Look Ma, I'm On The News!

SO, what exactly do you write in a blog when you have a reporter and a camera focused on the screen? Well, everything following is exactly what you write, apparently. Enjoy: Thanks for visiting my blog, I had a very interesting day at work today. I worked really hard, not unlike any other day (of course). And as always, I got more work done than I probably should have. As I am sitting here writing in my blog, I am thinking about my ride home, and how slow the traffic was, and how much traffic there was, and of course, I am still tense from the experience. Ah well, so how was your day? So today was an experience in itself. I got home from work and there in my driveway sat two WINK TV vans, and the people came in and set up hot lights which they shone directly on me, and then video taped me for EVER. (just kidding) So right now I'm typing away, and the camera cannot see what I am writing, but that's okay because they'll probably use this in part of their editing anyway. And now they're zoomed RIGHT IN ON MY FACE, oh wow this is weird, and now they're panning to my hands, OH yeah, there we go. So this is rather interesting. I've never been in a situation quite like this before. OKAY, and now the camera is off. And now I think it's back on again, I really don't know and I don't want to look over, but ah okay off again. (I bet you're really wondering WHAT in the world I am writing about, but no biggie.) Kim is out with her mom today, not sure what they're up to, but I hope they buy me something, that would be great. I'm considering going to the gym tonight, but I think I burned enough calories at work with my typing. I must have written a million words worth of code today for a website, but hey, I got a lot done, and that's all that matters, right? (yeah right.)

Hello Wink Viewers!

Thanks for visiting my blog!

Another Year, Another Haircut

Yes, it's true: it's now January again so I have made the annual trip to get my hair cut. Of course I'm not overly happy with it, but I didn't expect to be, so I wasn't as disappointed as I probably could have been. I have been going to a barber for the last year and a half and getting the standard ten dollar - ten minute haircut, and this time I decided to visit a "stylist" (mall chop shop). I'm happy with it, but I want to go to a real stylist and get a real style one of these days, even if it costs me two or three times as much. I don't want to go and just get my hair cut, I want to go and get a hairstyle, something that will make me look cool, and not like I devote more time into putting socks on in the morning than tending to my looks. One of these days I'll have cool hair. I just know it. (P.S. - if you know a great stylist in the Charlotte/Lee/Sarasota county area that would be willing to donate a great moviestar-calibre hairstyle in oooh, say about 2-3 months when my hair grows back, I will be your guinea pig! Promise you can do whatever you want to my hair, as LONG as you don't cut it less than an inch in length - I want a style, not a bald head.)

Incoming Grand Marquis At 50MPH - Hold Onto Your Lederhosen!

It's been a bit since I've posted an entry here, but that's why it's called "Occasional Smatter" and not "Daily Smatter". I purposely named it as it is so that I could take a break once in a while. I know that the two or three people that have actually ever visited this blog and still come back could handle more frequent posts, but quite frankly, my life isn't THAT exciting. HOWEVER, I do have some interesting news. I was in a car accident - yes that's right, one of those things where you get whiplash without paying to ride on a rollercoaster. I won't bore you with details, but I will say that the people who accidentally hit us were very nice, and I certainly hope the both of them are okay. Fortunately everything is going smoothly with the insurance companies, which is of course, good news; bad news being that my car now has a permanent record of damage which will cripple the resale value. On a lighter, but also very heavy note, I have been very busy at work. In fact, I think it safe to say that I have more work to do today and in the next couple of days that I will be able to handle, but I will press on because I can only do so much, right? You may also question why I am sitting here writing in my blog and not working, and the simple answer is this: I like blogging better. The more complicated answer: I'm taking a few minutes for a creative purge - I like that my blog is mine, that it's for no other person. I can write what I want, vent how I want, and express my creativity in the most pure form, and hope that anyone who reads it will at least have a better day because of it. I have heard recently that blogging is sweeping the nation, and I must admit that I did get stuck in the bristles of it. I say to all of you bloggers - keep writing, give all the nonbloggers something to do at work. We are creating an archive of our world, in our time, as we see it, and our writing will prove useful to history professors in years to come.

Phone Call Of The Day

I KNEW someone would give me something to blog about today. I could just feel it, building up until finally the phone rings and I answer. When I did, out of the speaker came a stream of words that were but an utterance of logical mystery meat, conversation without reason. A summary of the correspondance: Not Me: "I'm having a problem with my website, it seems to not be working, I don't know what's wrong with it but there are errors on it." Me: (visiting said website) "Okay, can you tell me specifically what is wrong with it, I seem to be able to view the website just fine." Not Me: "Well, one of the updates you made is wrong and my contact page isn't working." Me: "Okay let me take a look ..." Not Me: "I click on the contact button on our site and I tried to email you to tell you that the update needed to be changed but our contact page isn't working. All I can see is a page that says 'What's Your Image' but no contact information." Me: "... hmm, I don't know why you'd be clicking on your contact page to get a hold of us anywa ... OH, you mean OUR website contact page isn't working." Not Me: "umm, well I guess maybe." Hey, my website isn't working, all I get is this big huge "Google" logo and a search box and something about advertising programs and news, that doesn't look ANYTHING like my site, can you fix it?

So THAT Is How I Fix My iMac!

Found this on a forum, maybe it will help me fix my iMac, what do you think?

Is you fucking cd stuck? Paperclip No work? There come a time, you have to exept fact that you have to open it up and fix yourself. But I try fix problem "iMacGuyVer" way...My imac broken. My imac peice of shit. C.D. gets stuck everyday, but I can fix under 5 Min...

Here are some tool of those you might need:

1 credit card. 1 paperclip 1 bright light. 1 very thin tweezer. 1 Butter knife. If it not so bad: #1. I think like machine. Why machine want to eat cd? how far cd go in? First i try paperclip. machine want to push out cd, but cd is jammed. So i try paperclip eject with right hand and cridit card with left hand. put credit card on left side and try to push to right side like spinning chineese wheel of fortune. I try 8 times. if cd move out you need bright to see where is it. Then i take tweezerman and pull it out. This one no work? I try this one method.

I try to put bent butter knife in to catch center hole of CD while use paperclip eject at same time. When i catch center hole I pull out. Try 8 times ten then you can catch CD with tweezerman. Now my sure fire way... I take butter knife and insert into iMac slot almost 1 inches. I press eject with paperclip then i turn left and right alternating with butter knife. I am bending the plastic frame. I try in the left side, right side and the center works the most but try them all 3 times then cd comes ot to where i can catch him with tweezerman. You need think like machine. You need to be patient to catch him. If still not work turn imac machine upside down and try all over again...ha ha i never take to repair store!

Needless to say, I'm not sticking a butter knife in my iMac, nor am I going to attempt to fashion it into a chinese spinning wheel of fortune.