So, here it is...my first attempt at my self-created blogger website...I still have some color tweaking, but so far I'm liking it. Gotta thank my friend and coworker, Beau, for the insite and help in getting me going in CSS. While my Photoshop skills are still lacking (as I'm sure noticed with my custom site pics), it's a start.

Oh, and for you fellow firefox fans out there, my css works there this time too (thanks, again, Beau)!


**UPDATE**
For some reason my site isn't updating correctly...almost appears to be some sort of DNS issue...but if you can read this, I guess it's not affecting you, or it's been fixed!

I just tasted the most rancid, vile, discussing thing that ever came sold in a can (or in this instance a 20oz bottle). After mere sips, my taste buds ache for anything better; I'm even drooling at the thought of Diet Rite...heck, I'd take moldy coffee, chunky milk, or elephant urine over this stuff.

So what is this that could make me positively imagine drinking animal pee as a way of trying to dilute the mental impact of the sheer raunchiness of its taste? It is a Frankenized version of one of the best soda drinks to ever be developed on this sweet earth, Dr. Pepper. Its name: Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper.

Yes DIET (which, with regular DP isn't that bad), CHERRY (yeah, the colas and lemon/limes are doing it), VANILLA (which, in my mind, should be an extra in no soda) DR. PEPPER! What has the good doctor done? How could he think that this holy unnatural concoction would have any right to stand on a shelf next to the good doctor itself? As with the birth of Frankenstein's monster, this hideous drink, while a marvel that it even exists, is nothing more than a grotesque malformation, created with good intentions of providing humanity with a gift (and possibly to grab another piece of the pie?), but, instead, producing nothing more than bantha fodder.

As a colleague graciously pointed out, it has the color of transmission oil. The flavor is reminiscent of what I'd imagine a carbonated drink of chalk and ear wax would taste like. It does, however, have one thing going for it: the smell. It actually smells quite good, like a slightly sweetened Dr. Pepper...but smell can be deceiving, just look at tea!

But what can be done? These malformed sodas are popping up all over the place...however, don't frett as they haven't touched Green River yet!


…oh, and I finished the bottle. I couldn't let it go to waste!

I've been dabbling quite a bit in CSS and have finally taken my first crack at creating a website that is controlled entirely by CSS. Please feel free to check it out! (and be warned that while the css seems to be working rather well, my design layout and style aren't the greatest...I'm good at math, but not so much in the arts).

Just a warning, however, I do tend to change things quite a bit, so there's always bugs to work out...if you notice anything and are willing to let me know, please email me here.

So, I did it. I worked up the nerve, found the cash for a ring, asked the father, and then proposed to Amanda. The day I chose was somewhat clicheic, but everything fell into place perfectly.

It's been a bit of a crazy year. At the beginning of the year, I lost my grandmother, and for the last few months amanda has been taking care of a dieing aunt. There have been many ups and downs, but the one constant we've both had has been each other. I was unsure at the beginning of this year where I was going, where we were going, and had the typical guy problems with commitment on top of it all. I learned, however, that love changes a man. Amanda's been there for me when it's counted most, and that means a lot. But, most of all, she's probably the only person on this earth that both gets my aweful sence of humor topped with a general weirdness, and is willing to put up with my insanely off-tempo personality.

So, Christmas day (the first I've spent without my grandmother), we went through the typical day. Went by my parent's house for a small gift exchange (yeah, my mom still likes to do stockings, and I'm not going to complain, toys and oral hygene!) and then head out to the farm for breakfast served by my grandfather. At about 1:00, we have an extended family gift exchange and then people start to dispurse between 3:00 and 6:00.
I jetted outa there with Amanda around 2:00. At this point the rain had let up and the clouds were breaking a bit. This was a good thing because the next stop was to the place that we shared our first date and our first sunset: Deception Pass (ok, I wouldn't reccomend reading into the name).
We went out onto our little private bluff, I busted out the ring, and popped the question....and I guess you know the rest.

Well, that part's over, now the next part is going to be working out the makings of a mixed-culture, huge-ass wedding...as, at first count, we estimate sending out over 300 invitations, with most showing up! ...well, at least the Mexican Money Dance should be lucerative...

I've got a theory on Saturn's rings...my guess is, however, I'm not the first on this one...but I haven't read it yet.

The spaghetti-type interlaced structure of the rings has been a recent bafflement of NASA brains as it is nothing like anyone suspected the rings would look like. Previous views took on a look of rings of rocks ranging from microscopic to small moon-sized masses floating in circles around planets, such as the rings shown at the beginning of the old series Star Trek Voyager.


I ran across a picture of a frozen planet with all of these icy structures outlining its surface. It is my guess that Saturn Spaghetti is nothing more than an intrecate weaving of ice-type crystals that have formed as per the form created by the pull of Saturn's gravity. I guess that only time will tell.