Oh, the things that I know! (Or at least suspect...)
- If you are in the business of providing court-mandated anger management counseling, you might not want to load your site up with a useless Flash intro that clogs the screen and plays hideous vaguely inspirational music and DOESN'T LET THE USER TURN IT OFF. Just, y'know, saying. Of course, I guess maybe if someone were to smash the monitor in the library computer lab as a result of your site, that person would be more likely to be packed off to anger management counseling, and then hey... profit! Hmmm, abysmal Web design* or clever marketing scheme? The line can be so fine...
- I was following a rabbit trail of links loosely themed around the idea of writing children's science books ("Our Friends the Frogs" and its noir sequel "Our Nemeses the Nematodes") and discovered that I am not halfway cute or perky enough to write for innocent young minds. Also I have a nose, and that may disqualify me.
- Tomorrow morning (oh, no, wait! later today!) at the ungodly hour of nine-freakin-a.m.-in-the-morning, I am getting a free haircut and color. I have a nagging feeling I may rue the heck out of this seemingly thrifty decision.
- There is something about Tylenol PM that disagrees with me rather strongly. I keep forgetting this and taking it, only to be rewarded with six to eight troubled hours of nightmares from which I can neither fully wake up nor fall fully back into sleep. And even after the election, they keep featuring Sarah Palin. In a towel.
- The all-natural, MSG-free, miraculously healthyish Campbell's Select Harvest version of Italian Wedding Soup tastes like burnt dog crap fried in gasoline. Pass the Progresso and the chemicals, please.
- Master of Puppets is still, after 22 years, one of the finest albums of all time. Bow to Leper Messiah!
Anyway, I figured it was time for a post where I didn't bemoan my unemployed state or beg you to check out one of my money-making clever plans. And I almost made it, didn't I? So close, and yet so far.
*Honestly, the design is bad enough, in a non-linear baffling sort of way, that it kind of invites you to explore.Can anyone figure out what the purpose of the zoomable image in the "Your Planned Path" section is? I got a nice close-up of the model's nose but no deep life-changing messages or anything. I sort of suspect that their Flash designer wasn't sticking too close to the recovery path, if you know what I mean...