Layout changes

I've been messing around with the layout and navigation controls in the last few days. The page displays just right in Mozilla Firefox, but is still somewhat broken in Internet Explorer. I'm hoping to have the situation rectified soon.

I was hoping for some feedback on my click to hide / appear system I have setup for the posts and section menu's. Is this setup intuitive, and usable, or just a pain in the ass. I'd really appreciate it if you could play around with the site a bit, and comment on it. Thanks!

Team America - World Police Again

Ok, the ending speech from Team America - World Police is simply stunning.

"We're [Team America] dicks! We're reckless, arrogant,stupid dicks. And the Film Actors Guild are pussies. And Kim Jong Il is an asshole. Pussies don't like dicks because pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fuck assholes. Assholes that just want to shit on everything. Pussies may think they can deal with assholes their way. But the only thing that can fuck a asshole is a dick, with some balls. The problem with dicks is they fuck too much or fuck when it isn't appropriate. And it takes a pussy to show them that. But sometimes pussies can be so full of shit that they become assholes themselves. Because pussies are a inch and half away from assholes. I don't know much about this crazy crazy world, but I do know this. If you don't let us fuck this asshole we're going to have our dicks and pussies all covered in shit."

As I said, simply stunning. Along with most of the movie. It's definately something else. I'll probably end up putting up some of the songs over the next few days, as they are quite brilliant in their own way.

Tips for Paddling Across the Panama Canal in a Canoe

I recently discovered this hilarious article on the net. An excerpt for your viewing pleasure:

http://www.his.com/~pshapiro/crossingpanama.html

"Hi there! I'm paddling a canoe from San Francisco to New York and would like to cross the canal later this morning. Thanks for letting me know what procedures to follow."

Don't be surprised if you receive the following response: "Senor, it is impossible, completely impossible, for you to cross the Panama Canal in a canoe. Aside from the danger of accidentally bumping into a 50,000 ton ship in one of the locks, the toll for crossing the canal is $45,000."

Don't let such an email discourage you. Just follow up with a message along the lines of: "I was so much looking forward to crossing the canal today. I've paddled this canoe several thousand miles down the coast from San Francisco. The toll fee is no problem. I have a credit card on me."

All in all, it's a really funny article. Click on the link, and give it a read. If you don't, I'll be forced to do nothing.

Team America - World Police

I'm sitting here watching the movie right now with Darren. This has to be one of the most hilarious satirical looks at how American's think. The amount of propaganda in this movie is simple stunning. What I'd love to see is what American's think of this movie, whether they agree or disagree with these concepts. Frankly though the movie is a great laugh.

I'm sure I'll post again once I've finished watching the movie. It just has to get more hilarious.

My Chemical Romance - Helena

Long ago.
Just like the hearse you die to get in again.
We are. So far from you.

Burning on. Just like a match you strike to incinerate.
The lives of everyone you know.
And what's the worst you take. From every heart you break.
And like the blade you stain. Well I've been holding on tonight.

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.

Came a time. When every star falls. Brought you to tears again.
We are. The very hurt you sold.
And what's the worst you take. From every heart you break.
And like the blade you stain. Well I've been holding on tonight.

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.

And if you carry on this way.
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.

Can you hear me?
Are you near me?
Can we pretend to leave and then.
We'll meet again.
When both our cars collide.

What's the worst that I can say?
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.

And if you carry on this way.
Things are better if I stay.
So long and goodnight.
So long and goodnight.

Reach Me On Skype

I recently installed Skype which is really an amazing piece of software, in that it allows you to chat or actually talk with anyone on the internet for FREE. You can find it at http://www.skype.com/ and can get clients for Windows, Mac, and even Linux.

The software is really cool, as you can go into SkypeMe mode, which essentially lets people know you are willing to talk with new people. This is really cool, as you end up starting conversations with people from all over the world. Today I've talked with people in Brazil, Turkey, and Russia. It's really quite an interesting experience.

In addition, Skype lets you, for a fee, setup up voice mail, and even make phone calls to actual numbers around the world for a fixed rate that is much lower than long distance charges. Finally, as if it doesn't do enough, the quality of the conversations is actually much better / clearer than using a phone.

If you decide to start using Skype, give me a ring. My username is dnovosel.

At The Door

The following is taken from Matt Good's blog (http://www.matthewgood.net/mblog/), and frankly is stunning in it's simplicity.

"After I got up, I walked to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth. I have a habit of leaving the water running when I do. And as I looked up at myself in the mirror it dawned on me that by wasting that water I had just denied someone else of it, someone who very well could die because of a lack of clean water. By brushing my teeth with the water running I felt a murderer.

But there was no knock at the door."

A Brief Brief History of Time

I recently discovered this umm, well re-tooled version of A Brief History of Time. The real thanks goes to my cousin Ty, "Thanks Ty", who let me know about it. The sample is actually also of her choosing.

The Main Event:

Scantily Clad Beneath The Clear Night Sky
PRESENTS
A Brief Brief History of Time

And here's a brief sample (just so you know to put down that hot coffee *before* you attempt to read this):

Galileo: *invents proper telescopes* *discovers Moons orbiting Jupiter* OMG WTF! There’s stuff orbiting things which aren’t the Sun and aren’t Earth. Blimey.

The Universe: *slow hand clap* Getting warmer, boys.

The Church: STFU Galileo! Do you really want to be the principle ingredient in a philosopher kebab?

Galileo: *grumbles* But!

The Church: Shh! We are right about everything, mmmkay? Invent cat flaps or tippex or something useful or shut it, right?

Galileo: But nevertheless, it moves…

The Universe: *sigh* Nice try Galileo. Good effort.

And here's another favourite, from part 3:

THIS IS ALL VERY INTERESTING, BUT HOW DO WE KNOW THAT THIS IS NOT JUST BEING PULLED OUT OF SOME COSMOLOGIST’S ARSE? TO PUT IT BLUNTLY, HOW DO WE KNO U AIN’T TRIPPIN?

Hawking: Good question. In fact, poor down-trodden grad students throughout the world have been toiling away working out how many stars there are, and how heavy they all are so that we, their supervisors and superiors, can try to figure out if there is enough stuff in the Universe to make it collapse or whatever.

Grad students: *are silent and bug-eyed* *are chained to their computers in dark basements*

Hawking: They enjoy it really.

Grad students: *hollow laugh*

Hawking: And basically, we haven’t worked it out yet, because there’s this pesky stuff called dark matter which we can’t see. Ever. At all. We can only tell it’s there by working out it’s gravitational influence on other stuff.

The Universe: *chuckles away gently, pets grad students*

Hawking: And the really embarrassing thing is that the dark stuff makes up most of the Universe.

The Universe: Poor fuckers. You’ll never win.

Hawking: Good question. In fact, poor down-trodden grad students throughout the world have been toiling away working out how many stars there are, and how heavy they all are so that we, their supervisors and superiors, can try to figure out if there is enough stuff in the Universe to make it collapse or whatever.

Grad students: *are silent and bug-eyed* *are chained to their computers in dark basements*

Hawking: They enjoy it really.

Grad students: *hollow laugh*

Hawking: And basically, we haven’t worked it out yet, because there’s this pesky stuff called dark matter which we can’t see. Ever. At all. We can only tell it’s there by working out it’s gravitational influence on other stuff.

The Universe: *chuckles away gently, pets grad students*

Hawking: And the really embarrassing thing is that the dark stuff makes up most of the Universe.

The Universe: Poor fuckers. You’ll never win.

This is one of those things you are either gonna love or hate. I'll admit it's not for everyone, but damn is it hilarious for some.

Vigilance

Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
--
Who will guard the guards?

Why The Hell Do I Never Post - A Definitive Answer

I was thinking again today, while reading about General Relativity (for no real reason I might point out), that my blogging seems to have well, dropped off the face of the earth. And this, I must admit, got me thinking about why? So I have now come before you, as a humble servant of this crazy phenomenon, to finally answer "Why The Hell Do I Never Post." *musical fanfare follows*

It all started one day, one a foggy day when everyone decided that they would rather be somewhere else, and I for one decided the internet was as good a place as any other. So I started blogging it up, and all was good and happy in this particular corner of the world. Thoughts that had absolutely no right at all to be unleashed, fell upon the world, with a massive disregard for human sanity. So all in all, things were going well... but then, our good mutual friend laziness decided it was time to come out and play. And lets just say play he did.

With the onset of laziness in the blogging world, very little was said, at frankly an alarmingly low frequency. I feared that the world might grow sane again, it actually kept me up at night I'll admit. But then, in a distinct show of cosmic acceptance to my plan, I got (well repaired) a digital camera. Now the photographer in me decided to flex it's muscles, and so insanity again held reign in this world.

As great as this story must seem, I have decided that it's best to write it out in two installments, thus Part I and Part II. This would be Part I, although it could be Part II if you so wish, and believe that time, and frankly counting, happen to flow that way.

The beaten path offers only stagnation

Two roads diverged, and I -
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.

- Robert Frost