Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Regarding Veblen:

“It makes me cry how much I love that band. I have to leave now, before I implode from the greatness of Veblen.”

Go see Veblen tonite at AMF (Athens) in Round 3 of Battle of the Bands!

So when taking Jessica home this morning, we saw a deer, like 30 feet up ahead with plenty of time to stop.

She starts talking about how they play a game in her family about pointing out deer, and then she says, “But the deer that you hit is the one you don't see. The one that jumps right out in front of you.”

So of course, on my way back, what jumps right into my path but a deer. Good thing I was going really slow and keeping a close watch. I slammed on the brakes and it trotted on across the road.

2½ feet away from something semi-serious happening, ya'll. My life is endlessly exciting.

From the AIM room “one oh six west orgy”: Read More »

Ben Harper, Walk Away

  oh no here comes that sun again
  that means another day without you my friend
  and it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself
  and it hurts even more to have to be with somebody else

    and it's so hard to do and so easy to say
    but sometimes sometimes you just have to walk away

  with so many people to love in my life
  why do i worry about one
  but you put the happy in my ness
  you put the good times into my fun

    and it's so hard to do and so easy to say
    but sometimes sometimes you just have to walk away...

If you've never stood at the side of 316 at 10:00 at night and tried to get an unstartable car to start, boy howdy are you missing out.

Jessica called me because she ran out of gas (or that's what we thought at the time) and me and Dad headed out to bring her some.

Only first, the Volvo overheated to such astronomical proportions that I coasted down the atlanta highway and then made an illegal turn into a gas station to get a drink for my car. Poor Bruno (name of the Volvo). We almost broke him.

The irony. Read More »

It's not because I have a lot of time on my hands.

It's because PHP is driving me, literally, up the wall.

To relieve stress we now have likenesses of “my people”:
Sarah Shawn

Courtney Milton

Jessica Will

Sam Steve

This is not an exact science, okay? Just for fun.

I'm so happy I actually got tired of that. I don't have to worry about getting addicted to it then. :)

I tried taking all instances of the upload out of the PHP scripts and it still doesn't work, so something else is afoot... that's what is driving my mad. I can't find it and niether can the fine people at Site Point.

I have like 2 weeks to get this whole stupid thing running. I'm disliking my “job” very much right now.

I'm on too much caffiene and too little fun. Plus I miss certain people. But that doesn't really have anything to do with the job.

Yeah.

Anyway, move along. Nothing to see here folks.

WOW.

Everyone needs to go get Ad-Aware. Now.

I just ran it on my laptop (because I keep getting popup ads when surfing sites I had built, so I knew that couldn't be right...) and it detected, get this:

168 Components.

I was able to exclude like, 17 of them, meaning that there were 151 cookies and programs that I didn't even know about sitting on my computer, trying to feed me ads.

Crazy.

Ad-Aware is like a virus scanner except better. Number 1, the price can't be beat. It's free. Number 2, I have yet to ever detect anything with McAfee and and running this this once allowed me to clear all kinds of crap off my computer. Rock.

Things about the Internet I do not understand:

Neopets.

Tag boards.

Doll sites.

{Edit: when researching “Doll sites” to link to for the entry, I kinda got caught up and made my own doll:

It's supposed to be my likeness. Studded jeans, drink in hand, that kind of thing?

Now I'm disappointed in myself....}

P.S. I ::heart:: Movable Type. It is making it way too easy to update this thing.

Once you have a webcam, you seriously start to think that someone is watching you everytime you sit down at a computer. So everytime you, for instance, drink water, or put eyedrops in your eyes, or starting picking your teeth or something, you look around for four seconds, thinking “I should turn the cam off.” until you remember that there isn't even a camera at this computer. Dolt.

(Or at least that's the way it happens to me...)

A certain band has picked maybe the worst host ever for thier new site. They should have picked this one, this one, or this one. They are all cheaper and have waaaay more features. And don't make you learn ASP. ASP is icky.

(This one is still my favorite. I ::heart:: my host.)

For the record, I did sleep last night kids. Dreamt of rockstars and things.

Time to find some breakfast.

Tonight at 106 West Purple Stain (a local Winder favorite) played one final show. Purple Stain is like contempory christian set to funky porn background music, occasionally broken up by hard rock and bad rap. Yeah.

Milton and I exchanged these comments on a pad of paper:

Jenna: “Damn Jesus Music.”

Milton: “Jesus + Rapping White Boy + Hardcore Porn Music = Purple Stain”

Jenna: “Jesse = such a whore”

Milton: “Good thing this is a reunion or it might just be sad.”

But the absolute best one was out loud: Read More »

I'm supporting the “community”. Check, check:

Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Athens, Georgia, University of Georgia, Jenna, Female, 16-20!

Check out the cute icon too:

Awwww.....

For an explaination of this nuttiness, click here.

Music: Better Than Ezra, Beautiful Mistake

So I lied.

C'mon kids, you knew I couldn't stay away. I bet you were even taking bets on how long I could hold out.

The answer: not very long. A matter of hours, almost. It's like telling myself not to just made the addiction worse.

I installed Movable Type, so now you have a fancy layout, archives, the works. This is a way to start over. If you must have them, you can still find every one of the first 80 entries here, however, I am leaving them behind for now. Too much craziness, too much fiery emotion and too much work. (Only fellow webmasters will understand the pain of doing all the html navagation by hand.)

Anyway, what better way to christen the new journal than with a nice, light survey, brought to you by none other than Sam. Read More »