Whenever I see something like this, I always have to shake my head and wonder where people went to school.

Some element in the new theme is causing the journal icons to overlay journal links and even text. This makes it impossible to read a journal entry directly (the only accessible link is the comments, and THEN you can get to an un-obscured link to the entry body), and parts of the text can only be read by changing the text size to get it to wrap differently or by blocking images from images.slashdot.org. (Even with images blocked, you can't click through to journal entries; you go to a search fun

News flash: I appear to be one of a very few on Slashdot today.

And on top of that, the very tip of the remains of what was Hurricane Rita is drenching the area.

Since I had a shitty day and I got some mod points, I decided to share my misery with some of the masochists out there.

I followed a likely link and modded some people up. If my theory is correct, this will cause them angst and discomfort as they feel most at home with curmudgeonly remarks and other negative feedback.

Results of this experiment are pending.

I continue to go through life calling 'em as I see 'em, most especially when I have a negative view of persons or events, and sometimes spicing things up with extra-hot sarcasm and worse. (And the occasional joke.)

Yet despite this, I haven't had a new freak in ages. People continue to "friend" me (this entry prompted by the most recent).

(People NEED something to get their minds off of... certain stuff. So here it is.)

The New York Times has acknowledged the followers of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Pastafarians are demanding the same public respect and deference in public-school biology classes which the Intelligent Design Creationists want.

May they get it. Ramen!

Sometimes people tell you what to say about them. Sometimes they tell you what not to say about them... not that you have to abide by it.

I've never been one to censor myself; it's easier to get forgiveness than permission.

Sillypixie said this in mail:

Tell 'em all i have ______-_ _____[1], I dare ya.... HA!

(no really, don't, that's the last bit of imagery I want in their minds, ewww)

"Statistics are like a bikini. What they reveal is suggestive, but what they conceal is vital." -- Aaron Levenstein

In that spirit, I bring you... vacation trip statistics!

Duration: 20 days

Miles driven: 6730 (approx)
Scheduled sites visited: 6
Scheduled sites missed: 2
Unscheduled sites/trips: 2
________ Due to opportunity: 1
____________ Due to weather: 1

Maximum altitude: ~8200 feet
Minimum altitude: 3 feet

(I had thought about the topic for this JE, and then forgot about when I was posting last night. Had I remembered it, I probably would have talked about this instead of archaic words.)

(There are two signs of senility. Forgetfulness is one of them, and I forget the other.)

Occasionally I run across a disused word that mystifies and delights me, like an encounter with a fascinating stranger. Most often I run into it in print, but sometimes in other media.

Where have our dual protagonists gone? Recapping the last episode:

I feel good. I have finally caught up with all of SolemnDragon's journal entries. (Don't I wish that something as interesting as the Twins would happen to a major political convention...)

.... So I get to work today, and in between trying to find bugs I decide to scan Slashdot. Only I find that yro.slashdot.org has somehow found its way onto the "banned" control list for the second time this year (without explanation), and so have ask.slashdot.org and www.windsofchange.net.

Did I mention that there is no mailto: link for submittal of erroneous blocks?

I swear, the OA department at <censored> has to be run by morons.