Checking out wordpress.
I'm scared. All this technology and shit.
I wonder if Jerm-ee would get mad if I called the Messenger about Wordpress?
::insert evil laugh::
6/06/2007
6/04/2007
Eight random facts...
I got tagged by the Boss Lady to write eight random facts about myself. Let's see how incredibly random we can get after playing solitaire for two hours.
http://newscoma.wordpress.com/2007/06/04/okay-i-like-mike-rowe-shut-up/
1. Everyone knows that I'm a bookworm. Well, duh. But no one knows that reason why I'm a bookworm is because I read entirely too fast. Mom bought me a book on Sunday. It's 400+ pages. I began reading it at 1 p.m. I was done by 3:30 p.m. It all started when I taught myself to read at the age of 3 by picking up the dictionary and just started reading.
2. My cell phone is slowly dying. I charge my cell phone up every night for 8 hours, and fully charged, I have about 15 minutes of talk time before it goes dead. Oh, and some of my buttons stopped working. Sad thing is that I've had this piece of shit phone for less than a year.
3. I don't watch a lot of television. I've never seen some of the most popular shows ever. I've never seen Lost, Grey's Anatomy, Seinfeld, Friends, 24 or any other show that the entire world is talking about. Mainly because I have an attention span the size of a goldfish, and I lose interest in any show after 5 minutes. However, I do drive everyone crazy by watching two shows at the same time.
4. I'm an insomniac. I constantly wake up during the night and can't get back to bed. Most nights I get about 3 hours of sleep. It's not because I'm not tired. On the contrary; I'm thoroughly exhausted. I can't sleep, because there's not a ctrl-alt-delete command for my brain. I'm constantly thinking about what I have to do the next day.
5. When I'm really engrossed in something that I'm typing, I sit in the chair with my head sideways. It looks like I'm one of those babies that don't have the muscles to keep my head up, and my head just flops to the side. So if you ever see me at a computer with my head resting on my shoulder and I'm furiously typing, don't disturb me. I'm on a roll.
6. Since graduating college, I've put up my day planner, because it stopped at the end of May. However, I now realize how much I depend on the damn thing and am going through withdrawals. I work constantly by a list that's either in my head or on a piece of paper. If I don't get a planner soon, my head will explode.
7. I wish it was cold all year long so I could live in my hoodies. In the winter, I wear the same 5 hoodies over and over again. There's something about a hoodie that makes you all snuggly inside. Oh, and I hate summer. Loathe it. The humidity is a bitch, and I feel like when I step outside, I'm walking through the 9th level of Hell.
8. I like history. Any history. All history. I like autobiographies. I think the next book I will splurge on will be Ronald Reagan's diary that's being published. I'm not a Republican and I'm not a Democrat, but damn, haven't you always wanted to read someone's diary?
Well folks, that my eight. Now I have to tag eight people. That's the way this game works. If someone tags you, you have to write 8 random facts and then tag 8 people to suck into this never-ending vicious blog cycle.
Will York
Pope
Jay Baker
Matt Cook
Sara Mac
Okay, seriously, I don't know eight people who read my blog. You're getting five. Deal with it.
http://newscoma.wordpress.com/2007/06/04/okay-i-like-mike-rowe-shut-up/
1. Everyone knows that I'm a bookworm. Well, duh. But no one knows that reason why I'm a bookworm is because I read entirely too fast. Mom bought me a book on Sunday. It's 400+ pages. I began reading it at 1 p.m. I was done by 3:30 p.m. It all started when I taught myself to read at the age of 3 by picking up the dictionary and just started reading.
2. My cell phone is slowly dying. I charge my cell phone up every night for 8 hours, and fully charged, I have about 15 minutes of talk time before it goes dead. Oh, and some of my buttons stopped working. Sad thing is that I've had this piece of shit phone for less than a year.
3. I don't watch a lot of television. I've never seen some of the most popular shows ever. I've never seen Lost, Grey's Anatomy, Seinfeld, Friends, 24 or any other show that the entire world is talking about. Mainly because I have an attention span the size of a goldfish, and I lose interest in any show after 5 minutes. However, I do drive everyone crazy by watching two shows at the same time.
4. I'm an insomniac. I constantly wake up during the night and can't get back to bed. Most nights I get about 3 hours of sleep. It's not because I'm not tired. On the contrary; I'm thoroughly exhausted. I can't sleep, because there's not a ctrl-alt-delete command for my brain. I'm constantly thinking about what I have to do the next day.
5. When I'm really engrossed in something that I'm typing, I sit in the chair with my head sideways. It looks like I'm one of those babies that don't have the muscles to keep my head up, and my head just flops to the side. So if you ever see me at a computer with my head resting on my shoulder and I'm furiously typing, don't disturb me. I'm on a roll.
6. Since graduating college, I've put up my day planner, because it stopped at the end of May. However, I now realize how much I depend on the damn thing and am going through withdrawals. I work constantly by a list that's either in my head or on a piece of paper. If I don't get a planner soon, my head will explode.
7. I wish it was cold all year long so I could live in my hoodies. In the winter, I wear the same 5 hoodies over and over again. There's something about a hoodie that makes you all snuggly inside. Oh, and I hate summer. Loathe it. The humidity is a bitch, and I feel like when I step outside, I'm walking through the 9th level of Hell.
8. I like history. Any history. All history. I like autobiographies. I think the next book I will splurge on will be Ronald Reagan's diary that's being published. I'm not a Republican and I'm not a Democrat, but damn, haven't you always wanted to read someone's diary?
Well folks, that my eight. Now I have to tag eight people. That's the way this game works. If someone tags you, you have to write 8 random facts and then tag 8 people to suck into this never-ending vicious blog cycle.
Will York
Pope
Jay Baker
Matt Cook
Sara Mac
Okay, seriously, I don't know eight people who read my blog. You're getting five. Deal with it.
"Condemned killer wants to go out with joke"
http://www.cnn.com/2007/LAW/06/04/execution.jokes.ap/index.html
You can read the story yourself, but the gist of the story is that a man on death row in Texas wants his final words to be a joke.
Some people consider telling a joke insensitive to the victims he murdered.
I can see where people would think this is insensitive. It appears to anyone watching that he's not the least bit remorseful about the crimes he committed. However, while a part of me is a bit weirded out by telling a joke, another part of me can't help but to tilt my head to the side and think about why a man wants the last sound he hears to be, hopefully, a laugh.
I highly doubt anyone will laugh. But I also think people who apologize and make excuses for the crimes before they are executed are just as insensitive. No amount of "I'm sorry." and other cliches' will ease the pain of the victim's family.
But what's even more sickening is that the killer is getting free publicity to solicit jokes. I think with the idea of telling a joke and the media picking up the story, he's received exactly what he wanted.
A voice he wouldn't otherwise have.
The situation is highly insensitive to the victims and their families, and, in some aspects, very vulgar. On the other hand, the idea that a killer wants to tell a joke before he dies is somewhat...intriguing.
Now, the question is, will the "powers that be" allow the killer to say the joke? If they don't, it's going to be a hell of a free speech debate.
You can read the story yourself, but the gist of the story is that a man on death row in Texas wants his final words to be a joke.
Some people consider telling a joke insensitive to the victims he murdered.
I can see where people would think this is insensitive. It appears to anyone watching that he's not the least bit remorseful about the crimes he committed. However, while a part of me is a bit weirded out by telling a joke, another part of me can't help but to tilt my head to the side and think about why a man wants the last sound he hears to be, hopefully, a laugh.
I highly doubt anyone will laugh. But I also think people who apologize and make excuses for the crimes before they are executed are just as insensitive. No amount of "I'm sorry." and other cliches' will ease the pain of the victim's family.
But what's even more sickening is that the killer is getting free publicity to solicit jokes. I think with the idea of telling a joke and the media picking up the story, he's received exactly what he wanted.
A voice he wouldn't otherwise have.
The situation is highly insensitive to the victims and their families, and, in some aspects, very vulgar. On the other hand, the idea that a killer wants to tell a joke before he dies is somewhat...intriguing.
Now, the question is, will the "powers that be" allow the killer to say the joke? If they don't, it's going to be a hell of a free speech debate.
6/03/2007
Ahhh...
I and some of the ladies and the resident male down at the WCP went to the lake this weekend. It's funny how you become relaxed when you're surrounded by water. When the lines on the road disappear, the worries in your head disappear, too.
A lot of my friends would have found it horrifying. No television, no internet, and no cell phone service. I didn't notice that I didn't hear one phone ring until we were back in Paris and our cell phones sounded like a heart monitor.
I had the chance to try out my new camera that I bought. I'm sure people became annoyed that I took almost 80 pictures, but when you have that great of a time, you want to remember it.
I'm also happy to say that I saw the sunrise for the first time in my life. Before Saturday morning, I was either working before sunrise or didn't get up until after sunrise. You begin to feel really small when you can literally see the sun move across the sky and the red sun rays shoot across the water.
You may ask yourself how a proclaimed night owl can watch the sunrise.
Simple. Don't go to bed.
After watching the sunrise and every male within a 100-mile radius load his boat into the water, I ate the best breakfast I had eaten in a long time. The food reminded me of the way Pa-Pa fixed breakfast, and the restaurant reminded me of how my Pa-Pa's store looked back when all I had to worry about was which candy bar I would eat and how long I could lay next to my old dog in the grass and not get in trouble.
After watching the day start and starting day with good food, we tiptoed through the lake house and went to bed at 7 a.m. We didn't wake up until noon after everyone had left for home. I didn't want to go, but I knew I couldn't stay.
I drank entirely too much, laughed entirely too loud, and smiled entirely too big.
It was a great time, and hopefully, we'll make it back up there sometime soon.
Check out my documented proof of smiling, happy journalists, a roaring fire, and a perfect sunrise at http://www.flickr.com/photos/7753113@N05/
A lot of my friends would have found it horrifying. No television, no internet, and no cell phone service. I didn't notice that I didn't hear one phone ring until we were back in Paris and our cell phones sounded like a heart monitor.
I had the chance to try out my new camera that I bought. I'm sure people became annoyed that I took almost 80 pictures, but when you have that great of a time, you want to remember it.
I'm also happy to say that I saw the sunrise for the first time in my life. Before Saturday morning, I was either working before sunrise or didn't get up until after sunrise. You begin to feel really small when you can literally see the sun move across the sky and the red sun rays shoot across the water.
You may ask yourself how a proclaimed night owl can watch the sunrise.
Simple. Don't go to bed.
After watching the sunrise and every male within a 100-mile radius load his boat into the water, I ate the best breakfast I had eaten in a long time. The food reminded me of the way Pa-Pa fixed breakfast, and the restaurant reminded me of how my Pa-Pa's store looked back when all I had to worry about was which candy bar I would eat and how long I could lay next to my old dog in the grass and not get in trouble.
After watching the day start and starting day with good food, we tiptoed through the lake house and went to bed at 7 a.m. We didn't wake up until noon after everyone had left for home. I didn't want to go, but I knew I couldn't stay.
I drank entirely too much, laughed entirely too loud, and smiled entirely too big.
It was a great time, and hopefully, we'll make it back up there sometime soon.
Check out my documented proof of smiling, happy journalists, a roaring fire, and a perfect sunrise at http://www.flickr.com/photos/7753113@N05/
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