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:: Friday, January 24, 2003 ::
:: 9:40 PM :: 0 comments ::on lazy coding...
yes, thank you. i noticed that when someone comments, it says "1 comments" and when more than one has commented it says "# commentss."
and yes, i could fix it. but i'm not going to. and you know why? it's because i'm lazy. is that what you wanted to hear? are you happy now? do you feel better about yourself for pointing out my flaws? and you know what's really sad? i'm talking to myself. that's right! no one else even mentioned the screwed up plurals. but it was all i could think to WEASEL about besides the new car, and that's gonna get old for everyone except me really fast.
and sure, there's plenty going on out there. i could talk about the shitty economy. i could talk about the multiple threats of war from both sides. i could talk about how few people are happy in their current jobs. but that's all depressing and boring.
on the lighter side, i could talk about Sim City 4, but i think that game has sucked away enough of my time without getting editorial coverage. i could talk about how sony just sent me an invite to some sort of gamer's panel for the PS2, but the wife is a bit embarrassed to officially consider me a "gamer." better than having to think of me as a "playa," tho. i could also talk about Star Wars Galaxies, due out in april, if those bastards would just invite me to the beta test.
or i could always WEASEL about monkeys. i have about eight of them now, but none of them are real. i thought about starting a new website, called "sendmeamonkey.com," sort of in the same vein as "savekaryn.com", but to be honest, i was a little nervous someone might actually send me a live monkey. and as cool as that sounds, i think it might get a little old. especially if the monkey wanted to drive the vette. because i'd have to explain that his tiny little legs couldn't possibly reach the clutch, but he'd just jump up and down in his little fez, crashing his tiny cymbals together and making that angry little "ook ook ook aiee aiee" noise until he got a bad case of monkey-laryngitis but still his legs would be too tiny, poor little monkey.
alright frank, i updated my page per your comment. i hope my rambling lives up to your lofty expectations.
hate to disappoint the fans, you know. well, the fan.
if you, too, would like to join my fan club, just send me a monkey, and a self-addressed, postage-paid monkey shipping container. you will recieve as a part of your membership, one shriveled dead monkey and a photo of the accident and/or conditions of neglect leading to the poor fellow's demise. please allow six to eight weeks for horrible monkey-killing accident.
-J
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