Dallas-Day 2

Thursday started out with the news.

It seems that overnight greater Dallas was downpoured into a flood. Parts all around were under water. All the TV stations were there live with their "action cams" giving reports on the aftermath, and that it wasn't over yet.

Mary didn't even have time to notice. She was going to have a busy day with her convention and prolly wouldn't be seeing the outside for a day or two anyway.

Josh and I didn't have too many options; parts of the city are flooded, I don't know the city. It seemed best to just stay local in downtown Dallas and not drive anywhere. The last thing I want to do is add "high water rescue" to my vacation plans.

So I had to figure out what to do with Josh to fill the day.

First we found a place near the Subway that made breakfast. Then we scouted about a little before returning to the hotel. We stayed in for a good part of the day and traded guitar licks. Thank god he asked to bring his guitar because it helped to pass the day.

Noon had us driving around trying to find a Walgreens. I always forget to pack something and this time it was my razor. We bought some chips and some sodas along with a package of Oreos for Mary. Halfway back to the hotel I realized I'd forgotten to buy a razor. That'll give us something to do Friday.

Mid afternoon it started to clear up so we grabbed our boards and went for a ride. Downtown Dallas was cleaned up a few years back. There's biiiiiiiig money there. And it had all of the sidewalks repaved with brick. So riding around was a little bumpy, but not bad enough that you couldn't ride. Just an ever present clicking.

We rode all the down to the touristy "West End" and only got a couple of remarks. One guy looked at me and said "Woah, somebody's doing it old school." GRRRRR!!!!!! Am I that old that I get the "old school" moniker? After a while we just picked up our boards and started walking. About 10 minutes later some older lady remarked "I heard that skateboarders couldn't be on the sidewalk". That pissed me off because at that point we were pedestrians! We were walking and had been for over 10 minutes. I let it go, because if I said anything I'd be the asshole. Old ladies always win in this so why fight.

We headed back and found a cool park made for carving. So we did. Then went back to the hotel and made dinner plans.

Mary had come in and out while we were gone. We really didn't expect to see her this week. We decided to have some pizza at a place real close to the hotel instead of going to the touristy West End. It was a cool little place. The walls were covered with pictures. Some were of family. Most were of patrons getting caught mid bite, business men and women with napkins placed as bibs trying to smile with half bitten slices hanging from their mouths. Then there were a couple of pictures of celebrities who'd visited. There was a picture Jay Leno mugging it up, and sports celebs that were from Dallas. Bet the best shot was of Mohamed Ali looking young and healthy, totally unaware that the owner was trying to take a picture with him, just trying to leave. Josh didn't know who he was. So I told him a little about the greatest.

We walked back and watched some TV until Mary came back to the room.

Dallas-Day 1

We drove to Dallas on Wednesday. It was uneventful, until we got close to our hotel.

We were on IH35E, and needed to stay on 35E but we turned off. This wouldn't usually happen with both Mary and I in the car, but we were too busy looking at the buildings like a couple of yokels and missed our turn. So we circumnavigated downtown and made it to our hotel by accident.

Checking in was a pain. For some reason the Adam's Mark-Dallas decided that it would be ok to have the guest registration desk manned with only 4 people. Just 4. They had 2 national conventions checking in and only 4 people at the desk? So Mary waited in line while Josh and I just waited. When Mary got to the front of the line things looked not-right, so I went up to help. Our credit card was being rejected. A lot. Mary was emotional as Mary is and became embarrassed and walked away.

We called our credit company and found that the guy at the counter had tried to charge us for 17 days instead of 4! We didn't so the charge was refused. The CC Co was kind enough to remove the denial and we went back to the line.

The line was even longer, Mary was ready to throw in the towel. So I walked up to another counter. I explained that their guy had screwed up royal and they checked us in no prob.

After that we were all a little drained so we walked down the street and had dinner at a Subway.

One thing that was freaky was downtown Dallas; we are the people? There are these huge buildings but we never see that many people. It's just odd.

Later that night it started to rain and started the worst flood Dallas has seen in 50 years.

More later.

Don't let us down.

The DNC is on. And I don't give a flying fuck at a rolling donut.

I vowed to become more informed and more involved in my nation's
electoral process, but just hasn't happened.

I used to be informed. I used to be involved.

It's not that I don't care; what kind of person wouldn't care about his future?

No, I care. But at the end of the day do I care enough to learn the
issues? Obviously I know the issues. They're pretty big. It's hard to
miss them.

I think the problem is that I have yet in my adult life to see a
candidate that I can truly get behind.

None.

Part of the problem is that I look back on history and see great
men/women doing great things. Today they are missing. Where are the
Trumans? Where are the Roosevelts? Lincolns? Jeffersons?

Are they around anymore? I don't think so.

I think todays' candidates are "most likely to wins" based on
demographics of what todays' voters want and how well they'll play the
game once they get in.

I don't know if it even matters who gets the big job anymore.

That being said I'll probably pull the Kerry lever. Not so much
because I am behind the man, but because I can't stand what Bush has
done to the world. the world my family lives in. The world my son will
inherit.

Mr. Kerry, when/if you get the job, don't let us down. We're quite
literally banking on you doing the right thing.

Still Dallas bound...

With everything that's going on right now, I'm surprised we're still going to Dallas.

We're going to Dallas so Mary can attend the Romance Writers of America's 2004 convention. Mary's up for a Golden Heart Award again this year. If she wins it'll almost guarantee that her book will get published. Even if she doesn't win it'll be good for the editors and agents to put a face to the voice, and maybe get published anyway.

Josh and I have plans to skate the X Games Skatepark. Well, mostly Josh. But I want to hit a couple of museums while we're there. And Six Flags too.

I don't know if we're gonna spring for the extra $10 a night charge for internet in our room so this may be the last thing I write before we go.

Huh, who knew?

Which internet subculture do I belong to? [CLICK] You are a Conspiracy Theorist! Holy cow! You actually did an online quiz? Little did you realise that the information you gave us is being sent to an unknown government agency for evil use against you! Don't try to leave, we are already watching. More Quizzes at Go-Quiz.com

BTW, I steal all my quizzes and such from himeykitty. She finds the best. :fullrock:

Almost normal.

This is the first night in a long time that things have felt even
halfway normal.

Josh is in the red room playing his Strat through my gear. He sounds
pretty good. He needed something besides video games to do indoors.
And it's a scientific fact that you can pick up more girls playing
guitar than you can playing video games. I should know, that's how I
met Mary. ;-)

Mary's at a BBQ/party being thrown for the lucky defectors from her
school. One of the leftbehinds is throwing it. I'm jealous because of
the whole BBQ thing. They're prolly burning their old school shirts
right now.

Mary really needed a night away from the nursing home. The hospital
suggested hospice services and Mary and I tried to explain what that
meant to her mom, but she is still in denial.

Things are about as normal as can be expected.

What a way to start my vacation. That sounds kind of shitty, but all I
want to do right now is sleep.

We wait.

I've wanted to write about Mary's grandmother Gigi for while but I haven't figured out how to do it.

Essentially I'm writing about waiting for someone to die, but that sounds so callous. But it's what we're doing. Waiting.

Gigi took a good fall almost 2 months ago. She fractured her skull and it left a blood clot on her brain. She left the hospital rather quickly for a 92 year old and was home after a short 4 day stay. Then she was back in after a fainting episode; this time for good.

She stayed at the first hospital for a couple weeks. It was trauma based and for the most part it seemed couldn't do anything for her. She needed rehab. So she was moved to a hospital with much better rehab resources.

She was there for 3, 4 weeks? I can't remember. The time is just blur of going there every night to visit. I don't know if this last hospital was able to help her at all. Gigi got steadily worse. No improvement. Her hearing worsened, her speech became softer and her body began to shake.

But I think the worst part for her was that she was having a harder time communicating. I think it was here that she decided that she was done.

So the family had to decide what to do with her.

Gigi's son didn't want her to go into a nursing home. I think he didn't want her to go a home because this would be admitting some kind of failure on his part. But he didn't want her to go home to his house. She'd spent the last 18 years at my in-laws' and why couldn't she go back there? So he came up with an unfair arrangement, Gigi would stay at my in-laws' house, the son would come over and take care of her during the day, and my mother in-law could take care of her the other 16 hours of the day after she got home from teaching elementary school.

Thank god a nurse came along and set him straight. She told him "There are 25 trained people taking care of her at this very
moment. What makes you think you can do a better job than them?" She let that sink in and walked away.

A little more than a week ago,Gigi ended up staying in a nursing home not even a mile away from our house. Don't confuse this with assisted living, this is a place where people go when they need long term medical attention. It's nice enough and a bargain at $2,000 a month.

Still Gigi's condition waned. It became obvious to us all that her condition wasn't going to get better. I know she knew she wasn't getting better because as Mary, Josh and I were leaving one day last week she told me she loved me. She'd never done that before.

Friday on my home from work Josh called from the home and told me hurry up because Gigi thought she was dieing. I got there and things were bad. The whole family was there. They had her on a breathing treatment. It didn't look good but her condition improved. After a while when things looked better we all left.

After I got off work Saturday morning, we went by and the nurses had her dressed and in a wheelchair. So along with Mary's brother, we wheeled her outside. Josh "drove" and we sat outside for about 15 minutes. Gigi hadn't really been speaking for a a week now and seemed to be content just looking around.

She appeared more delicate to me than ever before. She'd always been old from the day I first met her, but never delicate. Never fragile. Saturday morning she looked to me as if the wind blew the wrong direction she would break.

That afternoon as Mary was on her way to visit, her youngest brother Michael called to let us know something bad was happening. So Josh and I piled in the car and raced over.

When we got there we found out she had a seizure and this was probably it. She had a couple of more seizures before the meds kicked in. She's been unconscious since then and it doesn't look good.

She has a "Do not resuscitate" order so it's just a matter of time. We go and sit around, on the floor if there aren't enough chairs and just talk. Sometime about her, sometimes about trivial things. But always talking.

We wait.

Our lives are kind of on hold. So we wait.

Sometimes it's better to wait.

My wife has been having trouble at the schools she teaches at. Used to teach at.

Her principal was a terror. Her method of management is ridicule, deception and blame. There is too much to tell here. Let it suffice to say that if half of your staff has filed grievences against you to the school board, then you are a bad, bad person.

After the grievences were filed, the principal became bent on revenge against anyone who was involved. with the end result being that my wife's school became a very shitty place to work for a number of people.

So, this summer most of the filers started requesting transfers and otherwise seeking work elsewhere. My wife included.

Luckily my wife landed a gig this week teaching 5th grade at a nice school with a good principal. And a few others found work as well. But my wife was happy and sad. She would be working in a better environment, but she'd be leaving her friends and back in the classroom after spending the last 7(?) years being the best elementary music teacher in her district. But for the most part she felt great about the move.

Until last night.

She got a few calls from her peeps last night saying that the evil witch of a principal was getting transfered to a different school. Just rumour at this point, but it hit her in a bad way.

If the rumour was true, she'd made her move too soon. If the rumour was true, she hadn't had to leave after all.

At this point she settled in to a bit of second guessing. But the deal is done. She's gone.

And with this came guilt. Had she let her students down as well?

Mary is an emotional one. She lives by her heart, and I love her for it. But for her sake I wish she'd just waited. Now she has to deal with a major change in her life because of making a choice 2 days early. Sometimes it's better to wait. Just a little while to see how things develop.

Of course it's easy for me to say wait; I never had to work with her principal. And I'm not Mary. I like a good fight. I have no problem tilting at windmills.

I hope I can give Mary the strength to get through this. It's another in recent trials that the fam has gone through.

I just want her to be happy.

yeah yeah yeahs

I just got through watching a band called Yeah Yeah Yeahs on Letterman.

It was about the coolest thing I've ever seen done with just drums, guitars and vocals.

The singer is beautiful. She's tall and was moving all chrome.

The guitar player was filling all frequencies at once with a wash of tones so full you couldn't tell it was just one guy.

The drummer's "thing" was to thunder in time.

I am a fanboy after one song!

Josh's playing...

Josh is becoming a pretty good guitar player.

I couldn't play as well as him at 13. He just has a knack for it. He hears something in his head and bangs it out until he's happy with it.

This is the guitar he ended up saving up for, except his has a rosewood fingerboard.

It plays pretty nice for a $300 guitar.

The next step is a good amp.

Promo edit sessions!

Yea me!

I get to finish a Doppler promo today. But as usual, the producer doesn't know what she wants, the GRFX guy got the script late so my GRFX elements are not done and won't be until I'm ready to go home.

I'm getting tired of the Promotion "Producers" coming to me with copy and know idea what they want to do with the video. "What do you want here?" I ask. "I dunno." is usually the answer.

They need to earn their pay, and stop having me bail their collective asses out.

I'm tired of it, and I'm not doing it anymore.

I have my own projects to think about!

flickr test #3

Here's a shot of one of our cats. Her name is Dookie and she's not supposed to be outside. But every so often she sneaks out and hides in the plants. This is how she hides, everything but her head. She sits and watches for a little, then runs inside when it gets too hot.

DSCF0114 Originally uploaded by pi22seven.

How does this look? This?

I'm trying out new themes here so the look here will be changing.

The theme I'm using now is a stock Blogger theme

but it looks a little too much like AAF. :sneak:

I'll prolly end up changing it soon.

Much tired-ing going on.

I should really go to sleep, but I'm not.

I'm just kinda forcing myself to stay awake. I'm just about at that
pass out point but I'm watching a really crappy Charlie Sheen
alian/coverup movie.

Good stuff!

flickr test #2

This is a test of the picture hosting service that flickr.com has. It works pretty easy with various blogs so I'm gonna give it a try. EDIT: WHAT A BIG FUCKING BORDER AROUND THE PICTURE!

Switcher Originally uploaded by pi22seven.

How did it worth?

Doing a search on Google for "words of ether" I found my listing at BlogShares.

The idea that my blog is worth ANYTHING made me laugh my ass off.

Now, how do I make money off that thing? :sneak:

I will never eat rare meat again. EVER!!!!!!

The story this guy tells is a good one!!!!

When you read it you keep thinking OMG!!!!!!!

Never will I eat rare meat again.

Fuck!

Java Junkie!!!!!!!!

I'm addicted to Starbucks™®© coffee in a bad way.

I need help!



:vibrates across the floor:

Dreams

I don't dream much.

Or rather, if I do I don't remember many of them.

But last night I had a vivid dream about the Chili's I used to work at. I haven't worked there in over 10 years, but it pops up in my dreams from time to time.

The dreams always have me cooking with the crew I started with. There's Scott who's going to UTSA so he can join the Navy as an officer. Warren is there to supplement his income as a 23 year old slum lord. Dash is sweating in the corner but you can't tell if it's from the heat of the kitchen or from his drinking problem. Dash isn't his real name. They call him Dash because of his thin build. A guy from high school is there. Mike C. will become one of my best friends during my stay. T.O. is from my high school too, but a couple of years older than me.

There they are. I see them with my 20 year old eyes. We all had dreams then. We all were going somewhere. Except for Dash, maybe.

But not last night.

Last night I was at Chili's but it was present day, which is strange because they closed the one I worked at. I was cooking there, but I didn't work there. And the old crew wasn't there either. It was me working with new guys. They were younger. I was the old man. It felt so real. I remember noticing the old floor tiles had been replaced by some stained cement and commenting on the change.

When I woke I felt strange, but good. Like I put something to rest.

The whole thing had a closure feel to it, like they were letting me say goodbye. I guess I needed to say goodbye to that time of my life. I said farewell to the place the last night they were open. A lot of the oldtimers showed up on the last night and shared memories about the place over drinks and laughs. I ordered the last drink out of that place, then stole some things to remind me of the good times and better people.

I'm not the boy that started working there in '86. But that's where I grew up. And when I left it was a different place.

You can't go back to stay, but you can visit.

What a great weekend! [/sarcasm]

I typed up about 7 long paragraphs of stuff that happened over the past 3 days and somehow it didn't get posted.

So here are bullet points:

1. The Quantel Editbox still sucks.
2. Producers who are all concept and no execution are not producers at all.
3. Whenever you have a plumbing problems that require you to dig, hire a plumber.
4. Josh's family loves him. Happy Birthday my son.
5. Pay attention. You don't know when your life is going to suddenly change.

I probably write what happened this weekend, tomorrow.

I'm not?!?!?!? Hmmm.

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New desktop!

At least new to you.

I took some pictures on our vacation and some turned out good for desktops. I submitted to pixelgirlpresents.com a couple of weeks ago. She liked rain_by_car and posted on her site really quick.

But I'd also submitted a picture of the Baton Rouge Bridge. We were heading East on the bridge and there was a traffic jam. So I spent about 2 minutes just snapping shots. This was one of them.

It feels good to have someone say your pics are good enough for their site.

So I've posted that picture and more on the sidebar.

Fatigue sets in.

I'm tired.

I'm getting ready to leave work. I was going to stay later, but I'm at the point where my mind isn't making the best choices right now. Not the best thing when you are editing commercials.

I guess I'll just wake early tomorrow and get here before I need to start directing the show and finish the spots then.

Blog idea: emoticons. For tired. :-(

A little bit of extra time!

The show I was supposed to direct cancelled for the day. Thier guest
couldn't make it and they had no back-up plan. So they get to run a
re-run.

So that gives me a little breathing room to get stuff done.

Doing your boss's job while he's away sucks; you don't know which one
takes priority. So they both suffer.

But even though I have some extra time, it still looks like I'll be
staying late.

Catching up...

Today I'm playing catch because of my earlier slacking this week.

I just spit up a script for a local jeweler who has changed the concept of
his campaign three times now. There's no rush on him really; he won't hit
air until next month. He's been dragging his heels with us for about a year
now.

I also need to edit a couple of spots that I should've done yesterday.

And I'll need to write and edit two more spots for a project I forgot about. But I may end up doing those Saturday after I direct our morning newscast.

Procrastination NEVER pays off.

This is just a test!

This is just a test to see if I can post to my blog via email.

If you can see this, carry on with your duties.

That is all.

Hey, I've got things to do!

Yeah, I've got things to do.

I have work piling up, but I don't feel really motivated enough to do any of them. I've got clients to call, scripts to write, but here I sit waiting for 5:30 to come so I can run home.

It's not that I'm lazy. If someone were to bolt through the door and ask me to do something I'd be all over it. I'd be the man for that job.

But since coming back from vaction I've just been... meh. Just meh.

So I guess it's just time for me to get my ass in gear and do what I get paid for. I'll haul my ass to the edit suite and crank out another crappy local spot. I'll write the scripts that need to be written. I'll call my clients. I'll do what I have to do to get by this afternoon.

Then I'll go home.

And do it again tomorrow.

Thank god I have a vacation again in 2 weeks.

How did I become Googled?

What I mean by that is how did I become a Google services user?

I use their search engine. I use their e-mail. I even use their blogging service for this website.

I just want to know how this happened.

I know it didn't happen on purpose, like I woke up one morning and said "Damn all the other internet services out there, I'm a Google Man".

No, it didn't happen that way. But something happened.

I just got absorbed by it. Not all at once, but little by little I was using more Google stuff.

I'm not sure if I should be bothered by this. It's not like it's MSN, is it? It's different, right?

If .Mac was free I'd be there. But they want the cashola. So I guess I'm here with a combo of Google and ms11.net until I fine something better. Cuz I ain't gonna find nothing cheaper than free.

Tired

Long day, short dinner.

I'll sleep after I mess around with my blog template.

Bosses should never vacation. Ever.

Randy is off this week.

That means I have to do his job as well as mine. So I get to direct GDSA at 9am to 10am. Then I look through all of his stuff for the day. Check faxes. Take care of any programming problems. Then handle any freaky phone calls that come up.

Like today, I puched GDSA then Took care of a missed sat feed for a show that airs today on our sister-station. Then took care of an up-link for an outside media company. I also called a a company in LA to let them know we don't rent our TV trucks. Now I have to hunt down the number for a company who gives us a show that airs Sunday; their feed was screwed up so I need to find out what they're gonna do about the show.

And I haven't even had time to mess with my stuff.

So there you go.

Randy cannot take off any more.

Ever.

Happy Birthday to me. Yea.

So we finally had my b-day celebration here at home.

We couldn't before because we were in Florida on vacation. And then we had to wait because of circumstance. But today was the day.

But when it happened, it was pretty meh. It wasn't anything in particular really, it was just that it was lackluster. Everybody was cool and all.

Maybe since it was 2 weeks after my birthday. Maybe it just reflects me all to well.

I probably won't remember it next year. Or maybe I will and I be doing "compare and contrast" on the two.

I should stop bitching. I've got it good.

Gaaaaahhhhh!!!!

Well, after 2 hours of clicking and clicking I finally was able to get Belkin to see our Airport network.

I fact, I'm posting from it now.

All I had to do was disable WEP Security!!!!! GRRRRR!!!!!!

I need to fix that!

PC stuff in an Apple World.

Usually it's the other way around; Apple stuff in a PC world.

But today it's the other, other way around.

I got a Belkin USB wireless adaptor to hook my Rev A iMac to my Airport network. And it seems to be a lot of work to get it to work.

I can see the network, I just can't join it.

Yes, I have all the passwords. Yes, the most current drivers are installed. I just can't get it to work.

But I can join a neighbors unprotected network just fine.

Hmmm...

So, I'm off tomorrow.

I'm really looking forward to sleeping in.

Tomorrow we're supposed to have a family get together to celebrate my birthday. My birthday that was 2 weeks ago yesterday. I'm not gonna get shit.

Yeah I'm materialistic, so what?

Actually, I prolly end up with something cool from my wife and son. The rest will give me Best Buy cards of various denominations.

I really don't like gift cards. They are themed money that forces you where to spend it. If you don't know what to get me, then give me actual cash. That way I can pool all of the cash together and get what I want.

Fuck, it's only 10:52 and I'm yawning. We had a full day, but still.

I think I might try to throw a new refurbed 12" iBook with Airport on our Apple loan soon. :sneek:

Spiderman 2

Do yourself a favor and go see it.

It well may be the very best super-hero movie of all time.

Maybe.

Used CDs ROCK!!!!!!

Tonight after visiting Mary's G-Ma in the hospital, we ate at Chipotle.

It's good for a one trick pony. The only thing of substance on the menu are burritos. It's what they do. You choose what you want on it and they charge you a lot. The cool thing about this place though is the customer service. Josh ordered a burrito with Barbacoa (think of it as roasted meat). They had just run out and Josh had to wait all of 2 minutes and they gave us his burrito and drink for free. That saved us almost $7.00. WOW!

Things took us a little longer than planned at the hospital, we'd planned to take Josh by Sam Ash Music to take another hands on look at the Fender Strat he wants. It costs about $350. He's got about $140 bucks and has been doing extra work around the house to save up for it, but it's taking longer than he thought it would. His birthday's on the 12th so he'll prolly get close then.

After dinner there was no way we'd get to Sam Ash before it would close, so we went to a CD Exchange that was close by.

Josh has been looking for some old Bob Dylan, Cream and (barf) Yes. He has pretty sophisticated musical tastes for a soon to be 13 year old. He likes new stuff like Q.O.T.S.A., Eagles of Death Metal and White Stripes but knows crap when he hears it.

We went through the aisles trying to pick out the good from the bad. You never know what you'll find when you go to a used CD store. Surprise, uhm, surprise you.

I found a couple of things that caught me off guard and one CD I thought I'd never see.

The first thing I found was Michael Penn's first album. We used to love listening to "No Myth" and fell in love with the entire disc when it came out. A good find. Then Mary found "History repeats" from Split Enz; a very good best of.

Then the thing that made me blink a couple of times found my hands. I was looking at a CD of "Lament" by Ultravox. I was an Ultravox fan. I had all Ultravox albums with Midge Ure. While others were singing "What I like about you", I was listening to "A Man of Two Worlds". The music was breathtaking, the words had weight; and doomed to never appeal to Madonna-bes. I was in love. Nothing much ever amounted to Ultravox. Though Midge Ure was more than co-writer of "Do they know it's Christmas" with Sir Bob. Without Midge there would have been no Live Aid.

Josh came over with "The Best of Cream" and we escaped paying only $35.


USED CDS ROCK!!!!!!

Spoofed!!!!!

So it looks like somebody's spoofed one of my Hotmail email addys.

I'm getting a bunch returned stuff, stuff I never sent. And emails with strange attachments. A lot of the emails with attachments get blocked so I never see them.

The whole thing is pissing me off though. I use that account for online semi-official transactions. But all is cool, I just moved all of my real world stuff over to my Gmail account so things should be ok.

I'm kind of bothered by the fact that I can't seem to find a link to report this to the Hotmail people.

I'm prolly gonna let that mailbox fill up so shit gets bounced back to the senders.

I blame whitey!!!!!

Finally!

I finally figured out how to add links to the sidebar here.

Actually, it wasn't that hard. I found the code on the Blogger site and just modified it a little. Now I just need to figure out the code to have the links open in a new window.

The links I posted are split between blogs that are interesting to me because of the ideas on them. The writing is great and the views wide.

The other links are forums I live at or mod, and stuff from my past.

Visit the links if you get a chance. They tell a lot about me.

Dear Quantel EditBox,

YOU FUCKING SUCK!!!!!!!!

Why can't you be like any other NLE!!!!!

I hate you!!!!!