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Being sick at home when it is sunny and in the low 70’s outside is a cruel fate. You’re probably muttering to yourself that at least I’m not at work, which, although true, is small comfort as I actually like my job. And that has nothing to do with the fact that everyone at work is reading this. Mostly.

I’ve made a game of it, though. How many Kleenex boxes can I go through in 3 hours, and then I try and break that record (with apologies to The Simpsons. Also, as is usual when sitting at home doing absolutely nothing, I have a list of things I think I should do that I didn’t even attempt to start on.

Things I Intended To Do, But Made Absolutely No Moves In Their Direction, First in a Series:

.: take a paint chip to Home Depot to get color-matched
.: re-caulk the bathtub
>.: re-caulk the sink and medicine cabinet
.: water-seal the garage door
.: clean the fish tank
.: work on my “book”
.: storyboard that animation I’m doing with my friend
.: take out the garbage
.: order food from the market
vaccuum the living room rug

Things I Did NOT Intend To Do But Ended Up Doing, 356th in a Series:
.: get McDonalds drive-thru
.: watch 2 movies in a row on HBO
.: Play Half-Life 2 until I got a headache

If those lists weren’t so impressive, they’d be pathetic.

Wait, what?

I have an intimate relationship with a gas station.

It provides, daily, at least one drink with the possibility of a delicious candy treat. Some days, like today, it provides whole meals in the form of a blueberry muffin and orange juice. This relationship I have is not with the staff as, despite daily visits for the past 6 months, I haven’t had more than a passing “heh” with the man behind the counter. My affair is with the station itself and we love one another. Or, more correctly, I depend on her.
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She is a harsh mistress, however, and not entirely unlike humanity’s tenuous natural resources. When I eat her SweetTarts into extinction, they stay gone, never to return. When I get used to the idea of her sweet low-calorie Pepsi One, she takes it away with nary a glance. Not that I can blame her for her cruelty… I have hurt her as well.
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My gas station, I realize in my heart, is a gas station; yet, I have never bought fuel there. I use her in ways that she’s not meant to be used, and it offends and scares her. She feels under-utilized. She feels taken advantage of. She feels inadequate with your cursed Taco Bells and Yoshinoyas laughing at her from across the street.
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I treat her like a prostitute I go to to talk about politics.
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Yet somehow we carry on, revealing a lesson for the world: love will find a way.

Doing that whole presentation this morning, and seeing some of my older designs, I think I need to re-incorporate some elements from the past. Like the floorpie of floorpie.net, for instance:

Holy crap, I’m blogging!
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The above being the example portion of my presentation at work today, where I gave a quick synopsis of my history with webpages and my experience with blogging. Which, as I am sure you are aware, has really taken off since late 1999 when I started getting into it. Now, according to pubsub.com, there are some 8,286,371 blogs out there… all of differing subject matter and creed. That’s a fairly astounding figure considering that the magazine stand at Borders, though impressive, is a shabby pretender to the throne against the number of blogs. Granted, a good portion of them are “I hate school” and “I had two coffees this morning” blogs… but you’d be surprised at what people are interested in.

Who has time for blogging? Which is ironic as I am giving a short presentation on blogging to my co-workers next week. I anticipate a smattering of new blogs to crop up as a result.
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In preparation, I’ve been browsing through The Wayback machine to try and find copies of some of my website’s earlier incarnations. I have back-ups of all of my recent designs (where “recent” means everything up until 4 years ago); but anything before that seems to have disappeared into the ether.
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And it’s too bad, too, ’cause the first page I made while a Sophmore(?) in college was friggin’ hilarious. I have attempted to recreate the mastery of the whole thing for my presentation, and I shall have to share it with you after the fact.
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This reminds me, I’ve been blogging for 4 years as of January 6th. Four years!
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And I still have the same 10 readers as I did in the beginning. Thanks you for your loyalty and all, but, don’t you people have any friends?! (<-- insert cheesy winking emoticon)

This design is getting pretty stale, you know? It seems like I haven’t had the time to properly work on it, but it looks as though I soon will. There are many sub-pages that I’m sure most of you never go to; and, even if you have, you probably have no interest in going there again. And why?

Content. Or lack thereof.
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It’s all about the updating. I mean, how interested could you really be in my pictures from New Years in 2002? It’s not as if I haven’t taken a million more pictures since then. I just haven’t posted them. What about my adventures in Taiwan? Wouldn’t that have been post-worthy? (it would) But still the no post.
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I’ve been neglectful, floorpie.net, and I apologize.
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To wit: I updated my books page (warning: extremely uninteresting)
AND, I added pics from my first trip to Taiwan on the art page (slightly more interesting)

Goodnight Johnny

Here I haven’t posted in almost a week, and so much of such little importance has happened, I can hardly think of where to begin!

One thing that is terribly uninteresting, but crossed my mind, is that ADG and I went skiing/snowboarding in the local mountains on Saturday, and then rollerblading along the beach on Sunday. Sub-freezing temperatures and summer shorts weather all in the same weekend. I heart California.

In other news, I attended CES, but sadly not the AVN Awards, in Las vegas last week. If nothing else, attending affirmed for me that I desperately need more money; and, consequently, more gadgetry.
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I also learned that I know when to hold ’em, know when to fold em’, but not when to walk away, or when to run. A point of advice: when you double your money and consider quitting, don’t say to yourself, “Gee, it’s only 4:30 and my flight’s at 9. What am I going to do between now and then?”… because what you’re going to do is quickly lose all of your winnings and then spend the next 4 hours sulking at the buffet. Word to the wise.
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Condi approved by Senate despite lack of capability
>Tsunami deaths now top 212,000 people
First California inmate in 3 years executed

Bush says tsunami aid improves U.S. image

President Bush said U.S. aid efforts following Asia’s killer tsunami would improve America’s image in the Muslim world as fears receded that diseases and infections could kill many thousands of survivors.

Yeah, you know, because our image is what’s really important. Mission accomplished, jackass.

U.S. Calls Off WMD search

That’s weird… They called off the search right after the Presidential election was won, but before the inauguration. What a coincidence!