You debug, I watch.
June 19, 2008 – 3:02 pm
Probably the second best thing to sitting next to someone is knowing that a really cute monkey is sitting next to them.
Probably the second best thing to sitting next to someone is knowing that a really cute monkey is sitting next to them.
I’ve had this issue for several months where my falbum plugin correctly displayed the first page of albums, but stopped working when I attempted to navigate to subsequent pages. After many attempts to clear, reinstall, find old versions of falbum, etcetera..I resolved to wait around for a new falbum update.
Well. I finally dug up this fantastic article on exactly how to work around this issue. Thank you JohnnyPez.com. If you’re having the same issue:
1. Disable the falbum plugin
2. Ensure wp-config.php contains: define(’ENABLE_CACHE’, true);
3. Replace the _get_cached_data and _set_cached_data functions in your current wordpress/wp-content/plugins/falbum/wp/Falbum_WP.class.php file with the code from Johnnypez.com.
Problems with my car:
1. Since someone ripped out my console, pictured above, my dashboard lights won’t turn on even though the headlights still work.
2. As a result of the same break-in, the temperature can’t be adjusted. It’s pinned to a cool temperature.
3. For some unknown reason, the left tail-light plastic is cracked and the light bulb is exposed.
4. A blue cadillac backed into my car very slowly and left some paint along the rear-driver-side door.
5. The drunk people in the backseat pointed out that my back-windows are off-track. They now fall down unexpectedly, and cannot be auto-rolled up.
6. My engine makes a small whirring sound, as if a cat moved in.
7. My horn sounds like a 1000 tiny violins, and so does this post! *WANNNNHHHH*
* The picture of the duct taped car on the right is just to make me feel better about my car. That’s not really my car.
I drank any beer or wine (including sangria, wine coolers, soju, sake)
I drank too much liquor or too many types of liquor, or liquor of an unknown brand.
I drank liquor after eating too much and hence fell asleep while digesting both a cow and a handle
I fell asleep with my head rolled under my chest and am suffering from a migrain stemming from my neck, usually resulting from alcohol
I am experiencing caffeine withdrawl, and have solved the previous days’ migraines by taking several highly caffeinated Excedrin swigged down with latte’s
I am experiencing an overdose of caffeine
I cried, or rather, tried to stop myself from crying which resulted in my face cramping up and squeezing my brain and face really hard
I am dehydrated, either from drinking too much coffee or crying
I spend too much time looking at monitors because of my interweb and reality tv addiction
I want to be a robot. Robots don’t get migraines and have to miss out on sailing trips and hawaiian bbq’s because they are busy vomitting, staying away from bright lights and sounds, and applying hot and cold towels to their face.
I was on the phone with my mom a couple weeks ago, shortly after I had taken the opportunity to write her this really long, sarcastic essay about the problems with our general interactions. Instead of making her angry, it made her laugh, and she called mostly just to agree and comment about how talented I am at writing.
This really fails to come across in my bloggin’. I bore myself when I read my own shit. Who cares. I just woke up from a headache-induced nap, and it dawned on me that I probably write my funniest shit when I’m angry, annoyed, or have thoughts about something more personal. Too personal to put on the web and risk making people angry, annoyed, or too far up in my bizness. I’ve always led my life really openly, but also managed the news ripple of my goings-ons (say that 10x fast) (haha- you said ‘nipple’) quite consciously. I envision in the future, there will be this mode of blogging to delay a post’s publicness by an x-units of time. And maybe everyone who visits a blog will be prelabeled as friend/family/stranger/coworker, etc., so that I can filter when and what things become available to them. I really don’t much care if strangers now read some of my 4 year old ramblings. Like I said though, stuff I’ve written up until _this very moment_ brings nothing to mind but boooooring.
This means I am officially trying to be less boring. Not solely by adding racy words, slang, and swearing more. Although that helps, no?
It’s curious to me that this picture gets a a steady trickle of hits on flickr from people who search for “no arms”. I wonder if they are searching because they -have- no arms, and whether this picture heading is offensive to them. Or is there some kind of cult fetish out there, cuz that would be gross.
Our company just gave us SIGG bottles as part of a green initiative. Of course, the most green-minded people already own SIGG bottles, but for the rest of us, it’s a pretty functional and generous giveaway. I have typically bought a Vitamin Water and reused the bottle over a couple weeks (only for water). I like the shape of the bottle, and how it’s clear, and how it’s disposable. A coworker brought up the likely bacteria infestations, and that is probably the reason I’m giving my new aluminum SIGG bottle a real chance.
Another peculiarity of mine- I hate putting the caps on things. I always feel like its a waste of time, and I’ll want more of whatever’s inside the jar/bottle/jug shortly. It’s not like leaving milk on the counter, mind you, since curdling milk never tasted so good. I argue that water tastes just fine if you leave it uncovered for all the dustbunnies to fall in. I am not too good for dust. But I am too good to knock my stuff over all the time, so- there. I have a coordination superiority complex that may or may not be well-deserved.
For two days now, I’ve consistently drank 1.5 SIGG bottles of water. That’s a general improvement, so perhaps the aesthetically pleasing aluminum is lighting my thirst, or maybe the water actually tastes better from an aluminum bottle. One huge benefit is the ability to mix hot and cold and have the water stay at the right temperature. Hoorah to that. I’ll update with more water revelations.


This picture just makes me tear up.. I miss my Samsonite.. and you’re so handsome all grown up. And you have such a gorgeous girlfriend. I love you…
Tags: samson, puppy, love, girlfriend
It takes 43 muscles to frown and 17 to smile, but it doesn’t take any to just sit there with a dumb look on your face.
Tags: smile, dumb, quote, qotd

This munny looks so eclectic. I actually feel sorry for him and want to help him “straighten” out his life. How did this artist make the eye-piece?! What’s inside? What did he use to make the fabric look like fabric?
Tags: munny, diy, straightjacket, art, flickr