SKerwin: January 2004 Archives

It Must Be Nice To Be Evil


First off: I despise my roommate. He's an ill-mannered drunken slob, and if he dropped dead of a wasting disease I doubt I'd shed a tear.

I was back home this weekend, working on something that necessitates being on the far side of the fascist uber-firewall that this so-called school has inflicted on me, and during my abscence the apartment was, to engage in a rather heinous act of understatement, trashed. Apparently there was quite a bit of partying going on this weekend.

I say 'partying' rather than the more simple 'partying' because in this context 'partying' means unwanted drunken goings-on rather than the more traditional definition concerning the particple form of enjoyable festivities.

Anyway, apparently our resident whomever (R.A.? R.M.? Something...) had words with HellRoommate. I had a brief discussion with The Man today, and it was made quite clear in a distinctly subtextual fashion that well-phrased testimony could start us all down the path to removing the unwanted element.

Sounds great, right?

Thing is, I'd feel guilty. There's no rational reason for guilt; he clearly has it ('it' meaning eviction and several other inconveniently complex forms of karma) coming. He's not the sort of... 'individual'... for whom I should feel compassion.

It must be nice to be evil. Lex Luthor would've had this bum out of here months ago. Sigh.

You've Got To Be Crazy...


...It's too late to be sane.

Terror Alert Level

It Is Tired And I Am Late


Two more themes. One is minimalistic and is my response to comments about the tulip theme being too complicated, while the other is frivolous and amuses me greatly.

The second would be a lot more accurate if there were some mechanism in CSS to reorder elements - you'll notice I've put the date headers on the title bars for each post, but any long-time slashdotter will know that's not right. Hopefully there'll be something like this in CSS4...?

It seems like it should be possible; within and XML structure of a blog it would make sense for any attribute of a post (date, poster, title, body) to appear in any order - and if I remember my XML correctly, there's really no way for a schema to enforce any particular (preferred?) ordering. Here's hoping something like this shows up someday.

Unfortunately, most everything appears to break under IE5/Win, and most of my stylesheets are subtly wrong in IE5/Mac. And I have no info on IE6/Win anymore.

Ah well.

Don't Forget Your Hardhat


Minor renovations underway. You might notice a few changes, the most interesting of which would surely be the alternate stylesheet selectors.

Currently, the net upshot is that you can read my blog and pretend you're reading Meaghan's blog. Which is really the best of both worlds, because she's a far more interesting person while I'm a far better writer. I've often said that if our parents had had a single child he or she would've been far happier and much more well-adjusted - even though the gender confusion would've been tough on the poor hypothetical kid.

Sooner or later (probably later, as there are still some kinks to work out) this exciting new feature will propagate over to Her Highness's blog, where the heavier usage and wider variety of browsers will promptly break everything and probably cause the server to either explode or just quit and retire to Mexico.

Isn't it good to know I have this all planned out?

There'll also be some sort of an hideously-ugly, no-frills, black-on-white theme, which will hopefully placate Her Highness's visitors of a mystical bent. Damned whiners.

Yes, a Lot of Those Words Aren't Words


At one point I had a CGI rigged up that would get interesting stuff for the current day from the UNIX holiday/history files and display it inline (if you're curious, check it out), but I really can't come up with a good use for it. It would be kinda nifty to have the interesting events for every post attached, but I'm not sure how to make MT do that. I suppose it would be possible to add an include directive to the end of every post in the template and then modify the CGI to take the posting date as an argument, but I'm not really sure my poor server could handle that. It's old and sickly. It coughs a lot, at the very least, though I suppose that could be attributed to hypochondria. It's a big problem with webservers, trust me.

The source of this useless is rambling is the end of the Christmas season, and the realization that I've gotten so used to seeing the little Christmas hat on my sigil up in the top-left that the little guy seems bland without it. I guess I'm going to have to come up with little doohickeys (the technical term) for various holidays and pseudoholidays and arrange a CGI script to automagically insert them.

Sigh. Sounds like a lot of work.

As long as I'm making a to-do list, I also need to fix the comment preview and error template for Her Highness's blog, and probably my own as well, not - that - that's - really - an - issue - cause - unlike - Meaghan - I - don't - get - any - comments - cause - nobody - loves - me - but - I - don't - care - cause - I'm - generally - an - antisocial - bastard.

Well Then


I suspect I'm about to get far more traffic than I really want.

Her highness has moved in, and I suspect most of her friends are bright enough to wonder what precisely she's a subdomain of.

Hello, new visitors. Welcome to the Skirwan's weblog. I mostly go by Sean 'round here, and I rant and ramble and very rarely make much sense. The title's in Latin, the writing's inscrutable, and the author's insane.

Now go away. And don't come back.

Risk is a Fun Game


As could be attested to by anyone who knows me or has spoken to me briefly or has sat next to me on a bus (yeah, like I'd ride a bus...), my not-so-secret ambition in life is rapid world conquest followed by peaceful world domination. My vision for the future is one in which my benign and benevolent dictatorship has ended all world problems and placed large marble statues of myself in most larger parks.

As you can no doubt imagine, this whole 'war on terror' thing kinda puts a damper on that. Apparently world domination is some kind of a frickin' taboo now. Go figure.

Anyway. I've been thinking, and you know what? World domination would be, to use the technical term, a huge fucking pain in the ass. So to hell with it. You bastards don't deserve my iron-fisted rule, any more than you deserve the utopian paradise that would no doubt result from my watchful eye and fervent desire to erase Barney the dinosaur from the annals of history.

And I mean that literally. Upon taking final control I would set up a small section of the world, say, Japan, as a research lab devoted to advanced temporal manipulation technology, with the singular goal of erasing that thrice-damned satan-spawned purple extinct menace from the history of time. That, and maybe trying to bring a young copy of Barbara Eden into the present. Because, you know, she was hot back in the day. I'm just sayin'.

So this is the end. No longer shall I seek to follow in the footsteps of great men like Lex Luthor, Doctor Evil, or The Brain -- Except, obviously, I would only be following in their footsteps up to a point, and then, you know extrapolating onward from there -- instead I shall use my awe-inspiring super powers, like memorizing song lyrics and quoting Ghostbusters, for Good, rather than Evil.

And maybe I'll turn my weapons of mass destruction into Mars probes. It's time somebody competent took a stab at sending something to Mars.

Hey, maybe I could conquer Mars...


Catching Up


Better now. Trying to catch back up with the world after a week in bed.

Which is a tough trick, because I was never really caught up with the world before. Ah well.

I went paintballing last Saturday. A remarkable sport. Really gets the adrenaline flowing. I got shot in the face. I'm struck by the close resemblance between paintball helmets and the helmet the M.C. wears in Halo. Coincidence? I think... probably.