I'm sitting here playing Sweeth Tooth (the pogo.com version of Bejeweled), and I can barely keep my eyes open.

If I was anymore bored I'd be dead.

Last night I broke down and saw Legally Blonde.

Yes, I know, that ranks up there with Dude, Where's My Car?, as far as the respect I earn.

But really, it wasn't bad. It was incredibly stupid and mindless, and pretty predictable, but sometimes, you want to see a movie like that (Does anyone remember Clueless?) So... if you're bored and have $7 extra bucks lying around (more in different areas of the country), go see it.

If nothing else, I'll still respect you in the morning, even if you don't respect yourself.

I'm so cool, I can blow air out my EAR.

Let's hear it for perforated eardrums, and 10 ml bottles of antibiotics that cost $80.

I'm 25, and falling apart.

Evidently, I'm not cool enough to be linked from certain other blogs.
(that's ok, neither is Beth. And usually Nathan.)

I guess we're just not hardcore enough. *cough*

That's ok. Put together we're cooler than anyone!

GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I'm fuming, and over the most stupid stuff.

Ok, when I write my code at work, I work very hard on it. I make sure it works in both IE and Netscape. I set up modules so that menus and such are all pulled from one local source. I make my code neat and clean. Yes, this might "just" be HTML, but dammit, it's good HTML (with a good deal of Cold Fusion thrown in.) Not only does what's on the screen work, but the code behind all that is solid.

So... it bugs me when people mess with my code. It bugs me ever more when they mess with it when they have no earthly clue what they're doing. The stuff I worked very hard to set up is demolished, with a simple copy and paste. All the dynamic-ness of the site is gone. And all the work I put into making something look GOOD is pointless. I have a degree in advertising, and at least some knack for visual design.

How could this have been avoided? By a simple phone call.. "I need to do this to the code. How should I do it?" by the offending party. Or.. "I added something to this page. How does it look?" I take great pride in having the stuff I do be accurate and attractive.

I realize that this web design stuff is a group effort, and that's fine. I am probably a little too picky about who touches what. It offends my ego, I'll admit. But it also sets me back awhile, and I have to get stuff off of a tape backup, and getting someone to do that for me is like pulling teeth.

All I'm asking for is a little thoughtfulness put behind what's done. Is that too much to ask?

And my ankle hurts.

Dammit.

Beth was my 2000th visitor. She rocks.

I'm sleepy. I don't rock.

Thank you, to whomever made my blogger ad-free! I appreciate it. :)

I was visitor number 1999 to my blog. Who will be the 2000th???? Only time will tell.

Matthew Davis.

Happy?

hehe.

Don't click on this unless you want to see my bruised and icky ankle.

The joys of a digital camera. I can be twisted and put pictures of injured bodyparts on the web!

I have sprained my ankle.

Not just a little, "Oh, I twisted my ankle" sprain, but a serious, "Do I need to go the ER sprain?"

I was playing soccer on Tuesday night when I hurt it. I was going for the ball, with a couple other people around. I heard a "POP!", and realized, "Hey, I need to get off of the field right now." No one seemed to realize this with me, so I limped off the field and Katie, my sub, came on. I get to the bench, pull off my shoe, shinguard, and sock on my right foot, and low and behold, my ankle has swollen 3 times its normal size in 30 seconds. Seeing that made me start hyperventilating (which is the worst thing ever.) I was afraid I was going to faint.. finally, I got laid down on the bench, with ice on my ankle, and was able to regain some composure. When it came time for me to get up and leave (a half hour later, we were at the end of the first half when I heard the "POP!"), I got very nauseated. I was in shock, almost, I guess. I made it out to my car, and Sam, who's part owner of the company I work for, drove my car home for me (with his son following.)

At home, I dug out my trusty crutches (left over from a bout with a broken toe about four years ago), and have been using them since. I went to the doctor yesterday, and it looks like just a sprain, but I have to wait until I get the results of my X Ray back to know for sure (later today). I might also have to get an MRI to make sure I didn't rip a ligament or something. Eh. Who knows. It's just a pain not to be able to do stuff for myself.

So everyone send me good healthy ankle wishes.

Oh, Anastasia's been sick, but thanks to the miracle of modern drugs she's doing much better (amoxicillin, the same pink stuff we all used to get when we were little.. Man, I love that stuff. They should make Amoxicillin flavored milkshakes. I'd be all over them.) Her fever's gone down, and she's back to her playful self. I also have to give her kitty laxative, but it's easy, I just catch her and put some on her paw, and she licks it off. Evidently, after she had her last round of vacinnations, she developed what I can only describe as a tic.. she licked herself obsessively, sometimes. That gave her a hairball, and made her sick (I think her infection's probably actually in her colon. Eww.) But she's doing better, and that makes me happy.

Ok, just a note. And I'm almost scared to say it:

I didn't find anything all that special about Catcher in the Rye.
Eh, maybe I read it too late in life, when I already had things figured out for myself. It was alright, but I didn't find it life-changing.

That's all.

Friday night, I was a mere 12 feet away Keanu Reeves. No, not on the screen, but on a stage, playing with his band, Dogstar. It was an interesting experience. Aimee really wanted to go, and I said I'd go with her (and she didn't forget), so Friday after work we headed for the big ol' city of Cincinnati. We had a quick dinner with Jay at the Florence Mall (and saw cute little baby skunks), and then we drove to Bogart's. The entire time, Aimee was in a hurry.. "Are you sure we have time for dinner?", etc. We get to Bogart's, and Aimee's like, "Do...you.. uh... wanna walk to Kroger or something?" She was ashamed to go in. hehe. I said, "No, let's just go in, so we can get a good space." We enter the venue, and there's already people standing in front of the stage, five deep. We move up, and pick ourselves out a spot. The crowd was 90% female (Gee, I wonder why.) The opening band failed to impress me. Too southern-rockie, and really, I didn't come to hear music. I came to see Keanu Reeves. So finally, Dogstar takes the stage. I was surprised. They weren't bad at all. Kinda Gin Blossoms/Goo-Goo Dolls stuff. I mean, Keanu Reeves certainly wouldn't be a professional musician if it weren't for his acting career. It was kinda funny to watch him concentrate so hard on that bass. He was decent enough, though. He didn't sing, only the lead singer did that. You have to kinda feel bad for the guy. He's putting all this time and effort into his music, and the venue's full of trampy 20/30-something's there to gawk at Keanu. Then again, if you're in a band with Keanu Reeves, you gotta expect that. Keanu did his best to stay in the background, but a few times he gave that goofy grin that makes you think, "Wow, I'm 12 feet away from Keanu Reeves right now." Otherwise, I don't think I'd see him onstage and think, "Whoa, he's hot." He was in need of a shave (a little past "cute scruffy", closer to "homeless man who hasn't seen a razor in a month"). Overall, it was a neat experience, an exercise in sociology, if nothing else. Women aren't nearly as aggressive as men in a crowd (there was no pushing from behind when Dogstar came on stage, or anything), but I could have bitchslapped the girls that snaked through the back of crowd with their four or so friends to the front row. I tried to block one, but the little snot got past me. I hate it when people cut in line. The sixth grade patrol in me wants to say, "NO CUTTING! GET BACK IN LINE!" and report them (note: when I was a patrol in sixth grade, I never reported one person, whereas others reported people every day.)

I also wanted to kill Aimee during the show. For years now, she's been spitting out her gum indiscriminately (always outside). I've always said, "Someday, you're going to step in it, and I'm going to laugh." Anyhow, I gave her a piece of gum in the car, and when she was ready to spit it out, she just spit it on the floor of Bogart's. Guess who stepped in it? ALL NIGHT LONG? Yes, me. That's right. Luckily, it came off my shoe pretty much as soon as we ventured out on the pavement, outside.

Lesson: NEVER SPIT YOUR GUM OUT AROUND MY FEET.

Lesson 2: Keanu Reeves is cute, a passable musician, but I'd pick Jay over him anyday. :)

OK, so it's been awhile since I posted.

Since my last entry, I've gone to Dollywood/Gatlinburg, my mom's visited, and we've looked for Jay an apartment. (and we will find him one! :)

I saw A.I. on Friday. I have never cried so hard at a movie in my entire life. It was embarassing. I thought it was a really great film. I recommend it for everyone.
I then had a few strawberry daquiris after the movie. I had been craving a strawberry daquiri, and Ruby Tuesday's makes a yummy one. Mmm. Strawberries. I could live on them.

Tomorrow is July 4th. It is special for several reasons.
1) It is my mommy's 55th birthday!
2) It's Independence Day
3) It means I have no work and get to sleep in!
YAY!

On the Saturday when my mom was visit, we saw Neil Gaimain read from American Gods at Joseph-Beth Bookstore here in Lexington. It was very entertaining, and he's a funny guy with a nice stage presence. We didn't stay for the signing (it looked like we'd be there quite awhile), but I was happy to be able to get to hear him read. Hopefully, someday I'll see Terry Pratchett. I'll wait 10 million hours if I have to, to get Terry Pratchett to sign stuff. :) At least I'll have Craig as company. hehe.

Tori Amos' tour dates are going to be announced soon. Maybe that's what Mr. Bush's tax refund will go towards... tickets! And paying off bills, too. *mutter* Stupid bills. I don't know how I feel about Tori's new album Strange Little Girls, though. It's all covers, of songs sung from a male, often misogynist viewpoint. She's supposed to be the characters being sung about. It'll be interesting. Mr. Gaiman said he was writing a lot of stuff for the liner. That'll be pretty neat. But.. Tori covering an Eminem song? I just don't know. Regardless, I'll listen to it with an open mind. :) I think I'll download the originals and give them a listen.

Only 25 more days until Jay's done with DHL (a job he despises.) This is a countdown timer that Bobby wrote for me in Cold Fusion. (I modified it the tiniest bit. hehe. Not much, though.)

Turn around, bright eyes.