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Today's weather demands appropriate music: Coltrane Plays the Blues.

Now, if you want to link to a specifc day from this weblog, you just need to put it in the querystring. For example, 10/1/99. (This is only good for posts since I've been using blogger, after 9/2/99.) I'll improve the archive access soon.

glassdog: "Grabbing a clump of hair, inserting the blades around it and chopping it off at odd, angry angles was fun! Grab! Chop! Grab! Chop!" [thanks, meg]

I dig my haircutters. The minute I walk in the door, I can hear the electric clippers humming. I'm taken instantly to a chair. Each cutter has the subtlety of a steel worker mixed with the personal charm of a dominatrix.

her: what guard?
me: I think it's the longest one.
her: 8 or 4?
me: well, I'm not sure. what do you think?
her: it's your hair.
me: 4, I guess.

And before my butt has time to warm the chair, I'm outta there. No chit-chat. No exchange of pleasentries. Nada. Just a damn regular haircut.

ahh, the frustrations of bad customer support: "Try reloading the driver again. However, this time make sure you don't have a lot of other screens running or open at the same time!"

And don't forget the regular onfocus design.

I started thinking about a redesign for this site. A lot of my friends have weblogs, and they're all very good. So I figured, why not just steal their designs. ;) Now you can view this site in any one of five new flavors: evhead, megnut, projectme, periodically, or mthology. yours could be next! Note: this has some problems in Netscape.

Now I'm using blogger to build an XML version of this page. This will allow me to break out of this interface or customize this page easily. For example, it's fairly easy to set up a text-only interface.

Election is a great movie. (and not just because it's set in Omaha, Nebraska.) It's kind of an American Beauty light.

damn.

Go Big Red! I can't get the game on TV because the local ABC station is showing Stanford vs. USC instead. <yawn>

Day Without Weblogs: "I held open the door so Jon could pass inside. As he did, he paused and looked at me. 'All of my friends are dead,' he said simply." excellent idea.