one of our relatives passed away last night. obviously i'm upset by it, but he had a particularly nasty form of cancer, was in his eighties and had lived a good and full life, so it's not so bad. he's far from the pain now, and that's gotta count for something. but it got me thinking; apart from putting the whole fear of mortality into me once again, i've started to muse over the ceremonial side of things. when you take a step back and look at it from a clinical perspective, the whole tradition of gathering around a bunch of people in black that you probably don't like to either burn or bury the body of someone you know in a wooden box just seems so freaking bizarre. to be honest, i try not to think about it. i know little to nothing about how death is handled in other cultures, so enlighten me (and possibly everyone else).

yes, there's no better way to unwind after a long week or two of pure coding than by, uh, coding some more? so i rewrote more of the site's underbelly, mostly because it was bugging me and i worked out a cool way to make it cleaner. you won't notice any changes, but i sure will. i'm like that. elftor is one of the few web comics i read these days, so it makes this new fusion all the cooler: fusion: elftor i'd add a disclaimer about the violence and gore contained within, but this is waferbaby. we have pictures of pixelated men sexoring pigs.

after enough requests, i've caved in and added a feed for this news page. you guys are fucking crazy, but i guess that's why i love you.

i'm exhausted, which is amusing when you realise that i've hardly moved around all day; i have to get this site that we're building finished before tomorrow morning so we can present it to the client. i'm almost done, but i figure i'll still be up most of the night, so i popped in to my cafe and with impeccable timing arrived just before they closed. not only did i fill up my mug, but i stayed around to chit chat and watch them clean up. now you're probably thinking that, for you at least, there's probably nothing more boring than watching a bunch of people clean up a cafe at the end of the day. but, what with me being me and all, i was totally fascinated; i've never actually worked in a job that involved being in direct contact with the public, nor have i worked in the food industry (my first real job was in a dental warehouse, for fuck's sake). it's strange that i've never given it a second thought; i had no idea that it was so involved to clean out a food-related workplace, or rather, i'd just never bothered to stop and think about it. i mean, why would i have? i'm going there for coffee, not some damn hygeine lesson. on the same train of thought, i asked them if it's difficult to appear so polite and happy the whole time you're at work, and as i expected they all said yes. that's yet another thing i take for granted; the whole staff being courteous when you're ordering thing. i'm a big fan of the little details. could you tell? so, my fine feathered friends, i suggest that next time you go out for a coffee, introduce yourself to your barista, your waitress, or your chef, and then come back here and tell us all what sort of a reaction you get. it's all about spreading the love, baby. and i mean spreading.

i really should be sleeping, so i'll make this quick, but congratulations are the order of the morning; to elftor for turning one today, and to sikuri for becoming the 1000th mybaby user. whee!

it's raining. it started raining today when the sun was out in full effect, being all sun-like and warm, and yet it was pissing down like godzilla with a full bladder, and it hasn't let up since. moving right along. you'll want to be sure to check out the brand spanking new fusion episode by my good friend emily; all the kids will be talking about it! fusion: potato's dream it's one of those busy weeks with lots of paid work to do and little waferbaby time to be had, but i'll manage to sneak some in. i always do.

you may remember him from such simpsons voices as mister burns, smithers, principal skinner, reverend lovejoy, ned flanders and about a bazillion others; the corner monkey sits down with harry shearer for a bit of a chat. corner: harry shearer, on the simpsons and voice acting. today's soccer match was awesome (it gets better every week!); our team won 3-0, i think. at one point during the game i managed to kick amy very very very very very hard in the shin; my first major damage inflicted during a match. sorry about that, amy.

now that i'm happy with the new baby syndication stuff, i'm rewriting the feed tool to be much more reusable, as you do. if anyone is keen to check out the code (which is a php class), then let me know; if there's enough demand, i may just release it properly - honestly, it's not that big a deal, but it makes my life easier. nothing can stop me now. yay, soccer soon! i'm all pumped up and way too hyper - this morning i took one of my own mugs over to my cafe and they filled it with their steaming, sexy brew. rrowr! it's kind of scary: i know their coffee so well now that i'm able to tell which barista made it just by the taste. i shit you not. would i shit you? shit no. no shit. also, it turns out that my cafe is also frenzal rhomb's favourite cafe. there you go.

nothing is as amusing as inebriated boys; we hung out at the duke hotel tonight, and half of us talked about immigration and the politics thereof while the others talked about dimples and some sort of deeply repressed homosexuality, from the sounds of it. but i digress. i can't remember being this happy in a long, long time; work is going well, i've been pretty damn healthy (touch wood, so to speak), i have awesome friends, and i'm actually being social and going out of the house and so on. look out, i'm getting all personal and misty. please note the exits to the front and rear of the craft. now that i think of it, it's unusual for me to be both single and very, very happy, but hey, there you have it. maybe i'm growing up? mmmmmmmm. so anyhow, how about that web-related stuff with all of those things with the thingie? way to deflect getting too personal there, daniel. why thank you, daniel! i should sleep, because we're playing soccer tomorrow, but i really like this song, so i do believe i will sit here and shake my little white butt just a little bit more.

hi. so i've actually been out and about, and stuff. weird, huh? life is good, and i love my friends. hopefully you're all having as good a weekend as i am.

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