Four days after the surgery, and all I can say is ouch. I'm typing with one hand, but as I'm such a lousy typist there is no real discernable difference. The pain isn't that bad (sweet sweet vicodin), but I woke up Wednesday night naked on the front lawn with my sling wedged up my ass. Maybe it's time to cut back on the painkillers.

. . . Disdain mean suspicion, but cherish manly jealousy; be always jealous of your liberty, your rights. Nip the first bud of intrusion on your constitution. Be not devoted to men; let measures be your object, and estimate men according to the measures they pursue. Never promote men who seek after a state-established religion; it is spiritual tyranny--the worst of despotism. It is turnpiking the way to heaven by human law, in order to establish ministerial gates to collect toll. It converts religion into a principle of state policy, and the gospel into merchandise. Heaven forbids the bans of marriage between church and state; their embraces therefore, must be unlawful. Guard against those men who make a great noise about religion, in choosing representatives. It is electioneering. If they knew the nature and worth of religion, they would not debauch it to such shameful purposes. If pure religion is the criterion to denominate candidates, those who make a noise about it must be rejected; for their wrangle about it, proves that they are void of it. Let honesty, talents and quick despatch, characterise the men of your choice. Such men will have a sympathy with their constituents, and will be willing to come to the light, that their deeds may be examined. . . .

- John Leland

Tomorrow is the big day. Tam says I should write on my good shoulder in magic marker, "Not this shoulder, the other one." I'm tempted, but you don't really want to piss people off when they have you under anesthesia.

My mom calls the other day and leaves me a message. She says, "I just got back from line dancing, and I wanted to give you a call before you go in for surgery." Line dancing? My mother, who grew up in Williamsburg Brooklyn, raised by an über strict polish grandmother, who spent most of her days dreaming that she was Doris Day, one of a handful of white girls in an all black school, who spent her adult years living in Long Island raising four kids while Billy Joel played incessantly on the radio for most of the eighties and early nineties, just got back from line dancing. I...uh...wha?

Scott and I got to talking about web browsers the other day, and we got to discussing Mozilla, and how most of the designers we know tend to dislike it. After a while of discussing how theys just fools, and how we know user interface design better than any of those fancy pants designers (just look at this sweet site you're at right now...), we decided that they're all just 'zilla hate'as.

Just a note for all you programmers out there. '=', is not the same thing as '=='. I know its hard to believe, but its true.

And on that note, a little new pill functionality (actually old, but didn't work...see above). Switch images... You can also just click on the side image to switch it...

I think the worst part about having a bum shoulder is the fear of injury. Whenever I'd get a little cocky about the stability of my shoulder, I would inevitable hurt it. Over time, I have become more and more careful regarding physical activity involving the shoulder.

One of hardest things has been watching COPS. Every time I watch them grab a guy, and wrench their arms around their back to cuff them, I cringe. The "perp" gets tossed to the ground, their arms pulled behind them, and maybe a knee or two pushed against them for support, and the cuffs roughly placed around their wrist. There is no way my shoulder could handle that abuse today.

This is why I have put my career as a two-bit criminal on hold. It has been difficult to give up what I love, but the risk of injury has been too great.

I still find myself driving by convenience stores, that aren't on the way home...

Lets talk technology, shall we. I started a new job a last week, and it's a good job, a really good job. They are smart people, and they are doing some interesting things. But, I am bored. I just don't have the interest or excitement about the technology that I once had. I'm starting to feel apathetic, and I'm starting to wonder if this what I really want to be doing. I'm just plain tired of it, and I can't say why.

I know I'm in trouble when I'm listening to inch worm this morning on the radio, and I find myself relating:

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

...

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are...

Tres perros.

A friend went out of town for a few days, and he left his dogs with us while he is gone. Now, normally this in not such a big deal. Normally, Tamara is the dog ring leader, and I will yell occasionally from the other room to tell the damn dogs to stop barking. Tam, however, is out of town, and through a complicated and sophisticated system of rules, not too different to the system defined by our government if the president dies, I have become the keeper of tres perros.

You think that they would know better. You think the thought of it would make them cringe. They must be desperate. There was a point in my life where I was a camp counselor, and people actually left their children alone with me. But, they barely knew me. I am closely acquainted with these people, and they still left the life and health of these three dogs in my care. It is a good thing that the dogs will get picked up tonight, 'cause I am on the verge of setting them free, and the four of us will roam wild throughout the city. I only hope I have the moxie to be alpha male. The young one keeps staring me down, and I'm afraid he might break me.

I think the Bee-Gees said it best, "Lonely days, lonely nights, what'll do without my woman?" Tam is up in Itasca this week, as well as last week, working on her field study. This is the last step towards her graduating, and she seems pretty excited. She will be up there next week as well.

Mark lonely, Mark no like empty house. Make Mark angry.

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Not that I don't want larger, firmer breast...

Seems I'm a big fat liar-head, and my little fix didn't workout as planned...so please stand by, and maybe I'll get around to fixing the menus.

Tim had mentioned...well really he said:

...those nude menus don't go away when I click outside em... As in if I take a look see, then decide not to click on em, kinda like in-laws that come to visit.

So, I updated the menus, and now if you click away, the menus go away....maybe...

Today marks the second day at my new job...Not too shabby so far. Not as good as laying out in the hammock though.

New site design...well, that's just asking for a freakin' survey.

I've been doing some physical therapy for my shoulder for the past few weeks. It was kinda of interesting the first few days, but, oddly enough, lifting a can of soup while lying on your side gets boring pretty damned fast. I've been good. It's been about a month, and I've only missed a couple of days worth. The stretches are the best part really. I have some tendinitis in my "good" shoulder as well, and it feels tons better. Ben and Scott can attest to that after the pounding I gave them playing tennis on Friday. All in all, They both feel pretty good. At this point I just want to get the surgery over and done with.

And so the pill has a new look (I dared for a moment to add the adjective improved to the preceding sentence before gaining my wits). It has been a dip into the dynamic html pool for yours truly, and I found it quite refreshing. No table layout for this boy I can tell you. I will only use tables for what they were meant for, placing data in a table. Who knew? I imagine things will blow up for quite a few of you, so feel free to let me know how badly I crashed your browser.

Disclaimer for my Mom: The preceding passage was mainly technical mubo, and It means I stopped using old crappy technology, and I started using new crappy technology.

Disclaimer for everyone but Mom: My mother had made a few comments regarding the high percentage of technical posts here, and has made statements to the effect of, "Why should I read this (insert expletive)..."