Saturday, May 08, 2004

lets talk for a minute about how i am a genius. you see, i made the dumb mistake of screwing up the template that makes blogger work with this site and then saving my stupid mistake .... POOF! template gone. Now, if you know anything about me, you know that I'm probably the single least organized person on earth. I never save work while i'm working on it, i never name things in any systematic way that anyone but me could understand, I never put things back where i found them, if something is even mildly inconvenient for me, i wont do it (like if i take my socks off while sitting on my bed, i'll usually just throw them in the general direction of the hamper which is, you know, in the other room.) so in my infinite wisdom, i've messed with the template of this website quite a few times since i originally built it to look the way it is. did i save copies of any of those updated templates in case just such a thing happened as what i described in the second sentance of this wandering paragraph you're reading? of course not. so basically it was like i tripped and fell on a big ole' unlubricated cock ... a computer cock that is. so i just spent the last 45 minutes re-building this template back to the way it was. And, of course, since i dont save things in logical places or with any sort of discernable reason for saving them in the places i do, there was more than 1 thing i couldnt figure out how to fix right away. bammer. the site should be back to the way it was now though. the preview button on the comments tool still doesnt work, it never has ... maybe i'll fix it someday. meh, probably not.

I went to Red Robin with Kc and Lauren this afternoon. Red Robin is rad, but only because we only go to the first Red Robin ever built. It used to be a biker bar, and there's a big ass painting of the "original" Red Robin, who, yeah, is a bird, but is also way bleary eyed and smoking a joint. I asked the hostess about it the first time i went in there, and she said with an I'm-totally-lying-to-you-because-it's-policy air about her that the joint was actually a french fry. she still had no explanation for why the end with the "ketchup" was the end sticking out of his mouth and why "steam" was only rising from the "ketchup." at that point it became clear to me that managers at Red Robin don't like it when you point out the holes in their hostesses stories about birds smoking joints who are supposed to be eating french fries.

I also coined the term "Johnny Alarm Clock" in reference to people who get up early on Saturday morning when they know damn well they don't have to be anywhere. I don't hang out with no Johnny Alarm Clocks.

I'm going to go see Super Size Me later. I like movies where dudes puke.

zang.