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Peyote.
A friend pointed out to me that I am referenced in a blog parody on .Mac.
Google Error.
Here’s an error you don’t see everyday:...
Deer-Ended.
While doing 80+ mph on the highway last week returning from my in-laws, a whole gaggle of deer (alright, three) popped out onto the freeway about 50 feet ahead of me. I reacted quickly enough to slow down to around...
Area Code.
The girl at the front counter needs to bring up my account before I get started.
For the Bird.
A bird took flight from the shoulder of the road on my left, and collided with my windshield right directly in front of me.
Debugging.
Wherein I recount my futile quest to properly install a satellite dish, and the miracule that was to follow.
Grab the wheel -- and that tricky bus door handle.
This is by far the best mental image I've had all day.
Tickled
Here is an effective yet annoying method to get me to register a new account on a site.
It's referer, not referrer.
Imagine my surprise when, while reading Daring Fireball, I come across my own website in his link list for June 26, 2004. I've been working on the design for ad Hominem for only the past week, and it is "live" in only the loosest sense. My wife hasn't even seen this site.