I recently re-installed Site-Meter on this blog. I’d had it with Moveable Type, but it didn’t survive the transition. Anyway, about a week ago I decided to rectify that. Apparently I did something different in this install - on the MT blog, I wasn’t able to get anything other than “N/A Unknown” for Site-Meter functions like “By Referrals”, “World Map”, or “Locations.” However, with this new install, all of those functions work. It’s fun and interesting.

Today I knew I was heading for a storm. Looking at the “by Referrals”, I noticed someone had used this blog’s search function to look for “Franchise” and “Steve.” (I suspect … well, I won’t say.) Perhaps unsurprisingly — my comments on Steve have not of late been kind — when I went to gather my money to check out tonight, I found my drop-box filled with the buffalo sauce we use for hot wings.

(Steve worked today at the time the searches were done, and the only internet-capable computer is in Greg’s office under lock and key, so I know he didn’t do the search.)

Anyway, I’d been dropping money, checks, and credit card slips in through the money slot all night. I hadn’t noticed. Everything in the box was soaked and stained. Thankfully, I had enough cash in my wallet to cover my meager earnings for the night (it was slow), and Zebulon was stuck getting the sauce-stained currency for his night deposit. Poor bastard.

I’ll say one thing: whoever counts his deposit at the bank tomorrow is going to get a case of the munchies.

Oh, one other thing: I work with a bunch of five year olds.

In a government that seems more power-hungry (or inept, take your pick) by the day, this is a pretty scary story about encroaching fascism. I hope this gets voted down, or better yet, laughed out of Indiana’s capital building.

If not, hey, Maryland’s a beautiful state, and we’re not that far of a drive from Indiana. Relatively.

HT: Jenn’s Journal

*UPDATE*

Oh, good, the stupid fascist got a clue.

Well, maybe not.

Still, it seems like the animals in Sweden are determined to fight back, and why shouldn’t they? Might be something worth considering. Helmets, I mean.

Didn’t SNL already learn their lesson?

And does Ashlee Simpson really have that much of a career, anymore?

Driving home on I-83 from the final, I noticed to my left a man in a silver sedan. He was eating, which is usually enough for me to desire to run said individuals off the road, because generally eating + driving = stupidity.

But he was eating Chinese food and I started getting hungry - I haven’t eaten anything yet today, no breakfast, no lunch. General Tso’s would be a nice reward, I think, for my score on the test.

And then it clicked to me as to how it was I knew he was eating Chinese food.

He was using chopsticks.

And I was in so much awe I forgot to be pissed.

I’m off to shower and then down to the city for my Terminology Final. It’s at one, which is good, because I’ve still got some studying to do. Mind you, I can tell you the medical terms for ten different kinds of urination, I just keep forgetting the proper word for a moving clot inflaming a vein. Actually, I think its thromoboitis, but there’s a spelling curve (thankfully).

*UPDATE*

Going into the final, I knew I needed a minimum of 5 points to pass the course. However, a minimum of 14 was required to pass the final, and passing the final is a requirement to passing the course. I passed with an 18/20, giving me a 93 for the class. I now have a nice certificate with my name on it, and an invitation to the advanced course this winter.

… when they’re coming full speed at you on Warren Road, the section of that road right after the Merryman Mill’s bridge, which is very narrow and winding. And their lights and sirens are on and you slam on your brakes because you were going a tad fast, and you’re trying to tuck over to the side (what side?) as best as possible and they’re like, “Fuck you if we hit you, we’re keep going!” And then they’re gone and you’re like, “Good Dear Gosh, what the fuck in Jacksonville is going on so important?”

Probably some old lady has a racoon on her porch.