My last post was enigmatic, but this was for good reason.

Sometimes, secrets are the best way to stay sane.

Sometimes, it is enough to let people know that something is going on. It’s therapeutic in a way.

I know that it’s frustrating to those who do not know what’s going on, so I shall put forth an idea.

If you feel like it, you can click here. This will send you to a page that contains a game created by some fun individuals.

You may discover the secrets of the internet at this location. At the very least, it will keep you distracted for a moment or two…


I’m going through an interesting range of emotions these days.

With so many things on the plate, it’s hard to decide what to eat first.

Before anyone jumps to conclusions, I will say that none of what is going on is bad. The family is great, the house is in order (for the most part), and no one is at risk.

This will be a very challenging summer. Thanks to chats with a select few, though, I feel good about it.

A few pieces have yet to be set in motion. Once they are, though, I’ll be holding on for dear life.

Sounds like fun!


Three Steves, Two Mikes, No Daves?

I had a relatively nice weekend, if you discount the odd stomach problems from eating improperly prepared Unagi.

On Saturday my parents visited to wish me a Happy Birthday, which is nice.

They chilled with us for a while, leaving late enough to have had a good visit, and early enough for us to prepare the house and yard for the barbecue we were having on Sunday.

The barbecue was a great time.

Mrs. J’s mom, some friends and other family members helped me enjoy a nice Sunday in May.

I don’t normally go around publicizing my birthday. While it’s nice to get gifts, it’s not really the focus of the day for me.

I just like to spend time with the people that I care about. As cheesy as it sounds, that’s the best gift of all.

Mrs. J managed to let everyone know ahead of time, though, so people did bring me some nice birthday gifts. Some also brought gifts for Little J, which was very sweet.

It was a mixed group of people, so it was far from boring. In fact, most of the time these sorts of groups mesh very well, because everyone learns something new and makes a new friend.

Although, sometimes I wonder if I subconsciously do it as some sort of bizarre entertainment for myself, like I’m some mad psychologist running a weird social experiment.

It was strange having no one named Dave present. Dave and Sarah visited a week earlier on their way to a shower for another friend, so it wasn’t really a Dave-less birthday.

And to answer the obvious question…


Smeagol is Free!

It’s About Time

Last night, I transferred the last MSN Spaces entry into this WordPress blog.

I can’t believe it’s taken a year. That’s insane.

I suppose that most of the problem was due to the fact that WordPress doesn’t have an Import function for MSN Spaces. I know it can do several other Blog formats, including the comments. But not good ol’ MSN Spaces.

My original rationale for using MSN Spaces was because I didn’t have to have an extra password. It used the same information as my Windows Live Messenger ID. Yeah. It was supposed to be easier.


  • …for quite a long time, many of my readers had problems commenting on my site because they didn’t have a Windows Live account.
  • …MSN Spaces’ WSYWIG interface was idiotic. You could type the exact same thing in twice and come away with two completely different bits of code.
  • …MSN Spaces is the MySpace of the blogging world. Most of the people that visited my site didn’t have anything meaningful to say, instead choosing to leave weird ASCII art and pimp out their own blogs, which usually involved several inane lists and photos of themselves in various states of undress.

So I decided to move.

I am also a stubborn jackass.

I figured I needed every entry transferred over because I am a perfectionist. This involved…

  • Extracting the HTML code for each entry.
  • Stripping it down and recoding to actually format my blog the way I like it.
  • Creating a new article using that HTML and timestamping it accurately.
  • Copying all the comments over one at a time.

Right Mindfulness or Mind Rightfulness?


I have sometimes wondered if we all have a switch inside of us that gets flipped when we become parents.

Some sort of decency function that causes us to become angry at things we previously didn’t really care about.

Mine is obviously not working.

Do you know why?

On my way to the bus stop this morning, I spotted this message spray-painted on the sidewalk in large letters…


The first thought that ran through my head?

I can’t believe that person didn’t close their square bracket.

Yeah. That switch is definitely not working properly…

In Other News…

Sometime in the last forty-eight hours, my stat counter exceeded 100,000 hits.

If it wasn’t for spammers, I don’t think I would ever have reached this milestone.