I’m in love. Again.

Lately I’ve been fantasizing about this car. Its 300 hp, twin-turbo, all-wheel drive hunk of steel. It’s so dreamy! Now if I can only convince my mom to get me one, in black, with black leather seats, tinted windows, premium package….I want it all! Wednesday, here I come!
Sooooo, who’s performance is worse? Ashlee on SNL or Cassie on BET? You vote.
I’m not a programmer in anybit, but this is kinda cool:
The little blurb from Slashdot reads: “Mac entrepreneur Phill Ryu today launched My Dream App, a new American Idol-inspired online competition where contestants can win the chance to have their killer app idea realized by experienced Mac developers. Over forty industry luminaries, including Apple founder Steve Wozniak, have signed on to My Dream App as guest judges to help contestants hone their ideas.”
Each of the winners receive a prize (ranging from iPods to books) and their ideas will come to full realization as shareware applications, made by each of the developer judges, and published under My Dream App, with freaking royalties for each winner. Pretty sweet.
I flew back to Indiana this past weekend for my roommate’s wedding, thinking that if I brought on my carry-on I’d save a lot of hassle picking up my luggage at the baggage carousel. So naturally I pack my dress, my shoes, my face cleanser, my make up bag, etc. Except, as I’m going through security, you can’t have liquids or gels. So out goes the face cleanser, the moisturizer, the TOOTHPASTE, my lipgloss (URRGGGHH), other makeup essentials, my hair gel, which all had to be DLH’d home. I had to (or rather, my boyfriend) pay $20 to send my shit back to me. I was so fumed watching them take all this out that I left and just went straight to the gate while by boyfriend dealt with it.
[insert lots of swearing and expletives]
I’m pissed at the government for taking such drastic measures for something that happend in England. Furthermore, traveling has become a bitch since 9/11. Being one who travels a lot, I find it cumbersome to have to check-in all my damn luggage when it could just fit in the carry on. Next time I’m traveling, I’m going to check in a plastic bag that contains my toothpaste. Well I guess Crest and Colgate, et al. will have a new product to roll out: solid toothpaste. Or some form of toothpaste that you can travel with. If the government had just done a better job at paying attention to the terrorist plots (they keep pointing fingers at each other saying he/she didn’t pass the memo along) we wouldn’t be living scared like chicken shit. I think it’s embarrassing to our nation for taking THIS much precaution. Why do a few people’s mistakes in the white house have to punish millions of innocent citizens? That’s a load of crap.
I refuse to check in my luggage just because I bring toothpaste (hopefully this little security measure isn’t permanent either. Hopefully NONE of these ridiculous security measures aren’t permanent.) and I will find a loophole to this system somewhere, whether it’s freezing the liquids/gels or … something.
I saw this on a friend’s profile:
ignorance was bliss, knowledge is liberating, but there will never be room for hope
or maybe ignorance was hope…
and knowledge took away any chance of hope
I’m telling you, I’ve been working on this login page for a week trying to figure out how to dead-center content on the page. After fiddling with CSS and tables, I finally found something that works awesomely…if that’s a word. Check out this page for instruction and demonstration. You have to apply the positioning to the wrap, for example:
body#login #wrap {
position: absolute;
top: 50%;
left: 50%;
margin: -100px 0 0 -375px;
width: 750px;
height: 200px;
text-align: left;
}
body#login #left {
position: absolute;
top: 0;
left: 0;
width: 300px;
height: 200px;
padding-right: 20px;
text-align: right;
}
body#login #right {
position: absolute;
top: 0;
left: 320px;
width: 410px;
height: 200px;
padding-left: 20px;
text-align: left;
border-left: 2px solid #EAEAEA;
}
Once again…all the cool things happen after I leave the Bay Area.
Check out the hott pictures and follow Engadget’s live coverage of the event.
The release of Leopard should be pretty exciting, especially since the world’s waiting in anticipation of Vista. But as the Apple banner displayed, “Asta la vista, Vista.” I’m excited to see how each OS fares on their respective machines. Speaking of which, I’ll probably have to upgrade my graphics card for Vista. And while I’m at it, I might as well get me a Dell widescreen monitor. It’s gotta look good right?
I was walking back from the bank when I saw a couple enter a cab for the usual Friday night festivities. And the guy did something I hadn’t seen in a long time. He opened the door for his date, waited until she got seated, and got in next to her. Aww…it almost brought tears to my eyes.
I’ve always contemplated what I would do if my house/apartment caught fire. What would I take? Where would I go? It’s sort of like some exercise where I think of these situations and how I would get out of them.
Because I have so many things that I love, I’ve always wondered what I would take in case there was a fire. As we know, a fire destroys everything and renders everything to dust–unlike an earthquake or flood where things are just damaged…or irreparably damaged…depending on the severity. I wish I could take my piano, but that’s just going to have to get left behind. After giving it a little thought (I really haven’t sat down and prioritized my possessions) these are the things I would take, in order of what comes to mind first:
- kittens
- my purse (and everything in it–wallet, ipod, planner, cell phone)
- burberry jackets
- louis vuitton sandals
- christian dior pumps
- marc jacob pumps
- gucci pumps
- burberry dress
- powerbook
Now I know it’s ridiculous how much clothes and shoes I would grab before trying to save my own life (and my kittens’ lives), but it seems to me that in a fire situation, you either have time to get out or no time at all. So if I’m going to die, well I’m going to die. But if I’ve got a chance at taking SOME things with me, I guess that’s what I’d take.