Okay. So I JUST learned that there was a problem with the registration process on my server. = UGH! I hadn’t configured the mail server to allow itself to send email.

MUST REMEMBER - there’s no place like 127.0.0.1. there’s no place like 127.0.0.1. there’s no place like 127.0.0.1.

Bad techy boy. Bad bad bad. BUT! It’s fixed now. Sorry to all of you (that’s probably 1 or 2 ppl) that were expecting to receive the registration email. Try again… please.
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Nothing major to report, but it is something. Last night I spent some time incorporating two themes into one. The task… is completed. The themes NukeNews and Odyssey are now one. The major difference is in the story section on the front page.

How so? Well, there are now two (2) columns instead of one (1) for news postings, which in my opinion makes the front page much easier to look through.
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I forgot to mention in my “RINGY DINGY DINGY” post! DUH me… I had AND remembered a drem last night, er, this morning… yea.

My cousins Keith and Jeff (the names of the people in this story have not been changed as I never REALLY had this conversation with them.)were over at my mom’s place. Jeff (my age) was upset with Keith for cooking… hahaha, get this, waffles. Apparantly Keith wanted me to put butter on the waffles before they were cooked. Keith isn’t feeble, he was just much younger in this dream while Jeff and I were probably 12ish.

So Keith said I like it that way — insert brother fight here. They fought until Jeff screamed at Keith. I jumped in saying something like ‘yo! be quiet, your mom is asleep in the other room. don’t wake her up.’ Jeff said to me something to the effect of ‘he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Now since Jeff is the older of the two he should have a vaild point, but my dream self disagreed with him.

Keith had gone mute at this part of the dream. - lol, this is pretty funny that my dream was about waffles and how to butter em, back to the dream - I said ‘Jeff, he likes it this way. you don’t. that’s fine. if he wants to have it cooked this way let him. if you like it your way, have it your way. it’s food. everyone likes their food the way they like it. stop telling him how to cook his food.’

The dialog then went back and forth:

but it makes more sense to…

you?

yea!

jeff why is your way better?

because it’s easier to…

for you. you mean. you like to do it that way. is it easier for him? can you tell him what is easier for him? it’s his choice.

(silence from him)

Jeff… you’re forcing your views, your beliefs on him.

but it’s easier!

for you. dude, he has his way, you have your way. stop forcing your ideas, thoughts, etc on him. let him deal with it the way he wants. if it’s harder for him, so be it, it’s his choice.

We all stood there in silence for a couple min until the waffles were done. Keith took the food and ate. Jeff was silent and wouldn’t look at me. I just waited to see when he’s speak to me again. I woke up though so I’m not sure if he did. =

Ahhh dreams. For me, so simple to interpret. At least this one was. —– Rock, time for a movie now that I’ve eaten and had some LOVELY milk. Mmm mmm good.

11-16-2003 01:57 pm

YES! I just woke up. It’s 1:20ish. What TIIIIME did I fall asleep this AM… 4:30! WHOO HOOO! LOL.

11-16-2003 01:31 pm

Is it early or late when it’s 3:15 AM and you’re writing in your journal? Some would argue that it’s a new day and it’s early “Why Cletus, it’s just three hours inta the day I tell yas.”

Others would take another route, “I’ve been working on this case since this morning when I got in. (sigh) I still have another case to read through after this one, my goodness it’s late. I need some food… shoot everything is closed. (sigh).

At the moment… I’m with the lawyer ideology that 3:18 in the morning is late. Do I feel like I’m giong to fall asleep? HA! Not by a long shot. Does this frustrate me? HA! Hells yes! I’ll have my own now — sigh.

Hrmmm. Why oh why is my little self up? Oh why oh why and I still? Well, let’s see how cryptic I can be so only I can know what I’m talking about in the future when I look back on this. Let’s see, I just had a long converstaion with someone… (damn, someone else will obviously know what I’m talking about now, alas.) Okay, yea, so I had a conversation with someone and we both were very frustrated with each other. Some time has passed, I’m far from bring in ZLand - I think they are. Though I may be wrong.

Right. Frustration from what I ask myself in the future, er, the past… yea. I think it can be summed in with one work - expectations. But that’s just one Joe’s opinion in this dark dreary… morning?evening? Uh, I dunno anymore. It’s after 3:30 and I’m still up. I’m going to go try reading or find something else to entertain me so I may possibly fall asleep.

Oh what the hell, one last time — sigh

11-16-2003 03:31 am