Day: March 6, 2002

  • Ch- ch- ch- ch- Changes…

    You may have noticed that I’ve rolled the work from the test page directly into the main site. This has the benefit of improving appearance and performance as well as freeing me to experiment with the deeper levels of code without worrying about losing the cosmetic changes I’ve been tinkering with so far.

    I also took a step that should have been unnecessary. I moved the database to a server that’s much more stable than my capricious little workstation at the office. Performance may improve or it may degrade, but at least if I reboot Zero I don’t have to worry about losing the whole website when it happens.

  • Just Can’t Get Enough Spam

    Spam. If you have an email address, you’re already a victim. Maybe you’re thinking to yourself, though, that you just don’t see enough spam in your daily email.

    Yeah, right. Anyway, you need to see this. It’s cute and clever.

  • Providing basic site functionality for, oh, ten minutes now

    Sometimes I wonder why I bother pretending to know what I’m doing. Case in point: Did you know that the “Print” and “Send” links were totally and completely useless until about fifteen minutes ago? It took me five minutes to fix them both to my satisfaction.

    To be accurate, it took me almost five minutes to fix the “Send” page. The “Print” page took almost no time at all. The “Send” page required me to make all of the code changes that I’ve done to the main “Journal” page in order for it to look at least remotely correct.

    I suppose that website building involves a lot of trial and error. In my case, it seems to involve error and error. At least it’s working now, dammit.

  • Things That Get You In Trouble, episode #13

    Sometimes I just can’t resist taking advantage of an opportunity to do something completely silly and reprehensible. And thus…

    And I quote:

    While advertising as a form of support for independent Web sites has proven about as effective as sugar-frosted dental floss, the Web still manages to serve as a massively multiplayer open mic night for many the aspiring writer/artist/poet/revolutionary. The reason for this is simple: money and fame have historically been a less powerful motivator for creative types than the prospect of receiving oral sex — or at the very least, offers of oral sex — from total strangers.

    That’s why we at the Brunching Shuttlecocks are introducing the Oral Sex Donation System. We believe that, by making it easy for donators of oral sex and recipients of oral sex to reach each other, we can guarantee the continuing creative vitality of the Web.

    Laugh. It’s funny. I’m not serious. Wendi would kill me, repeatedly. With a dull blade.

    The Brunching Shuttlecocks