Coffee makes me twitch.
Smattering of information! Here:
Nerdness: Remember I was talking the other day about a WP plugin that’ll let you incorporate code into posts? Turns out there is an even better one called Raw HTML, which lets you escape your code pretty easily and effectively. This means that, unlike the WP-allow tags plugin (which actually served me pretty well), this one can be evoked on a case-by-case basis and won’t apply to the entirety of the blog. Right on.
But does it work? You betcha:
Dude… why? Just… why? Not a day goes by where I really wished I had learned Hiragana. And now I may never know why these dudes are getting hit in the nuts by … what appears to be a “nut shot machine”… Why the fuck would you make a nut shot machine? I would never be on this gameshow.
Drama: I make girls cry. I didn’t mean to, really. In actuality it wasn’t my fault since I was only a messenger. I guess that doesn’t matter since I was still a bearer of bad news. I probably shouldn’t broadcast this over the internet out of respect to those this situation involved but let’s just say it has something to do with a missing automobile.
Musicianship: I know I started a musician blog already but I have to ask a question to everyone: If one writes enough sets of music in a number of different styles, are those sets still that one person or can they all count as separate solo projects? For instance, I’ve been writing an electronic shoegaze set for forever, a post-punk set only recently, and a folktronic set for ideas that wouldn’t fit into the other two. Those three styles wouldn’t make sense to release under the same name… or would they?
Corporate Life: The reason I’m so hopped up on coffee is from needing to take work home tonight. A lot of people hate being under pressure, but I am actually quite fond of it. No! Seriously, I’m not being sarcastic! I’m of the mindset that if you have too much to do, it suggests that you have a lot of opportunities to accomplish just as much.
And this is weird for me, because I was totally not an over-achievers in school. My grades prove it.
January: I realize that this is your last ditch effort to screw up my life by making it difficult for not just me but those around me, but you will not succeed if I can do anything about it.
And now I have a bloody nose. What the hell…?
