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November 24th, 2005
Today was not only the wonderful holiday of Thanksgiving, but also the first time that WFME has been hacked.
After a tense hour of worrying about the fact that I didn’t have backups of my writing here and dealing with the wonderful people at Total Choice Hosting and my “breathing partner” Heather — I was able to bring the site back from it’s broken state, where trying to reach my site may have taken you to an unsavory DVD site involving, well, unsavory things.
So, if you tried to get here today and were surprised at where you ended up… Or you thought I may have let you down… Fear not. It was just the sad little WordPress plugin that I can no longer use (the subliminal one that convinces you I’m so damn funny) that was the reason for the security loophole.
WFME is back up and b3tt3R thAn 3v3R! (Okay, not better — but the same.)
(Update: This plugin may not have been the culprit after all, but something with my actual hosting service instead.)
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November 23rd, 2005
I like driving home for the holidays for two reasons.
First, it’s a bittersweet reunion for family members to catch up, spread cheer, embrace and celebrate all that is love and affection.
Secondly, it gives me the opportunity to make sure that while on the long drive home, I keep as many tailgaters from passing me by in a game I like to call, “No, I’m not the asshole, you’re the asshole, so don’t even try to pass me cause I’m not going to let you — I’ll just slow down until you try to move into the other lane then move into that other lane to keep you from ever making any progress and making it home to your family this holiday season.”
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August 4th, 2005
It’s amazing how a little adjustment in your accessories can change who people perceive you to be.
That’s why, for a guy like me who likes to wear hats (not all the time but for the gym and on Sundays when I don’t feel like you know what) the realization that the rotation of how my hat is positioned on my head affects how people treat me and how I, personally, interact with others was a stunning, dramatic realization.
Posted under Assholes, Clothing. | 25 Comments »
July 19th, 2005
The story can now be told.
Thanks to a conversation I had yesterday with the increasingly-random and funny Neil about children’s TV characters and how they have been the bane of our existence — it got me to thinking about the time I used to work for The Jim Henson Company.
This was years ago, mind you, so what you’re about to read… This amazing revelation… Well, it may no longer be true or no longer be the case. But knowing a-holes the way I do, they usually don’t change much unless they’re trapped in a sinking upside down boat (think The Poseidon Adventure) which I don’t think has happened to this guy.
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November 10th, 2004
You know who you are.
On opening nights of movies, I see you. You get there ten minutes before the theater is about to let in the long line and you survey it. “Is this the line for ******,” you ask. “Wow, this really is a long line,” you say to your other friend. And you stand there, near the very front of the line — which I got by getting here early. And you wait.
What are you waiting for?
You hover around and people start talking about you under their breath. Who are you, what movie are you seeing and if you are seeing ******, why aren’t you getting in line. I mean, they are letting everyone in very soon.
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