CHANGE YOUR LINKS.

Seriously, go on. I know it's a big hassle, but it only takes about a minute. I promise.

Try it.

You'll like it.

[Listening to: I Dare You To Move - Switchfoot - Learning to Breath (4:07)]

WOOT!

In case you were checking out the new site, you may have noticed the template was a bit wonky. It's fixed now, so stop on by, leave a comment or something.

Oh, and I've got my third interview with SBC tomorrow. Think good thoughts around 3 pm.

TEMPLATE WOES ARE FIXED (OR AT LEAST, GETTING THERE)

For those brave souls that have been trying to view my new blog in Internet Explorer, it's at least readable now, thanks to a new template. Now, if I can just get that pesky sidebar to end up on *the side* and not at the bottom, I'd be all set.

SO LONG, FAREWELL, AUF WIEDERSEHEN GOOD BYE. . .

Good news and, well, Good news, kids.

I got a second interview at SBC tomorrow (at 8:15, ugh.)!!!!

Oh, and even though (or maybe because) I didn't get to sleep until after 6 am today, the new blog is *finally* up and running.

*does the Cabbage Patch*

So, please update your bookmarks to:

http://www.chud2themax.com/main

I'm having a bit of a technical snafu, however: I can't get the page to view correctly in Internet Explorer. I've shot off an email to the template designer, and hopefully, we'll have it all cleared up by the end of the day today. At this point, I'd suggest viewing it in Mozilla Firebird, which, has become my browser of choice these days, anyway.

Also, if you're looking for your site in my blogroll, it's now listed under http://www.chud2themax.com/feeds, then "blogroll, simplified."

[Listening to: Timothy - Jet - Get Born (4:32)]

I'M SURPRISED IT LASTED THIS LONG.

John Stamos, wife Rebecca Romijn separate

[Listening to: Company Car - Switchfoot - New Way To Be Human (3:13)]

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE UNTHINKABLE HAS HAPPENED.

I GOT A JOB!

That's right; I'm now a production assistant at The Real Estate Book. Now, it's not nearly as much as was possible with my interview at SBC (in fact, it's nearly $10K less, annually), but I figured I'd take this job, and then if I make it through the next two interviews at SBC, then I'll still have a few hundred dollars in my bank account while I go through that arduous process.

Plus, with all this excited energy, I think I'll spend tonight watching a few more movies from NetFlix and putting the final touches on the new digs.

WOOOOOOOOT!

Ok, so after yet another insomniac weekend, I'm putting most of the finishing touches my horrendously long road to my MT installation. I'm still a bit unsatisfied with my template, but longtime readers are used to my frequent wild hairs toward the look of my blog.

*sigh*

Seriously, this has been entirely too long coming.

[Listening to: She Talks To Angels - Black Crowes - (5:31)]

GRRR.

Once again, it's Three AM, and I'm still not awake.

This is of course, despite going to Freddie's with Greg (and trouncing his ass in two games of darts; I *so* rock), and having a few beers. So, what am I going to do in the meantime? Try to get AWSTATS configured on the new server, and then maybe I can finally get the thing good enough for the time being to make the switch.

[Listening to: Strange Fruit (Tricky remix) - Billie Holiday - Verve Remixed (3:19)]

I COULDN'T RESIST.

I took this quiz in honor of Mary, who undoubtedly would be some sort of stilletto; sassy and an attention getter!
[And Mary, notice the exclamation point(!)]

You Are Big Black Boots! You can be best described as: attitude You've got lots of it - and you love to give it A guy has to be pretty gutsy to hit on you But if he's your type, you'll warm up... a little What Shoe Are You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

[Listening to: Moondance - Michael Buble - Michael Buble (4:14)]

HEHE. AS MICHAEL CAN ATTEST, NICKNAMES ARE FUNNY.

My kiwi tends to make up nicknames for the more interesting members of his colleagues, so, I nearly pissed myself laughing when I read this cartoon. (Via salon.com. Premium membership or quickly click through the ad)

HEHE. I'M NOT A BIT SURPRISED.

You Will Die Orgasming To Death!

When it comes to sex, you're like an energizer bunny on crack.

While this is normally a good thing, you don't cool down when you should.

If you're going to bite the big one while your naked, it will be simple.

Too much fun, and your heart will give out. What a way to go!



How Will You Die Having Sex?

More Great Quizzes from Quiz Diva

WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS. . .

Straight after my interview for a Production Assistant with The Real Estate Book, I come home to two new solicitations for interviews. Add in a possible opportunity with Keystone, and an interview on Friday with yet another temp agency, and I'd *better* be working soon.

[Listening to: Down with Love - Michael Buble (2:31)]

ODDS AND ENDS

While trying to find a website for Harry's in my previous post, I stumbled upon this fantastic website. Now I can find out *exactly* where to go a-drinkin' for cheap any night of the week.

Oh, and the job hunt? I've got two interviews tomorrow, and probably one on Thursday. The running total of jobs applied for is now 120. If I try hard enough, I might reach 200 by next week.

Or, alternatively, I might just get me a job soon. That'd be nice, too, I guess. :)

[Listening to: Warning Sign - Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head (5:28)]

DON'T BLAME ME.

I went to the Cardinals home opener yesterday. We lost.

Now, although I've yet to be to a winning Cards game, I'd like to blame the outcome on Bush's first pitch, or the dozens of snipers strategically placed around Busch Stadium.

*shrug*

[Listening to: Warning Sign - Coldplay - A Rush Of Blood To The Head (5:28)]

NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOUR PHONE?

I hate Sprint PCS.

I'm sure I've probably mentioned it before, but I'd like to mention it again. My cell phone went kaput, for the third time in six months. And once again, I had to hunt down phone numbers.

Unfortunately, I'll just have to put up with it until the cash flow starts up again.

BUSY, BUSY WEEKEND, + A BOUT OF LAZINESS

And the blogging slackass strikes again!

It was a whirlwind weekend O' Steph and other various Old School friends. Friday night, Greg, Tina, and I had dinner at a little noodle shop/chinese restaurant in the Loop, after a miscommunication with the reservation staff at Mirasol. Then, we hopped out to Ameristar, and wasted some cash.

Saturday, Mom and I stopped by Brian's to visit him and play some Liar's Dice (our version was homemade, but you get the idea), then Michael and I headed out to see The Reckoning, which was not nearly as fantastic as the RFT review claimed.

Afterwards, I headed over to Amie's house, where it seemed most of the ol' gang was there. A relatively good time was had by all.

Sunday, I made a fruitless trek for wedding dresses with Steph, her mom, Amie, and George. Michael met us for some good burgers at Harry's (on Southwest). I think he was slightly nervous meeting a mother, albeit, not mine, but a parental figure all the same.

Finished it off with a trip to Sprint to get a new phone (more on that shortly), but all in all, the weekend was good times, good times.

[Listening to: The Scientist - Coldplay - (5:09)]

OH, AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING:

I've got a job interview on Wednesday. It's for a graphic design/layout position with a publishing company, which will be a nice addition to my skills and background that I'm horribly lacking in real-world-experience.

However, I had to pass up on a possible long-term assignment with Accountemps. I *still* don't feel like it was fair to recuse me from that assignment, even if there was the possibility of leaving the assignment shortly after I started. Our employee handbook recognizes and encourages interviews for permanent employment, as long as we inform our employer (Accountemps), who will then inform the client. Once again, doing the "right" and "official" thing fucks me over. But, here's hoping I get the job, eh?

[Listening to: Then She Farted - Stephen Lynch - (1:46)]

YEP, I'M A NERD.

Of course, it's known by all. But I'm horribly addicted to Great Hotels on the Travel Channel, and I'm salivating over my newest mailbox offering, my latest Chef's Catalog. . . so many things I want, so little moolah.

And, to offset my saliva-inducing catalog. . . a Jury Summons. Woot.

[Listening to: Stephen Lynch - dungeons and dragons - (2:09)]

ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE END. . .

"The Unborn Victims of Violence Act": I understand the point of it, but I'm not sure if I agree with it. Obviously, it has possible ramifications toward women's rights, or the lack thereof; I'm curious to see if it will result in additional federal charges in the impending Peterson trial. I see it as a definite possibility, considering the Act was called "Laci and Connor's Bill" in the past.

NOTE TO LOCAL RESTAURANTS:

Don't fuck with the menu. You'll just piss of your customers, and make your life miserable.

[Listening to: John Mayer - Great Indoors - (3:49)]

OK, SO IT WASN'T AN APRIL FOOLS JOKE, BUT YOU ALL KNOW ME. . .

I didn't specifically give a *time* for the new release, but I think it'll be ready by today, sometime. However, last night, I didn't get to sleep till sometime after 6 am, so I'm a bit slow-going today.

*shrug*

It's not like anyone's actually keeping tabs on me anyway, thank god.

[Listening to: John Mayer - Comfortable - (5:02)]

IT HAPPENED.

With the mailing of this resume today, I have officially applied for 100 positions since February 20th.

I'm not sure if I should celebrate, or hold my unemployed head in shame.

[Listening to: Broken Vow - Josh Groban - In Concert (4:30)]