April 2000

Our offer was accepted. Barring anything crazy, we will soon own the house at 3621 San Pedro in Tampa, Florida. It’s a bungalow that was built in 1926. It’s really huge. It’s really cool. I’m really scared.

Damn! How could a Georgia fan create something as totally cool as a Sheryl Crow random lyric generator?!?

Ron keeps asking me to create something like this. I knew someone, somewhere must have already done it.
link discovered at dailydoozer

I feel so dirty. I’m hanging at the in-laws in Miami right now. There’s a pseudo-game-show on the WB (it’s a channel, for those of you that don’t get all 600 networks on American TV) called Crush. It’s typical mid-Saturday, WB network fare. A guy is presented with three girls, one of whom has a crush on him. They all act like they have a crush on him, and he has to guess which one really does. It is perversely entertaining. I can actually feel the brain cells committing hari-kari as they are bombarded with culture-schlock. Please help me!
I’m sure it is pointless and nobody will believe me if I say that the last three hours is about the most television I’ve seen in months. I watch Sportscenter all the time, of course. And the X-Files, Simpsons, and Family Guy when I remember. That’s about it though. I really don’t like to watch TV. Hrrrrmm … okay … well … except for football (that’s NFL football, kids, not soccer). I haven’t missed a Monday night game in two seasons. So except for those exceptions I loathe TV and everything it represents. (imagine me laughing here) I know that it sounds silly. There is just so much bad television out there. Sheesh! My brain hurts right now.
(Note: I just saw a commercial telling me that - in Miami at least - Crush normally airs at 6:00 pm on weekdays on the USA network. … in case you want to watch …)

We were in Tampa all day today looking at houses. The wife wasn’t as thrilled about the Centex townhomes at Bayshore Pointe as I was. We did see some excellent homes. If we could handle living in Brandon (15 minutes East of Tampa) we could have a phat home for easy money. It’s really just too far away from everything though. We have gotten used to Gainesville and being ten minutes from anywhere you want to be. I also don’t know if I’m ready to go whole-hog, suburbia, My Three Sons, barbecue apron, grown-up old-style yet. Well, no, that’s not true. I am 100% not ready to do that. I can’t even imagine. Curses! Damn and blast! I want to be (to steal another blogger’s nick) CrazyHappyFunDave forever. Am I nuts? Just totally immature? What?
I got a wicked 1980s-fly Top Gun buzz last night. I haven’t gotten a haircut like this since I was like 17 so I’m feeling pretty pumped. After that I went to Chris’ Apartment of Sin and his (ex-?)girlfriend Chuck bleached it all to near-white. My damn hair is so dark that it takes two bleachings just to get it to near-white. I’ll probably burn my scalp off one more time next week to get it full-out white. As if you care …
Ryan left a message on my voice mail, apparently unaware that I won’t be back in Gainesville until Sunday. (Don’t try and rob my house, either. We have an alarm and mad, attacking dust bunnies.)
I certainly don’t want to get into any sort of rah-rah team spirit argument / flame war, but it’s got to be difficult to not hate a team when you keep losing to them. The 1999 game was the first time I got to go to The World’s Largest Cocktail Party. It rained the entire time. We won.

Sylvia wrote a haiku!

As I watch, he blogs
Beautiful blonde pineapple
Oh when will he stop?

I don’t think she likes my new hair …

Scenes from an Italian Restaurant

News about Jason’s monkey:
The monkey is currently wanted for manslaughter in Idaho, arms smuggling in South Dakota, first-degree murder in Missouri, treason in South Carolina, reckless endangerment in Georgia, a hit-and-run in Kentucky, contributing to local folklore in Maryland, first-degree murder in Pennsylvania, product tampering in Illinois, and violating fish and wildlife regulations in Utah.

Listen, Mel, I’m not going to be happy until you’ve given me a whole web page listing all the best places to drink in Tampa. Oh sure, last month I would have settled for an eMail, but now that I’ve waited this long, I figure you’ve been compiling a master guide somewhere. And you are going to have to have a beer with me at each spot. And you are going to have to have a “Places I’ve Had a Beer with David” page at Hyperbole detailing our experiences at each one. So there.

Here is an excellent article about how the web works. Thanks, Jason!

One of my favorite parts of Raiders of the Lost Ark is when Indy says, “I gotta see a man about a horse.”

There’s a new blog in the mists. Firda and I started a Haiku Blog!

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C, I know exactly how you feel.

I don’t want to jump on the blogger-bashing bandwagon, but it’s getting a bit ridiculous. I think it would be easier for me to cope if they posted system status somewhere (presumably on a different set of servers!) so I at least knew someone was aware of the problem and working on it. I am also, because of my incredibly high nerditity, astonishingly curious about what the problem is. Is it simply bandwidth? Is it something with a server? a telco? Are they running W2K? Is it all Unix? Do they need tech support?

Here’s the really crazy result of all this: I’ve become so addicted to blogging that I’m writing this in EditPad while I wait for blogger to return …
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I swore I wouldn’t link to Furious George because I’ve already seen it linked everywhere else in Bloggerville. But when I went there and got this message: “The monkey releases a horde of killer bees into the ventilation system of a crowded office building in Providence, Rhode Island,” I knew I had to tell everyone I knew to visit.