Giant congratulations to Czeltic Girl, who made Milwaukee magazine’s feature on blogstars in the Brew City.

Orneryboy sums up my feelings toward most jobs I’ve held.

Bill Wilson, who has hipped me to such marvelous pastimes as Tweekend and Counter-Strike, once had this to say. For brevity, Bill Wilson is BW.

<< EXT. MOVIE THEATRE : NIGHT>>

BW, SB and MHG are meandering toward their cars in the busy parking lot.

BW: Should we get something to eat?
SB: Yup.
MHG: Sure.
BW: What’s around here, anyway, besides Crapplebee’s?
MHG: (chuckles)
SB: Not a fan of Applebee’s, are we?
BW: No, I am, actually. Crapplebee’s just fits so well. It just works, yknow? It doesn’t work to say “Bad-asslebee’s” or “Totally-sweetlebee’s.”

Characters ad-lib in Seinfeld-esque discussion of possibility of opening Applebee’s chain featuring only items they like, and changing the name to “Totally-sweetlebee’s.”

<< CRANE-CAM PAN OUT TO SHOW PARKING LOT ; FADE OUT ON LAUGHTER >>

Gotta admire the follow-through. This is incredible, no matter what your geek level.

You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.

Thanks Chuck, Jim.

I once thought of myself as a decent human beatbox. I am sub-standard, I now realize. I’ll be practicing, so posts will be limited.

Dear Microsoft,

I’ll keep this simple: your browser sucks. Why is it that every other major browser can follow the standards that allow webwrights like me to create lovely, fluid and advanced sites? Meanwhile, you with your automatic updates and security changes weekly cannot even support some of the most basic aspects of CSS functionality (min-width springs to mind like a piece of wheat bread from a dangerously overtightened toaster slot.) Mind you, I’m not one for conformity. But, when your Luddite-like stubborn clinging to outdated technology forces me to constantly modify my code and use countless hacks on my aesthetically enchanting creations, when that happens…well, I just feel like killing you. Every day. And by that I mean not only that every day I feel like killing you, but also that I will breach that alchemical Holy Grail of immortality in order to have the pleasure of killing you every day.

Coridally yours,
Christopher

Do not get fooled, like I got fooled. In 2004, a forwarded email from an unknown person regarding “hairless teens” is *not* about a leukemia benefit, like I was so gullible to believe. Just trust me.

On the bright side, I have a new favorite website.

I know I’m probably the last one aboard this meme-train, but somethingawful made my day. Maybe I’ll just change the name of this site to OFN.

Then, to top off my link larceny, Czeltic Girl sent me this life instruction booklet as well.

That’s cool. I’m officially changing the category of “Stolen from Better Researchers” to “Link Larceny.” And you were there.

I am utterly enchanted. What can I say? I, like many others, can become completely enthralled in these Sierra-like adventure games.

When my boss asks what I think I’m doing on company time, I just say “Interesting flash and cookie interaction in this thing; I’m trying to work out how they did it, by getting a perfect score. You know, like Cloak and Dagger.”

Also give Thy Dungeonman a shot if you’re more of the Zork gamer variety.