My hair is now pink, and even crispier than before! Hurray!

There's a Ben & Jerry's truck parked across the street.
I'm going to go steal it.
Wish me luck.

I hope this helps.

Could somebody who lives near the sea tell me if it's boiling over right now?

The National Student Loan Centre just... called me back...

Could somebody who lives near the sea tell me if it's boiling over right now?

The National Student Loan Centre just... called me back...

How can I make lemonade with no lemons?

I'm not sure why this line seems so great to me.
It just is.

Guess who's on hold again...

But this time with a supervisor. I have his direct extension now.

This doesn't seem to help me.

But apparently there are more forms I have to fill out that I've never heard of before this. That were supposed to have been faxed to my bank.

Well. One of them. The other one isn't there yet...

This person is actually being helpful. Kind of. Amazing.

But my problem is not solved yet. Oh no, there is still the bank to deal with.

And now, my mother is on the phone!

Grow tired of personality tests?

Somehow I highly doubt that.
I don't remember a time when these things weren't passed around.
Wasn't so common because it wasn't so convenient, so maybe the overload will make us all sick of them, but... I'm not so sure.

Even those that claim to be sick of them continue to post their results.
Like me.

Hm, this whole thing makes me want to go take some tests and report back.
Odd, that.

Candy, Candy, quite contrary.

Okay, I've figured out the WebDAV BS. And duplicated the damn requests to some extent from my own computer... Some dirty Web Folders thing, it seems. Well, not Web Folders, but... same deal. Maybe I'm a shortcut. So I suppose I'll ignore these from now on. Anyway, I've found that knowing that they are running this, and knowing their network name is some sort of vulnerability that I'd probably be able to exploit if I was into that sort of thing. They should be more careful. These aren't smart users. I wish I'd known ahead of time about the computer I just found that's sharing My Documents with some nice Philosophy 101 papers in it... Haha. Um. No. I'm not like that. I still haven't even tried printing anything on any of these shared printers I have access to... But yeah, that's only because I wouldn't be around to witness the results.

Hm, as far as I can tell these OPTIONS method requests that I'm getting are coming from users trying to access my shared files over the network. Why this should cause anything to be sent to port 80, I do not know. And it doesn't happen all the time. So I ask again, what is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?

Pigpen has solved my "view source" issue, for which I am most grateful.

The secret is to empty out the temporary internet files folder.

I shall repay by...
Stealing source code?

How is this:

any better than a personality test.

Bah.
Just as ridiculous, if you ask me.

You know, who gives a shit about the damn personality tests.
Doesn't really matter. They're kinda dumb, but so what.
If people want to post nothing but that nonsense, good for them.
Nobody's forcing anyone else to look at it.

Here's something better:



It's good advice.
Calm down. Callllmmmm dowwwwnnn....

What is wrong with IE?
I can't "view source" anymore.
I click on it and... nothing.

I never realized how often I used it...
What will I do now?!

(We all know that they're just going to call me back with my bank as a scapegoat, telling me that I have to talk to my branch instead... lalala... And the bank will tell me that it's not their problem... grrr... destruction... imminent!...)

Okay... so I've left a message with this (probably imaginary) person, to call me back, which will hopefully be DONE this time.

How many times have they told me that someone will call me back?
Well, I can't count that high.

How many times has somebody actually done it?
zero.

And now I can't go get food, because I know that if I do, my call will this time be returned ASAP.

I am seriously moving to Ganymede.
When I am Empress, banks will be outlawed.

They just transferred me to someone who isn't there... grrr...

Start again from the beginning... AUGH!!!

Got through faster than usual, but I'm back on hold.

Country western Christmas carols.

I hate telephones.

Hold music this time: Burt Bacharach.

Please, fucking kill me.

I'm about to call the National Student Loan Centre again, wish me luck...

I'm thinking this time I'll have to get bitchy and ask to talk to a supervisor if they can't solve my problems, but...
We all know it won't work out. I have very little capacity for nastiness. Generally.

Look at the cute widdle lizard. Look at it! It's the world's smallest reptile, and I want one.

My IP seems to have changed in the night. How annoying.

I was wondering whatever happened to the blogs I used to link to, before I fell off of the face of the Earth, and took Coca-Coma with me...

So I went on a mission to find out.

Apathy has moved from Pitas to Electrobacon, and from tables to CSS. Not much to look at presently. On vacation or some such deal...

Ben-O is still there, no posts since October 22nd.

blueblog disappeared one Monday in February. Now there is this instead.

Bluishorange is being updated, and is even prettier than it used to be, and I remember it being fairly pretty, mind you.

http://prolix.pitas.com/ (I was never sure of the title of this site!) is still around, and still all full of extreme cleverness.

"Digital Swirlee is being rebuilt". There is now Digital Catharsis. Who are all of these people. I am lost!

Eleven Seconds has quite possibly fallen off of the face of the Earth.

fcuker has been "gone for a while."

hornbuckle.org is no longer "I Wanna Visit Japan", but it's still green, and still has many many words, that I must admit, I will put off reading until later, because I'm moving on to:

mark, my words. I don't remember this site. But I think it's odd that I've already seen several posts, like this one, on these sites commenting on their histories. There's a page here still in development called redesign fun. Maybe later that will clue me in to what I'm looking at.

Mood Swings is another page I can't remember, but I can see why I visited frequently. Lots of nifty links to be found, it seems.

I remember Nerd in Suit... See, this is why you should leave your design alone. Nice word in favor of blogger here.

Ooine seems to be gone,

but ratbastard.org is going strong.

Unlike Squirrely, which is sad, I was rather fond that one.

Webloglog died in August, shortly after my site went under. But there still exists a reference to me in the archives.

I'm sure most people are aware that Weblog Wannabe hasn't disappeared, but http://freespeech.org/matahari/weblog.html no longer exists.

And finally Wetlog, no longer Wetlog, is causing me a considerable amount of confusion. Some sort of continuing story going on, and other things that I fail to catch onto easily in my current state of brainlesssnesssss...

...

So now... I seek new links.
I'm way out of the loop.
There were far fewer blogs to wade through back in those days!
Now I'm just totally confuzzled and bewildered by it all.

Question:

If 1 is odd, and 2 is even.

What is 1.5?

Or do only integers count here...

Hm.

Yeah, probably just integers.

Nevermind.

Bah, why bother with that Online Morse Code Translator that everyone is linking to...

I've have a program on my computer for a while called Ham University (designed to help one to pass FCC exams), and as a result, I know, er... approximately half of the alphabet. It got boring after a while, I guess.

But wouldn't it be cool to be able to say that I know morse code...
I mean, it doesn't have any real purpose, but still.

Is Skinner one of those talking dolls with the cord in the back...

How many times have I heard him say "It doesn't matter what I believe" on the X-Files...

Maybe he's got low self-esteem.
He obviously doesn't think he counts for much.

Explorers View 'Lost City' Ruins Under Caribbean

Possibly a large urban centre.

Up to 6000 years old.

Hmmm... interesting.

But they've found "stone structures" underwater before, that have turned out to be natural formations...

Other links I dug up with reference to this discovery: Underwater City Reported Off Western Cuba (May 18), Update on Mysterious Deep Water Sonar Images Off Western Cuba (June 13), Atlantis: Where is the Lost Continent?, 'Lost City' Found off Cuba

(Yahoo link via Invisible Broadcast System)

Why you should not show your picture to people online:

"WOW your fuckin HOT!!! are you wild, do you finger yourself, how much do you shave off your puss, how old are you, do you have a bf, what do your panties look like right know, please answer all of them and ask me some too!!;)"

Egad! This person has had a wee bit too much sugar...

Okay last post on my design for a long while.

Fixed the page to validate as HTML 4.01 transitional now, but...

Well it doesn't, because the validator is too dumb to know that the &-symbols it's getting all tripped up about are contained in URLs.

But the page conforms to the standard nonetheless, oh yes.

And the validator has no problem whatsoever with my CSS.

And I think I'm going to keep track of these dot-line blogs now.
Cause I've seen about eleventy-seven in the last 15 minutes.

Even better than dotted-lines, though...

No lines!

Maybe we should just all go back to using LYNX.

You know.

I use LYNX quite frequently.

Don't have to look at none of your idiot designs.

Bah-ha-ha.

Ha.

Maybe my only solution is to allow my blog to degrade to the point that it becomes a farce.

This is where I start linking to A-List blogs.
In hopes that they'll post a "so-and-so linked to me" post.
(Who named them A-List to begin with? Bah.
I think that things on an A-List ought to start with the letter A.
This puts me on the R-List.
You know, I used to be working my way into the B-List.
I was just leaving the C-List when I realized...
THE INTERNET IS RETARDED)

And become obsessed with my webcam.

And post links via x, via y, via z.
(Pointless, because dammit, when I see that, I don't read your damn log anymore, I become a reader of z. Do you see?)

And...

grr

This has all been said before.

By...

well...

I've said this all before.

I ought to be destroyed.

I feel dirty for posting my results to that damn art test down there.

I'll be glad when it's pushed off of the screen.

I feel dirty just for mentioning it again.

I feel dirty for adding the whole sidebar doohickey.

Must make it worse, or better.
One or the other, but it cannot remain as it is.

I'm also not sure I like this design, and...

I feel dirty for mentioning that, too!

These are things I hate to read in other people's weblogs.
That make me not come back!

Hate reading posts like:

"I added a new post to my weblog today. I think I might add a new post after I'm done adding this new post, too. But I'm a bit busy today, I've got to redesign my website, because I'm not sure I like this design. What do you think?
[ 2 BlogBack comments from people who actually click on those comment links, saying that they very much like the design, as if the design somehow affects everyone's life. Drastically. ]"

and

"My internet isn't working today, so I came down to this internet cafe to post and tell you that my internet isn't working today and that I came down to this internet cafe. But I'm paying for this, so I don't have time to tell you anything other than that I don't have time to tell you anything."

and

"I'm posting from RadioShack. Hello. I have to go now."

and

"I think I post too much stupid crap. Do you think I post too much stupid crap (see poll in sidebar). So here is a stupid crappy post that amounts to more stupid crap that I'm posting to tell you that I think there is a remote possibility that I post too much stupid crap, because there is no escape from stupid crap, and once the stupid crap has begun, there shall be no end, for it is the curse of the stupid crap."

...

I'm hoping I don't have the curse.
But I realize one thing.
Most people posting inane rubbish that I don't want to read aren't aware of their inanity (do you know, that's actually a word... I just looked it up, WHO CARES, WHOOOO CARES?!?!?).
Do people like to read this BS? Methinks that they do. Bah.

Well at least I know that my nonsense is nonsense.

And there are certain people who keep coming back to this site

and I don't even pay them!

Imagine that.

(What the hell am I talking about here... if this is what I'm like when I have nothing to worry about, and I've gotten enough sleep, maybe somebody should give me something to worry about. Or at least something more amusing to complain about. Like the fact that there's still a smashed egg on my window that I have no power to remove, have I told you all about that? That's a story for another day. Or possibly today. Gosh, I thought I'd quit this horrible getting sidetracked from saying nothing by saying more nothing within parantheses problem. My brain hurts.)

Why would anybody do that?

(See, while reading the big parentheses section, you forgot what I was talking about, didn't you.)

Yeah, why would they.

Obviously insane.
I don't rant to be read.
I rant cause I like it.
So there.

I have more where this came from.
Oh, so much more...

Observation:

One pixel black outlines, once a staple of blog design, have been replaced by one or two pixel light grey outlines. Or at least, barely visible one pixel outlines in a coordinating pastel colour.

Boo to all that.

Yes, your website looks nice.

Guess what. It also looks like EVERYTHING ELSE.

Blah blah blah.

(I've said all of this before, but that was when the black outlines were in style... this constitutes an update.)

You know, I hate weblogs.

Yes, I am some kind of hypocrite, shttp.

It's kind of odd, I must have knocked the cord out of my wall and plugged it back in at precisely midnight, because now that I see the clock on my computer, the alarm clock is blinking the same number. I think I'll leave it this way.

I think that I'm going to adopt the system of punctuation outside of quotation marks.

Just so you know.

Haha, WHO CARES?

I know you don't care. I'm telling you anyway.
Because it doesn't make sense.
If they didn't say a comma, why should I attribute the comma to them.
hm?

Also, it would just never go over in programming.

La da dee.

Wasting time is fun, no?

I wish that I was not awake.

Alas, I've just slept 12 hours.

Huzzah!

Yes, that is all.

Candice sleeps now.

The exams, they are completed.

I would not normally link to anything that I found on the Daypop list (because really, what's the point?) but... A List Apart: Why Don't You Code For Netscape?

Good reasons it contains indeed.

Also, nobody visits my webpage using Netscape, so why bother wasting my time?

I wish that 141.117.21.82 would stop trying to hack my computer.
Or stop doing whatever the hell it is they keep trying to do.
I keep getting OPTIONS method requests from their IP.
Grr.
I assume they're not doing this manually, or they'd have noticed that they get some 400-series error in return.

What is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?

Hm...
yes, it seems that the troubleshooting forum, unlike the nonexistent troubleshooting page, was quite helpful.

Blogger has name server issues.

Replace FTP server name with its IP, and presto.

Why does FTP from Blogger so frequently fail?

"Transfer Error: ERROR: Could not get input/output stream for: h14me.yi.org"

So... is it Blogger, or h14me.yi.org?

I can connect fine, personally.

Let's click on "help"

"Sorry, no additional information is available for this error. Try publishing again. If you continue to have problems, try checking the How To regarding FTP troubleshooting or discussion forum."

Hm, doesn't "help" me too much.
Let's click on "troubleshooting".

"The page cannot be found"

Great.

Okay.

What now.

"Edge 102, coming to you live from The Kingdom, in order to remind you that this is Friday, and that tomorrow is Saturday, and that you have to write an exam tomorrow, on Saturday, sucker."

But at 3:30 tomorrow, I will be in a very superior mood indeed.

All done exams.

While others have yet to begin...

i forget what i was going to say. this window took too long to open up. i hate my computer.

oh wait.

it was going to be me complaining about my tools and applications professor sending too many attachments to our e-mail.

cut and paste isn't that hard.

and attachments are just bad etiquette these days.
(plus, they're always irrelevant to me. i think, hurray! new mail! and then, bah!)

i should probably stop using outlook, though.
wouldn't you think?

but eudora doesn't let me check more than one account without making a whole bunch of profiles, as far as i can tell.

so bah.
bah.

i'll just remain secure in the fact that very few people have me in their address book.

...

printing out lecture notes, lalala.
that somebody else wrote in class on their laptop.
i made the whole front and back of the page printing thing work for once, i'm proud.
not like it's hard, but.
perhaps this is where my suspected dyslexia comes into play again.

i'm glad these exist, because, due also to suspected dyslexia... my notes seem to be written in a language that doesn't exist on this planet.
(see: wrench, and example of my handwriting that i would assume is still hanging around this website).

now it's time to hit the books before the books hits me.
or i hit myself with the books.
that's actually looking like a very real possibility at this point.
more fun than studying, and i won't be conscious to worry about not studying...

"printing complete"

thank you mysterious printer-obsessed lady who lives in my computer.
i don't know why she has to tell me.
it was obvious that printing was complete by the fact that say...
the printer stopped printing?

"The study found that although a frozen juice box will not keep a sandiwch out of the danger zone, it is a convenient way to slow bacteria growth." (from The Ryersonian)

Is "the danger zone" a scientific term?

Because I remember learning about it in grade eight, with good old Mrs. Bruce.
If your food is in the danger zone, you are in danger of contracting foodborne illness.
We saw a rather disturbing video on the subject.

But I always used to love nonsense like that.
I don't know what it is that makes things like the Don't Cross Contaminate Crossword Puzzle so amusing to me.
I guess kids have to learn SOMEHOW.

But the puzzle doesn't even come close to comparing to whitehousekids.gov.
Most disturbing.

There IS a sixth floor. There are a hell of a lot MORE than six floors. It's not just something out of a fairy tale. Took me some time to figure out how to get up there, though. And once I did, there were a couple other lost looking students peering around cautiously, feeling stupid. But the paper is handed in. Now, according to my schedule, I have a few hours to procrastinate left before Doom Mark II.

Off now to the mythical sixth floor of Jorgenson Hall now, for to drop off my essay. Apparently there is some "essay drop box" to be found there... In theory. Let's see if I can find it...

Plato's tyrant is 729 times happier than his king, and in 26 hours, I will be 729 times happier than I am now.

I should not have slept until 11:30.

Thing is, you seem to want me to agree with your terribly misguided opinion of what must be the intention behind everything I say.

Most likely, that's just a reflection on yourself by yourself.

Because I do not consider myself superior, I do not consider you and asshole, I am neither apathetic, nor detached.

If I had to accuse myself of a crime, I would have to say that at times I say things rather explicitely, and yet simultaneously vaguely.

My attempts to reword or to say things "more humbly" are only meant to clarify, because my intended meaning never seems to come through.

I guess my only action can be to try to be less equivocal.

Or less bitter?

Probably.

Hm, well since the name Chris expands to Christopher...

Yer second. Happy? :-p

I have the whole arrangement by length thing going on.
Longest to shortest was just most aesthetically pleasing.

If I could put all of the links in the same spot, I'd do it.

ACTUALLY...

I CAN.

But that would be just a little bit... silly?

Like me.
GO TO BED CANDICE
GO TO BED IMMEDIATELY
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Tomorrow I get to replace the current contents of my brain (what's left of "The Visual Arts: A History") with "Art of the 20th Century"

The pain... oh, the pain.

I was coming back, damn you Jesse.
Okay, nevermind, but I still can't sleep.

And now that I've just realized my trial version of WS_FTP is expired, I will NOT sleep until I fix it.

I hate computers.
I hate that I can see my computer from my bed.
It taunts me.

I can actually see the sky tonight...

And all the good stars are southish, so I can see them from the window.

Sirius, Betelgeuse, Rigel, Aldebaran, Capella, Regulus...

But also... Saturn, Jupiter, and the moon.

Back to looking out the window...
I missed the sky.

Toronto needs more damn sky.
The buildings are pretty, especially on such a clear night, but...

I haven't seen Ursa Minor nor Ursa Major
in much, much too long.
Sheesh.

If I were a work of art, I would be M. C. Escher's Lizards.

I am a bizarre juxtaposition of the real and the unreal. Based in the realm of mathematics, my two-dimensional appearance belies a complex and free-willed behaviour which both delights and confuses people.

Which work of art would you be? The Art Test

Blah Blah Blah

running out of dumb things to put in sidebar

blah

i'll have to go take some more tests or something

or join some webrings

either that or study...

I don't know why I did this.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil...

The Doom is upon me...

Ah, so it's only 10 am that the others are writing the art history exam at, then?

Still, that's two hours.
They have an unfair advantage.

I'm thinking I need to sleep before 8 am tomorrow.
Sometime. Somehow.

But there is no time!

I guess I'm wasting time now by doing this.

I'm just going to take a nap...

Couple of hours.

OR ELSE
YOU READING THAT, BRAIN?

Doom. Doom. DOOM.

So cold. So so cold.
But must get dressed
go to art history review
or... death.

Let's think now...

What should I be doing with my time right now...

Studying art history or...

hm

Seems I have nothing else to do...

That won't stop me from doing nothing...

You know, it isn't fair.
Just because I live close to school,
I have to write the exam 4 hours earlier than half of the people in the class.

Do you know how much extra learning I'd be able to pack into four hours?

I mean, I'd probably know twice as much.

When you condense all of your learning for the term down into one day,
four hours is important!

We tried to go to class today.
But we skipped out at the first break.

Hey, but I managed to write down the word Renaissance.
That was all I got out of the lesson, but...

That is an infinitely greater amount of notes than I took any other week since the first month of school.

I'm gonna sing the doom song now.
Doo-doom dee doom doom DOOM!

We're all doomed, DOOMED, DOOMED.

Mayor banishes Satan from Inglis

Interesting, but I think it takes more than an official gold seal to scare Satan away.

According to the town clerk, "kids in town have taken to dressing in all black and painting their faces white, a style known as Goth."

No, my friend, that is a style known as mime.

Comet Borrelly is gother than us all. Darkest object in the solar system...

You can also buy me the entire Everyman's Library.

You should actually just buy me the entire Loeb Classical Library.

I was excessively bored. Buy me stuff.

World's most common random number equals 37?

Hm.

Oh yeah.

You have my permission to buy me the book from that website I linked below.

Pretty pictures. So pretty.

Pretty

I've decided that I will cut my sandwiches in half neither horizontally nor diagonally.

But somewhere in between.

Y'know...

Who says bread is a sqaure.

I say it's diamond-shaped.

And therefore if you cut corner-to-corner,
it's horizontal.

So there.

And what about vertical bread cutting?

The matter isn't as simple as most people like to think.