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Quick post!

The Wandering Nerd August 27th, 2007

I’m in London, there’ll be a massive update coming soon, but thought you all should check this out:

I love XKCD

Anyone interested?

Courtesy of XKCD (hopefully)

Little important things.

The Wandering Nerd July 14th, 2007

I had the opportunity tonight to let someone know how important they were to me, to my life, and to the man that I have become.

As males, we are somewhat trapped into a mold that allows us little latitude when it comes to expressing our thoughts or feelings. In some ways I grew up with a set of instructions that are one generation removed from the time in which I exist. From what I understand, it’s now expected, or at least accepted, for males to be more forthcoming with what it is they feel. For me, the internal crap I deal with has always been something that is very private, essentially solely mine. This has an associated cost. Something far beyond what it should be. The requisite pound of flesh isn’t enough and what it truly consumes is too steep a price, but I’ve had a hard time breaking free of the mores that have bound me. It has cost me friendships, relationships, and divergent futures.

Sometimes the most difficult thing we can do is simply telling people what they mean to us. We’ve all been conditioned, somehow, to hide the single most important attribute to humanity. That is, to acknowledge the connections we have to those around us. So for what it’s worth, if you’re reading this page at this point, in its infancy, you are directly connected to me and I thank you for the few spare moments that you have spent here. Further, if I may trouble you, I’ll only ask that you take some time to reflect on the people that are important to you. Let them know that you at least acknowledge and appreciate that most subtle and powerful of human endeavors: a connection. Yeah, they’ll probably discount it, or even rib you for saying it. But it’s important. Little things matter. Little things like that. When it’s all said and done, we have precious few moments to say the important little things, grab those moments by the collar.

Now get out of here, I’ve got some bourbon and a pack of smokes that need my attention…

I wanna’ pull on your coat about something tonight…

-tom waits

On fireballs, functionality and stupid things people say…

The Wandering Nerd July 8th, 2007

I went to a cookout at a friends house yesterday evening. Good conversations, good drinks…mmm….vodka tonics. As the food is being prepped up I offer to go light the grill, simple process, turn on the gas, push igniter, flame, right? No no, not so simple, so I turn on the gas in the front, hit igniter….click click click…nothing. Hrm, perhaps the gas is off, reach under, check the tank, nope it’s on just fine. Lean in to see if I can hear any gas escaping (here is where it should become readily apparent that even moderately intelligent folks can do some dumb things, provided sufficient ethanol consumption). On of my friends says, “yeah, that’s a good idea get your face right next to it.” I stand up a bit to chuckle at that, when the holy lord mother of fireballs explodes right in my face. I see it coming, have just enough time to close my eyes and bend down and away as it goes streaking upwards with Stygian whoooshing sound and the helldrawn screams of all the cattle that have fallen to that grill’s demonic maw.

Luckily it was a relavitely low level grill and did only 3d6 points of damage and I made my saving throw. As I stood up, my face ringed in smoke and the stench of burning hair filling the deck, I asked the only thing I could think of, “Well, do I still have any eyebrows?”

I walked in the house to what kind of damage was done to my handsome mug, and Dave (the owner of the hellgrill) asked what happened, and subsequently responds, “yeah, that was probably my fault.” Now here’s the fun part, apparently the grill had been acting up (clearly the sacrifices to its dark hunger had not been enough) so Dave decided to ‘clean out the gas holes’ effectively boring out the cylinders as it were. So while I couldn’t hear the comforting hiss of gas escaping, it was merrily filling up the space in the grill just waiting on the time to strike and make me look like Pink from The Wall. It was great, good times, I can now add a fireball to things I’ve foolishly tried to stop with my face.

Internet Explorer 7 was having some issues rendering the page, I think I’ve got everything back up and working now. Essentially it wasn’t displaying the header image, nor actually rendering the sidebar, so if you’ve not seen it yet, the sidebar is where you can register on the page, to comment and such. I would strongly suggest that if you haven’t yet, you should switch to Mozilla’s Firefox, or even Opera. Safari seems to render everything just fine which is a plus as I don’t have a Mac with which to test. If the nice folks at Apple would like to donate a Macbook Pro 15″ to the cause of the wandering nerd I wouldn’t say no…hint…hint…

I stopped at the Rumba for a nightcap. I ended up briefly talking to a couple girls, which in some ways was a mistake, but there were a couple rare gems of conversation. The one that got me the most, “I’m 22 and a half.” This was said with sincerity, though to be fair this was from the same little girl that later said, “Girls are so obnoxious!” Self-realization is a powerful and terrible thing, and for her sake, I hope she never finds any…

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