What’s wrong with me?
-spicy banana pepper rings
-hot bbq sauce
I can almost here you retching…I don’t blame you – I was feeling adventuresome — too bad I couldn’t find any marinated olives. It kind of makes running in circles obsolete, doesn’t it?
What have I been doing?
A lot of .htaccess work to get rid of bogus iama-spam-site.com refers.
What am I being neurotic about today?
Actually – I freak on this many days of the week. I leave a comment on somebody’s site late at night — when the brain has stopped functioning — (in the olden days soaked in alcohol, now just suffering from fatigue) — only to wake the next morning and realize how off I was in my ruminations. Something about approaching the witching hour that leads me to spread my synapses across the internets. Then I spend the day squeezing my palms together, actually fretting about something I wrote to someone I don’t even know and will most likely never meet.
It’s not like I’m writing bad things, or snotty things, or insulty type dealy-o’s — it’s just that more often than not — like hearing your own voice recorded — you find yourself recoiling after reading something you wrote when you weren’t fully awares.
For instance — just moments after posting this — I’m slightly concerned about the impression I’m giving when I describe my makeshift experimental sandwich. Please don’t hate me.
What’s my Techie question of the day?
When I 403 somebody — am I succeeding at blocking them from getting at my refer logs? (Probably something I can figure out when I check ‘em tomorrow.)
Looks like they still show up in the access logs – but if you ipwhack ‘em you can keep ‘em out of the referer logs. Pretty geeky, eh?
What am I about to do for the rest of the day?
Hit the books. Studying for the finals next week in my CIS classes. I’m taking two A’s into the homestretch – and don’t wanna slack it.
What am I thinking about as I’m writing this?
Why do I even think anyone would find this remotely interesting?