Not to imply that I’m pro-earthquake, of course.
Yes, it woke us up. We had both been dreaming. Anne mumbled “earthquake”. I mumbled “yeah”.
We were asleep again within minutes.
The word “elitist” is getting thrown around a lot lately. People differ on what it means exactly, but everyone agrees that it is a very bad thing to be called. Apparently, all you have to do to win an argument now is call your opponent an elitist. They will immediately shut up and go hide under a barrel, unless they can prove that you are even bigger one than they are.
I’m not sure I have a better handle on what makes someone an elitist than anybody else. But I will say that I now have a clearer picture of what an elitist looks like. That’s because one of them nearly ran me down in the street today.
I was biking home from work on a residential street, occupying my lane as Illinois law requires, when some jerk sped past on my left, then cut me off with a foot to spare. The sedan he was driving was one of those unfortunate triumphs of money over taste, all deep blue glazed-donut finish and way too much chrome. The kind of ride that screams “overcompensation”.
So as he sped away, I saw him very clearly giving me the finger in his rear-view mirror. This is what tipped me off. An elitist! Owner of the public thoroughfares by birthright! Granted the universal right of way by divine fiat! Just in case his driving (and his car) didn’t make his sense of entitlement crystal clear, he highlighted it with his finger.
Eloquent. No wonder he’s one of the elite.
Well, I am not. But I do know how to read a license plate. So right back atcha, Mr. SQX 169, wherever you are.
Apr 132008
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I’ve been sick as a dog this week. Not black lung, but bad enough. Lots of consumption-grade coughing. I always tell people it sounds much worse than it feels, but the truth is it feels pretty rotten. After a whole winter of working with people who kept coming down with all kinds of nasty respiratory infections, I finally met a bug that my immune system couldn’t fight off. I feel like I’m at the tail end of it, though.
I haven’t gotten much done on my design for benchilada‘s new site. He has seen the latest version and liked it, though. There are a few little tweaks I need to finish, but we are getting very close. If we can roll out benchilada.net by the mid-May, I’ll be a happy guy. We still have to find Ben a good reliable webhost, though.
Haven’t gotten too much done on this site this week either. I’ve decided to leave the front page as static html for now. I want to use subdirectories to test out various CMS installations. I have a feeling that if I did the whole site in WordPress, it might not work too well if I tried to install Drupal in the same directory. So for now, the blog, the Drupal test and whatever else I want to play with will all live in their own separate cubbyholes.
I am happy with the port of the newtonbigelow.com stylesheet to WordPress. I’ve got them looking nearly identical. I’m not happy with the text-rendering that IE does in the header, so I will probably use the image file from the home page in the blog. That means I have to do a little jiggery-pokery with the css so the title text doesn’t pop up over the image. Not too hard, but a bit of a pain.
To ease my pain, I’ll go read the latest installment of Freak Angels, the free weekly online comic by Warren Ellis and Paul Duffield. I’m enjoying it thoroughly so far. For a post-apocalyptic fantasy featuring telepathic mutants (or whatever they are), it’s actually quite charming.