.htm
DAMMIT TO HELL. I"m so bummed right now... I need I need I need I absolutely need a plan for world domination. Right now.
I'm just SO heartbroken... I literally need a moment. I can't CONCENTRATE at all....
I want a cry maybe.
I have to be... A champion. Of justice. At any cost.
So... One of my plans for world domination... Completely fell through. Goddamnit. Now I have to find another healthy outlet before I explode... Dammit to hell.
...
Dammit.
yin (9:52:52 AM): DL this http://s51.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0DSTJ8AOZW0ZR3HQFQ3XFPLCGP
yin (9:53:07 AM): Bebot from the Black Eyed Peas new album
yin (9:53:11 AM): its in tagalog
i <3 kiwi + strawberries
http://www.twit.tv/
http://www.podsumer.com/vegancookingschool/
listening to podcasting @ work and working in the city ==== AWESOME
sweeet freedom - michael mcdonalds
http://www.perlmonks.com/?node_id=464247
http://www.michaelbach.de/ot/col_rapidAfterimage/index.html from my coworker elliot
http://www.perlmonks.com/?node_id=463860
http://www.zuberphotographics.com/page_PSCurves_Color.htm
http://www.bigblueball.com/im/aim/extended_smileys.php
you... you should try the orange ones (cookies).
yeah... oh wait no. i have a full stomach and i've been trying to walk it off all day.
haha that's the story of my life
http://dropcash.blogspot.com/
http://thresholdstate.com/threshold/3690/the-dropcash-ransom
From the Tao comes existence, One.
From existence comes non-existence, Two.
From Two comes the dialectic, Three.
The trifecta.
Last night, I had a dream. About student presentations. The students in the classroom were just a random set of friends from different periods in my life... It ended with me getting all flustered/angry about the wrong things, and D R0D and the girls singing "Midnight Train to Georgia", college a cappella style also. Curley, the teacher, eventually gave up and dismissed class. Because. Who can compete with a bunch of kids singing Midnight Train to Georgia? Especially when it just cuts out in the middle seeing as how they don't know all the words.
True or false. Real friends aren't afraid to tell one another about how stupid they look/are.
Side note: would then be a good time to discuss issues with stupidity/superficiality?
Had a fever on Thursday. I wanted to pass out at work.
I think I still have the fever now. I feel like I want to die... Now's a great time to be having delusions and losing my priorities...
Remember when I made that promise back in ... March? Well, it's already June. Progress? Almost none.
I feel like I'm going to die...
Maybe I was mumbling... Here's what just transpired.
Next customer. What would you like?Grande soy mocha.
[The dude spends like a minute punching in receipts which have nothing to do with my order and my Starbucks experience. Thanks for wasting my time, ass.]
Grande soy latte.
Mo-cha.
[Punch, punch, punch...]
Iced grande soy mocha.
What?
Iced grande soy mocha.
What? No.
What's the drink, sir?
Grande soy mocha.
Notice how the conversation starts and ends with "Grande soy mocha" and a condescending look of disdain that only an INTJ can deliver chilled. Thanks, asshole. Thanks for causing me all this undo stress and being a complete idiot. [Insert unnecessary comment affirming why you work at Starbucks.]
http://extensionroom.mozdev.org/more-info/sessionsaver
http://greasemonkey.mozdev.org/
http://www.sysarch.com/perl/sort_paper.html
http://theodorakis.net/tablecentertest.html