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More PHP madness

This morning’s little PHP adventure is to implement a nifty new PHP-based comment system called dotcomments. The old one is BlogOut, which works quite well and was extremely easy to add to my blog. I’d recommend it to any technophobe blogger.

The problem is that all of the comments/discussions physically reside on the BlogOut server, not mine. Should BlogOut ever pack it in, as commenting systems have been known to do, all of those wacky, zany discussions would vanish as well.

Not that anyone really needs to know any of this. Except that, should you feel like commenting on this fine Sunday morning, you will probably see two “comment” links below. Best to use the first one until I get the kinks worked out of dotcomments.

Cheers

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More misguided Googling

Someone recently found this website by searching for “meat goat project“. Is that the next sequel to the Blair Witch Project? In the Meat Goat Project, three film students encounter gastronomical terror when they get lost in Mexico. Scary stuff.

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No! Not the seeds!

I watched Dragonfly recently. About halfway though, because I was so intensely bored, I began to forage for snack foods. The weird Japanese snacks had long since run out (“…and there was much rejoicing. Yaaay.“), which left me a little wanting in the munchies department. As I scanned the cupboard, my internal monologue sounded a bit like this: “Soup? No. Dry bread? No. Rice? NO!”… and so on. I finally settled on the sunflower seeds in the shell.

What a useless snack. What kind of sadistic freak packages these things as a snack food? Twenty minutes later, I had a small pile of shells and wasn’t sure if I’d actually eaten anything. A hungry person could probably go insane trying to extract enough actual seed. I wouldn’t be surprised if this were one of the CIA’s dreaded interrogation techniques. “No! Not the seeds! Not the seeds! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you anything!”

Hmm. I notice that they have a website with the headline, “Canada’s most exciting snack food company!”

“Most exciting”? This country is deeply troubled.

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The dreaded day approacheth

I saw the Sign this morning: the Harbinger of the Sacrifice.

Tomorrow, as you probably know, is Friday the Thirteenth. It is a day steeped in meaning and feared by many. To some, it is a day of ill-fortune. To some, it’s a day of evil spirits. To my fellow cubicle dwellers, Friday the Thirteenth marks the Day of Sacrifice.

Of all the rituals, the Sacrifice is the most feared, for if the correct preparations are not made, the consequences can be dire.

This morning, with the appearance of the Sign, it began. A cold shiver ran up my spine when I saw it. So I closed the refrigerator door.

The Sign read, in large block letters, “Any unlabelled items will be thrown out on Friday the 13th.”

I must begin preparations immediately, lest my precious food items be included in the Sacrifice. They are truly ruthless when it comes to carrying out the Sacrifice. I once heard of a junior sales rep who forgot to put his name on his bagged lunch. The lunch vanished on that Friday, and he went hungry. He went hungry.

Entire catered lunches have gone to the Sacrifice. And in one instance, ten bottles of lager (although I suspect it was closer four or five… you know how these stories can become exaggerated).

On Monday the Sixteenth, the refrigerator will be clean and pure. A mixed blessing is the Sacrifice.

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