Back in the day, people often got to this site by accident – they’d use MSN Search and type in things like “I caught my wife fucking my horse,” and they’d somehow end up here.

I loved those days. Those days utterly cracked me up.

But now when I check my hit counter software, not much is going on. Just normal searches for blinkies, recipes, how to ping from OSX, iPods, subnetting, and miscarriage – you know, content I actually have! (Oh, and of course that good old standby, “accounting sucks.” What do people think they’re looking for when they google “accounting sucks”?)

I miss those funny, funny old days.

I really want to post something amusing and clever, but I don’t think it’s gonna happen. I’m just not feeling it.

Shoes
I never put my shoes on yesterday. I left the house in my slippers and carried my shoes to the car, where they remained until I got home.

Shoes, I believe, are highly overrated (unless you’re wearing a really cute outfit. Which I patently was not).

Music
I have rehearsal tonight. It’ll be fun once I get there, but I’m feeling oh-so-lazy right now about doing anything at all.

Geek
Alright, I hate all web-based RSS aggregators! None of them work. I’m currently using two, because neither actually gets all my feeds updated. Why is this? Anyone?

I want a new Pocket PC. Mine’s old, and full, and some of the buttons don’t work so well. Plus I want the latest opsys just ’cause.

I also think I wanna buy a used iPod and put Linux on it.

Finally, I can only make this layout render properly in IE if there are no images in the entries. This is entirely fucking stupid. Furthermore, in IE, some of the list tags are weirdly interpreted so there are random little bullets all over the sidebar. This makes me crazy and grumpy.

Alcoholism
Apparently I drink daily now. Apparently I stop at the bar after work every single night and have a cocktail. (Good thing I only work three days a week then, eh?) I did last night, and I’m certain I’ll be doing it again tonight. In fact, B. and I were making jokes yestereve about how we’re “getting in shape for the winter drinking season.”

Yup, that’s Iowa living for you.

In which I complain and talk geeky.

I’m so fucking tired! I even slept in, and got to work half an hour late.

Yesterday I did a bunch of cool geeky stuff to my site. I surfed the WP Codex and then made custom 404 pages; added an archive to the blog and removed some of the sidebar content; and tweaked stuff. Fun.

Keef asked me why I keep two blogs and I didn’t have a very good answer. I’m thinking of merging the root and the blog into one application.

Ah, hell, who am I kidding? I have nothing interesting to write about. I’m too sleepy.

If you’re my beloved blonde bartender at the Dead Cock, this is not aimed at you. It’s to those boys. And that Dew Drop chick.

Dear Bartender,

Your hands are not clean. You handle dirty beer bottles, cash, that nasty popcorn, and other unsavory items.

Please do not put your fingers on the business end of the straw you’re going to put in my cocktail. HOLD IT IN THE MIDDLE, slightly above the drink-line. Because when you don’t, my straw tastes bad.

That is all.

DST ends Sunday at 2:00. Don’t forget to adjust your clocks.

Oh, by the way: I fucking hate DST.

Every year, twice a year, I spam my various reps with long missives about how DST was allegedly begun for farmers and is no longer needed ’cause them tractors got LIGHTS ON ‘EM these days, PLUS all the farmers who farm the several thousand acres of corn (or soybeans depending on the year) around my house do it at night anyway. IN THE DARK. ON TRACTORS WITH UFO-BRIGHT LIGHTS ON THEM.

Futhermore I utterly fail to see how in this era of constantly-running appliances switching clocks an hour could possibly save on the general use of resources. I mean, they say DST reduces energy use by up to 1% but my computer’s on 24 hours a day no matter what “time” sunset is. (Plus I hate adjusting my schedule so much that even perfectly legit research may fail to move me.) Not to mention that a street light is on sunset to sunrise regardless of what the clocks say, and night’s just plain longer when the axis tilts. Making me get up an hour earlier doesn’t change that one bit.

I so hate DST. Ugh.