Sebbylite

Is my internet broken? What happened to that pretty blue layout that used to be the basis behind Sebbylite?!?

I changed it, that’s what happened. It’s an exercise in semantic markup, style sheets, design, boredom, and one or two more things that I could probably come up with. In a nutshell, I wanted to monkey around with the design, so I set it back to a baseline to then go from there.

And that baseline is what it is: blank, white, etc.

Don’t worry, more changes will be made soon (soon being a relative term).

I’m pretty sure every blog that is run by a single person has made this post before: “Where I’ve Been and Why I Haven’t Been Blogging”.

Well this blog is no different, and if you look through the archives you’ll probably notice quite a few. Well, here’s this month’s edition, in a tag cloud of sorts:

-frisbee, work, 5am, Labor Day, Esky, move/moved/moving, cubicle, summer, 30D, Potlatch, Colombia, Corvallis, bridge jumping, your team, one man wolfpack, EZA, CSS, Mazda 3.

Suffice to say that was the abbreviated version of the last few months, but if you want more details then get in touch with me. But I also have plans for the future and for this site. So you may notice some changes around in the near future, don’t be alarmed, I’m just poking around under the hood a bit. We’ll see how that turns out…

In the meantime, yes I’m still alive.

..which means I called my boss and said: “Hey, I’m afraid that I’m not going to make it in today!”

Tomorrow I may call in blind (“I really don’t see myself coming to work today.”)

Why the sudden outpouring of hate towards the job, you ask? Multiple reasons.

• One, they treat me like an idiot. Granted, at times I am an idiot, but not usually at work (I said “not usually” ass-fart, so get your panties back out of your crack and settle down). I try and save my idiocy for the weekends, and alone time. Regardless, I don’t appreciate being told how to do the same stuff day in and day out, and given detailed explanations about how to pick orders and make deliveries when I’ve been doing it for months (and it took all of two days to learn how to do it the first time).
• Two, the job has no potential for growth. There is nowhere for me to go from where I currently am in this company. I can wait through the years and make my 5% raise, and that is about it. Crock. of. shit.
• Three, I used to be ok with working in a job just as a job, a paycheck. Now I’m not so much. If I spend 40+ hours a week doing something, I damn sure want to like doing it! And I don’t like being in a warehouse.
• Four, last weekend I hung out with a bunch of my classmates from college (for the record, that is also why there was no Caption Contest last Sunday-I was out of town. My bad, and I promise I’ll make up for it). I got caught up with all that they have been doing with their lives since college 6-8 years ago, and truth to tell it was a lot more than I’ve been doing. I’m not jealous, I’m just frustrated. And poor (I admit, that definitely has something to do with it).

I don’t really have any options for another job, or a real solid idea of what I want to be doing in life, but I know that this is not it (ie, did I shave my legs for this?!?). I’m interested in web design, but I don’t have a very artistic approach. I like web development, but I don’t know enough to actually work a job. I like blogging, but my writing is boring. I like the internet, and I can find most anything that people would want to see, but those “research” jobs are rare and even more highly contested than scientific positions in Seattle.

So, what to do?

Crack down on the books, start using the credit cards, and go back to school. I’ll keep you updated.

I’m not really sure what just happened.

I opened up my email this morning to find an email saying that I had a comment that I needed to moderate for this site, specifically for the Beaver post. I read through the email, and I wasn’t real sure what was going on, but I blamed the email interface for the miscommunication (you know, because computers don’t know how to type…).

Of course, when I logged in to my wordpress management system, I found the same thing. Basically, I think that I need to let y’all decide for me: was I spammed?

Here is what I got:

TRANSLATION FROM FRANCE

YOUR ARE CUTTIND BRANCHES WHERE YOU ARE SITTING

YOU ARE BUILDING NO HUMAN TOWERS WHICH ARE ATTRACTING AIRCRAFTS

So, what’s the story? Has anyone else gotten anything like this from their blogs? Is this the next Nigerian “help me help you” type of letter? Or do I actually have a reader in France who is trying to tell me some message that could save the American way of life, if only it was translated better?

I’d be interested in hearing the take that some of the lawyers I know have on this, but basically George W. has asked for Google’s database records. Google has said no (ps-Yahoo, AOL, and Microsoft all gave in), claiming that it gives too much private information.

Google is resisting Bush Administration attempts to force it to hand over records about the behaviour of millions of people who use its search engine.

The Justice Department wants data about every internet search during a one-week period. It claims the information is vital to restore online child protection laws the US Supreme Court struck down.

But Google said the White House demands were too broad. It said to comply would give the impression it was willing to disclose personal information about those who use its services, “not a perception that Google can accept”.

rest of article

I can see the point that Google wants to convey, that they are still the “anti-Microsoft” and anti-big business. I can also see that if they gave in to this request (which doesn’t seem to ask too much, but seems like a starting point to snowball into something huge), it would basically open the doors for more and more information to be given out whenever the government wants it.

So Pooh, what’s your “I’m a big lawyer now” take on the issue? Does Google have a leg to stand on, or are they up shit creek without a paddle?

Your Porn Star Name Is…

Donkey Kong

I think that I’ve had those sunglasses before in my life. Gas stations in rural Wisconsin are good for something…