Number of blue screens of death: 3
Number of proposed navigational stuctures gone: 7
Number of hours zapped into computer nowhere land: 3
(And today is really a much better day than yesterday. Trust me on that one.)

I finished (for now, anyway) my Iceland site, although I have a bit more Photoshop work to do and could stand to optimize a few photos. Being the selfish person that I am, I didn’t give a rip about how fast the site loads since it is, after all, a photo album filled with lots of photos. You know what you’re getting yourself into, babe.

Afer re-reading a few things, I realized that I’ve been sounding a bit … well, bitchy lately. I’m really not. Although I tend to generally write these entries after my computer has crashed.

Wowie. Today has been so “issuey.” Like, it’s April and it’s supposed to be nice out but it’s only 30 degrees so I can’t figure out what to wear and change clothes three times this morning (all outfits requiring ironing). And then since it’s so damned cold there’s frost on the roof of my car and being who I am decide to put my full coffee mug on top of the car just so I can let it slide right off and watch freshly brewed Southern Pecan Blue Monday coffee spill all over the parking lot. To make things worse, my computer at work decides to crash by just turning itself off all by its lonesome. Honest. I was just sitting there typing. And to top it off, the network decides that I’m a space hog and declares there’s no more room for my work even though all I did was organize the shared drive and not create all the documents in it. So, it’s time to go home. Things will be better there.

This entry has been a tribute to Matt Haughey who, in his recollections on SXSW (no, I didn’t go) wishes that weblog authors might give the longer, more personal format a try. (I’m sure, Matt, that my above kvetch isn’t what you were talking about. But oh well.)

The stupid childhood stories on {fray} just keep getting better and better. Ryan at long-last confessed the “there’s a Lego up my nose” story.

Yesterday, while reading an article about Derek Powazek, I was introduced to his site {fray} (although I’m sure I’ve seen the site before but paid no attention to it because I had no idea what it was). Anyway. Write it. (I did.) Read it. And love it.

This morning as I stepped from my car and walked to the office, I noticed the faint scent of ozone in the air. Not from rain, mind you — but snow.Another time killer for the day: www.superbad.com.

Oh no! There are more! I had no idea this was such a phenomenon!

Hey, how much fun is this?! I liked playing with the wiggly worm the best. (I felt kinda mean throwing him around the screen like that.)

The project I’ve been working on for the past few weeks is finally live. I’m starting to feel a bit like Barney … or maybe that purple Teletubby …

I once knew an entire hockey team with hair like this, aka “The Safety Cut.” Thanks, Mike.

Well folks, mission accomplished. The domain name has been purchased. For upcoming episodes of this continuing saga, watch this space. Wink wink nudge nudge. The result of my purchase? The search for a web hosting service has now begun. You, too, could take this nifty quiz to determine which host will meet your needs. (If only I knew what the hell they were all talking about.)

What amazes me (and I know it shouldn’t) is that my computer and VCR set themselves ahead one hour all by themselves.And what really amazes me more is how many emails I need to respond to. If I haven’t responded to your email and it requires that I do so, allow me to apologize. I’m working on it. Really. (Even the message in my box dated November 24, 1999.)

Hooray! Lance’s email machinery is up and running again — so we lucky subscribers got seven (count ‘em, seven!) “Overheards” in our inboxes tonight! I’ve got to start eavesdropping more.

I must not forget to set my clock ahead one hour tonight.A two-teaspoon dosage of Robitussin lasts exactly as long as the bottle says it will. And no longer, dammit.

Finally saw Boys Don’t Cry this afternoon. I don’t think I’ve been so sad in a long, long time.

Ideas for my Iceland photo site are germinating. So tonight I messed around with Zing and generated a 36-picture album of my three-day trip to Reykjavik. I didn’t caption any of the photos … I’ll save that for when I create the real thing.