So, I did it. I posted about my greasemonkey plug-ins on the boards. *deep breath* Let's hope people don't scare me even further away from the boards with their replies. So far the status of my thread is... stable. I appreciate the props from Dentarthurdent and dem_z, thanks you two. Makes me a little less edgy...
I also made an update to my Edit Old Entries plug-in. It used to be it only added the "LINK" link to your own journal entries. Now it adds a link link to all journal entries on the site no matter whose it is (but only your own entries will have an "EDIT" link obviously).
WALMART
So I realized that if I want to participate in my friend's local book club next month I better get the actual book (100 Years o' Solitude). Borders is in the same shopping center as... WALMART
I realized that... that store... might have the windshield covers for which I've been searching high and low.
Now, one of my pet peeves is having to drive through an area with a ton of sloooow pedestrians ambling about, usually in front of stores like... THAT STORE. I bucked the system a little bit by driving to the street in between all the parking lots, which is pedestrian-free, and entering from there.
I walked towards the store amidst a bunch of sloooow pedestrians. Another pet peeve is simply having to walk amongst very slow people. When I want to get somewhere, I want to get there NOW.
I entered the store. Blocked in by a couple shoppers so I had to walk slow. Again. Once past those irritating obstacles, I peeked around the aisles and thankfully spotted the "automotive" sign almost immediately. Then I had to do a bunch of maneuvering to avoid the HUNDREDS of people shopping in the store. A woman almost turned her cart and crashed into me, but I did a thing with my hips to avoid a collision.
I am skilled in the art of people/obstacle-avoision. Like a ninja. I trained for four years in the dojo of Overcrowded High School.
Anyway, I arrived at the automotive section and the FIRST thing I saw were windshield covers. Thank the heavens above. First I spotted those funky ones that kind of explode when you open them and only cover half the windshield because they're round so you need two of them. Then down below I saw some of the normal kind. First was one that had an ugly beach scene on the front. Next to that were some plain silver ones. Yes.
After more maneuvering (manoeuvering) I discovered to my delight and relief that they have self-checkout lines. I think self-checkout lines are the most brilliant thing in the history of ever, and until all stores have their own I will not be satisfied. So I scanned the thing in like a pro, whipped out the old credit card, took a sec to figure out where the swipy thing was (hey it had been a while since I'd had the pleasure of using a self-checkout line. I was a little rusty.) And I swiped that card, signed that electronic signy thing, took my receipt and GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
It's safe to say I won't be venturing into the foul depths of a... Walmart ... any time soon. But I do have to give it a bit of credit for being the only place I could find that had windshield covers. Now the next time I get in my car I'll actually be able to touch the steering wheel without emitting a bunch of "ow ow ow ow ow ow"s. Not that I do that. I'm just trying to illustrate my point.
I got the book by the way, but had to go through a little rigmarole* thanks to my desire to purchase The Sound of Music on DVD. I went to an entirely different store and they only had the full screen version. What gives? That movie MUST be viewed in widescreen. It MUST.
* Rigmarole. That's the way it's spelled, but people pronounce it "rig-a-marole". How are you really supposed to pronounce it then?
Onto yesterday's happenings. My family = insane. So much shouting! After our Chinese food dinner, I asked mom "are you sure I'm related to you people?"
In talking to my mother recently, I realized that not only did I inherit my body type, nose (for better or for worse), and eyesight from my father, I also inherited his personality.
I mean, I already sort of knew I shared personality traits with my father from the times mom would get frustrated with me and say things like "you sound like your dad" or something. Given my mom's attitude towards him (we're talking divorce here), that's not a very nice thing to say. It's a slight to my dad and a slight to me.
I won't talk much about my dad on here, except to say that, like him, I like to work with my hands, fixing or making things. I'm also, as it happens, a very quiet, introverted person.
So it's been strange growing up with my mom's side of the family, because they're loud and obnoxious, and I would always sit there quietly at dinners, unable to get a word in edgewise.
I wouldn't want to live with my dad. When I was 10 he moved out to the sticks of Virginia, a good three or four hours away. In past years I've visited. There is NOTHING to do there and I would go insane. And besides, things between him and me are still a little rocky. I won't go into why.
Ah, family. We put the "fun" in "dysfunctional", as they say. But really, we don't. It's not terribly fun. For me anyway.
Walk down this ro-oad
when the ro-oad gets ro-ough
I fall do-own
I get u-up
I AM WHAT I AM (AM WHAT I AM, AM WHAT I AM, AM WHAT I AM)
A FAMILY MAN
A FAAAAAAMILY MAAAAAAN
I also made an update to my Edit Old Entries plug-in. It used to be it only added the "LINK" link to your own journal entries. Now it adds a link link to all journal entries on the site no matter whose it is (but only your own entries will have an "EDIT" link obviously).
WALMART
So I realized that if I want to participate in my friend's local book club next month I better get the actual book (100 Years o' Solitude). Borders is in the same shopping center as... WALMART
I realized that... that store... might have the windshield covers for which I've been searching high and low.
Now, one of my pet peeves is having to drive through an area with a ton of sloooow pedestrians ambling about, usually in front of stores like... THAT STORE. I bucked the system a little bit by driving to the street in between all the parking lots, which is pedestrian-free, and entering from there.
I walked towards the store amidst a bunch of sloooow pedestrians. Another pet peeve is simply having to walk amongst very slow people. When I want to get somewhere, I want to get there NOW.
I entered the store. Blocked in by a couple shoppers so I had to walk slow. Again. Once past those irritating obstacles, I peeked around the aisles and thankfully spotted the "automotive" sign almost immediately. Then I had to do a bunch of maneuvering to avoid the HUNDREDS of people shopping in the store. A woman almost turned her cart and crashed into me, but I did a thing with my hips to avoid a collision.
I am skilled in the art of people/obstacle-avoision. Like a ninja. I trained for four years in the dojo of Overcrowded High School.
Anyway, I arrived at the automotive section and the FIRST thing I saw were windshield covers. Thank the heavens above. First I spotted those funky ones that kind of explode when you open them and only cover half the windshield because they're round so you need two of them. Then down below I saw some of the normal kind. First was one that had an ugly beach scene on the front. Next to that were some plain silver ones. Yes.
After more maneuvering (manoeuvering) I discovered to my delight and relief that they have self-checkout lines. I think self-checkout lines are the most brilliant thing in the history of ever, and until all stores have their own I will not be satisfied. So I scanned the thing in like a pro, whipped out the old credit card, took a sec to figure out where the swipy thing was (hey it had been a while since I'd had the pleasure of using a self-checkout line. I was a little rusty.) And I swiped that card, signed that electronic signy thing, took my receipt and GOT THE HELL OUT OF THERE.
It's safe to say I won't be venturing into the foul depths of a... Walmart
... any time soon. But I do have to give it a bit of credit for being the only place I could find that had windshield covers. Now the next time I get in my car I'll actually be able to touch the steering wheel without emitting a bunch of "ow ow ow ow ow ow"s. Not that I do that. I'm just trying to illustrate my point.
I got the book by the way, but had to go through a little rigmarole* thanks to my desire to purchase The Sound of Music on DVD. I went to an entirely different store and they only had the full screen version. What gives? That movie MUST be viewed in widescreen. It MUST.
* Rigmarole. That's the way it's spelled, but people pronounce it "rig-a-marole". How are you really supposed to pronounce it then?
Onto yesterday's happenings. My family = insane. So much shouting! After our Chinese food dinner, I asked mom "are you sure I'm related to you people?"
In talking to my mother recently, I realized that not only did I inherit my body type, nose (for better or for worse), and eyesight from my father, I also inherited his personality.
I mean, I already sort of knew I shared personality traits with my father from the times mom would get frustrated with me and say things like "you sound like your dad" or something. Given my mom's attitude towards him (we're talking divorce here), that's not a very nice thing to say. It's a slight to my dad and a slight to me.
I won't talk much about my dad on here, except to say that, like him, I like to work with my hands, fixing or making things. I'm also, as it happens, a very quiet, introverted person.
So it's been strange growing up with my mom's side of the family, because they're loud and obnoxious, and I would always sit there quietly at dinners, unable to get a word in edgewise.
I wouldn't want to live with my dad. When I was 10 he moved out to the sticks of Virginia, a good three or four hours away. In past years I've visited. There is NOTHING to do there and I would go insane. And besides, things between him and me are still a little rocky. I won't go into why.
Ah, family. We put the "fun" in "dysfunctional", as they say. But really, we don't. It's not terribly fun. For me anyway.
Walk down this ro-oad
when the ro-oad gets ro-ough
I fall do-own
I get u-up
I AM WHAT I AM (AM WHAT I AM, AM WHAT I AM, AM WHAT I AM)
A FAMILY MAN
A FAAAAAAMILY MAAAAAAN
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shame about your parents. other than my parents the rest of my family is pretty much nonexistant to me i rarely if ever see any of them which is fin by me cause from wht i remember of them they are nuts and we have nothing in common except were related.
i havent reinstalled fireofx yet but it i will in the next coulpe days so i can try out your new cool plug ins
tomorow i will be meeting Awryx cause shes going to a convention on sat then to my party so shes staying at my house to save on cash so on sun or monday i imagine ill have oodles of pics from the convention and the party
I really don't go to Walmart now. I thinkit's bad for the world. But I did go to Starbuck's and Target this afternoon; dunno how great most businesses fundamentally are, but I've read about Walmart's business practices. They act like they just happen to not have unions. It's a lie. They extremely actively punish union-minded workers.