The Angel with no name…

(A conversation in the darkness)

“I did good, right?”

“You didn’t have to. We would have fought the armies of Hell for you.”

“I know… but there’s enough going on.”

“You didn’t have to do this. You were meant to be.”

“Apparently not. Hey, there’s an reason for all of this. We just don’t know it yet.”

You inherited my uncanny ability of bad timing…
And my sense of self-sacrifice.
Off to the Heavens, my little warrior angel….

Daddy will always love you.

All your doodies am belonging to us!

All right. It’s official.
The War on Terrorism has gone too far.

A passenger who spent a long time in an airplane toilet Wednesday prompted a security alert and full search of the Lufthansa plane, the airline said.
(Link Via Dr. D)

So now being on the potty too long makes you a terrorist suspect?
What a crock of shit!

Ok. I understand that a large percentage of the people reading this are female, and you might not get the GLOBAL SIGNIFICANCE of this event. (Or you don’t give a crap.)

A man’s potty time is sacred.

It is a time where he gets to sit down, read, and quietly become one with his thoughts. It is a time for somber reflection.

It is our GOD GIVEN RIGHT!
It’s in the, er, Constitution. I’m pretty sure of that.

And now some paranoid fruitcakes are trying to take that away from us just for the sake of global security????

Take too long, open the door, to be greeted with an automatic weapon in your face???? Thrown against a wall, and searched (the article didn’t specify a “full cavity search”)????

What’s next? Make us piss sitting down, so we’re less threatening if they barge in?

I SAY THEE NAY!!!!!

I draw the line at this latest attempts to , uhm, flush our… rights down… (well you get the idea.)

People of the world need to relax.
Nowhere, in our human history, has a terrorist successfully shit out a grenade, an AK-47, or a Laws Rocket Launcher.

It is IMPOSSIBLE to poop out a weapon of MASS-DESTRUCTION.
(Well, that can be debated if they don’t close the door quick enough.)

And if they could… the one handling the weapon would bring the word “Holy Martyr” to a whole new level.

While I of course, have very stong feelings on this issue, I, of course will not lead a protest or anything (who the hell wants to be remembered for fighting for “Potty Rights”?)… so I have offered the following suggestion(s):

New suggested procedure for Airlines and law enforcement officials:

1. *knock on door*
2. Flight Attendant: “Is everything alright sir?”

3. Possible responses:

  • (grunt) “I’m fine, thank you for asking. I’ll be out in a minute!”
  • “Ohhhh yeahhhh baby! Who’s your daddy! Who’s your daddy!” (thud,thud)
  • “No you Western Infidel! I am currently plotting your demise, and you’re out of toilet paper and breath mints!!!”

Only *ONE* of those responses would warrant the proper authorities (one may warrant the papparazzi… buuut…). If you don’t know which response that would be, you have no business being in your chosen field.

Men of the world will *NOT* stand, er, sit, er STAND FOR THIS INFRINGEMENT ON OUR RIGHTS!

Fuck it, you get the point.
You can see why public speaking on this issue will only give the crowd the giggles. Maybe go after those *running* for office?

Justice is served!

We were all watching the local news out here Friday, when we stumbled onto the image of a man sentenced to life for murder on the screen.

Melissa is about 98% sure he was one of the clowns that robbed her last summer.

On the plus side, justice is served as this guy will never see the light of day, and there’s no need for her, another friend working there, and two teenage kids needing to testify about the harrowing night they were forced on the floor at gunpoint and robbed

On the down side, they know now that one of those men were *already* wanted for murder, and would have killed them without hesitating.

Aaah… never a dull moment in my world.

Notify list…

Ok…
Well, when I transferred this site completely over to Faith’s servers I lost a lot of stuff. Why? Because I’m a moron an idiot a very forgetful person who sometimes doesn’t back things up.

I had to redo the templates from scratch, had to find some place where hopefully my archives were stored.

I had everything running perfectly, archives restored. Templates re-done. Then I had a problem with MT here, uninstalled everything… and AGAIN had to start from sctratch.

Like duh.

Well anyway, everything is back but most of the names from my notify list. I have no way of retrieving that back. So if you haven’t recieved an email update of this blog lately… well, now you know I’m a moron why. If you can please fill out the form again, I would *SO* appreciate it.

Like I said yesterday… time to move on. :0)
I have plenty of posts in my drafts here on MT to keep me going for a week.

Congratulations. You win.

No stupid weblog is worth me either losing my job, or having those I love more than life itself, taken away from me again.

Well, this will be my last ever post with Kare or Nico in it.

Kare talks of contacting my boss, knowing damn well he has nothing to do with this site, neither does my ISP host it.

She also talks of “other avenues” she can take if that doesn’t work.
I know damn well what that means. They don’t deserve this shit, but you don’t care. I ignored your garbage for the longest time, so you resort to attacking those closest to me.

She’s in a tizzy over a post from a week ago, and is demanding her link removed. This comes from the same person famous for saying “I have the right to say whatever I want. If you don’t like it, don’t come here.”

Apparently, I *DON’T* have that right. Or to even simply link to a page where she’s bashing me. At least not without a cost of something important.
Continue reading “Congratulations. You win.”

Screw you guys… I’m going home.

Ok… here’s the deal.

As of a few minutes ago I have officially been up for 42 hours.
I’ve been having a fight in the previous comments, as MT keeps calling me “a retard” (shut up.)

Lisa has ordered me to step away slowly from the computer and go to bed, and promises that I can finish fixing this site tomorrow, and it still will be here when/if I wake up.

Best wishes and a quick recovery to Faith, who was just in a bad taxi accident.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz….

Ground Zero: Goodbye, Pat

(Originally printed December 23, 2001)
I really don’t talk about September 11th much.

I remember the grueling 12-hour day I put in checking the latest AP wires and keeping live coverage on the website, amid rumors that NY and NJ may have no way of communicating with the outside world… way before some of the events even made it on TV. Walking into work that morning, never suspecting for a second that this would lead to the devastation and unspeakable horror that we’ve all stared in a state of shock over the past few months.
I can’t think about it.
I won’t think about it.

I did a pretty damn good job at avoiding it, until this morning.

Joe Flounders lived only a few miles from me. His wife Pat begged him to flee his World Trade Center office after the first plane the other tower… He stayed behind to help a co-worker, suffering shock; trying to get him out also…

Moments later, the second plane crashed and exploded right through his office…
Continue reading “Ground Zero: Goodbye, Pat”

Using Images on your buttons

“how do you get the fade effects on your buttons?”

Even though I know kd knows this answer… *wink*…

How to make your buttons go…

It’s all CSS, my dear!
1. I made a selector called .”btn”
2. In my css:
.btn { background: #FFCC00 url(img/btn.gif); background-repeat: repeat; border-color: #FFCC00; color: #000000; font-weight: bold; font-size: 9pt; font-style: normal; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;}

3. btn.gif
is the gradient background in the buttons.

4. <input type=”submit” class=”btn”>

You can more or less use any image as a backround anywhere on your page with css….

Any questions?

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