Anonymous Communist

OK… maybe it’s not that bad, but I’m not enjoying my first ear infection. It’s like the right side of my head is encased in granite, and all I can hear on that side is the tinnitus.

I also have to take these enormous pills:

That’s 875 mg of generic Augmentin, and the pill is roughly the size of the upper half of my thumb. The worst part is that I can’t have any beer until I’m done with the meds. *seething*

Here’s my admittedly lame first attempt at creating a custom Webclip for iPhone (tip of the Cardinals hat to Shoo). The Soviet sickle turned askew is supposed to represent a “C.” I couldn’t find a good way to incorporate the hammer, so I had to settle for just the sickle and a star.

Getting it to work was troublesome initially. Attention, geeks: Bring on your derision and scorn. I deserve it.

Anyway, the new iPhone software update, among other things, allows the user to place bookmarks (or “Webclips,” if you will) on the phone’s Home screen. The user also can “paginate” the Home screen and scroll between icon “pages.” I think I might leave the Home screen as-is and create a second page of just bookmarks.

Hopefully, I won’t eff that up.

For lack of anything more interesting to write about, I bring you the best of the keywords that Googlers used to find this webbed log. Some are funny, most aren’t, and some are kind of disgusting (I don’t want to know what the person searching for “full bladder fantasies” hoped to find). Enjoy!

Good liver food before alcohol drinking
chuck klosterman olive garden
how much beer will cause liver damage
timbuk2 commute washing machine
i’ve locked myself out of my smc router
homer or simpson or simpsons communist
high on shit
i don’t normally like alternative but these guys are flaming lips 90210
cool names to go with lions
why soccer is communist
“june and the exit wounds” blog
boob cakes in illinois
kids soiling themselves pictures
show me pictures of the teenagers and ladies in their 30 of tanning issues
how to spot a communist playing a guitar
def leppard song that starts with open gleeben globen globen
iphone porn dolls
springfield, illinois lake area disposal sucks
toby keith’s bus
beautiful brown shirted man wearing blood communist lyrics
sweet metal crappy singing
full bladder fantasies

I may have mentioned a while back that I bought an iPhone. It’s pretty neat.

Sometime last week I came across an article in the New York Times regarding a potential security flaw in the unit. The article referenced a Web site that spelled out exactly how a no-goodnik could take complete control of an iPhone through a flaw in the Safari browser.

One way to do this was through an unsecured wireless Internet connection. I just about soiled myself, because I had such a connection.

Clearly, I had to do something about this. Problem is that I had no idea how to do it. It took me posting a message to an Apple discussion forum just to find out how to change settings on the router. Technology is my life.

SMC does not make adding a password to an unsecured connection intuitive. I ended up having to guess which option and subsequently locked myself out of my own wireless network.

And in another post on the Apple forum, I learned that the protection that my SMC router offers, WEP, totally blows. Somebody with the right tools could crack a 128-bit WEP password in about a minute, I was told.

So after spending three or four hours over parts of three days trying to secure my connection, the obvious solution finally occurred to me: Buy an Airport Express. Duh.

This remarkable little device is the size of your average AC adapter. You plug your cable/DSL modem and USB printer into it, then plug the device into the wall.

After about three minutes of setup on the computer, I now have a WPA-secured wireless Internet connection complete with printer sharing. The signal isn’t quite as robust as the one from the SMC, but the peace of mind makes up for that.

The people next door probably are going to be upset with me now.

Some of you may have noticed an addition to the sidebar… go ahead and look; I’ll be here.

The Show Top Commentators plugin is just that; it lists the most prolific commenters in a given time period and links to their applicable Web site. Among other things, you can customize the number of commenters listed as well as the time period you want.

At first, I picked yearly because seeing those big numbers would feed my monstrous ego. I settled on monthly commenters, though, because.. well, I don’t know why. I just did. So there.

I guess I’ll let you all duke it out for top monthly supremacy.

And a sincere thanks to everyone who has commented.

This morning, before school, while The Girl was brushing her teeth, I was helping The Boy get dressed.

I picked up a shoe, and noticing it was the right one I put it down and grabbed the left shoe and put it on him. Then I noticed I did that. For some reason, I always put my left shoe on first, and I’m extending that weirdness to my kids.

It’s interesting that people have such odd habits. Or perhaps compulsions is a better word. Thinking about it, I have a few more weird compulsions besides just the shoe thing:

• If I have any sort of meal involving French fries, I always eat all the fries before I eat anything else.
• If I’m playing cards, specifically Euchre, I won’t pick up my hand until after the dealer turns over the trump bid card.
• When I used to smoke, I had a ritual with opening a new pack of squares: Tap the pack three times one way, three times the other, then take the third cigarette from the right. Because of this, I could only buy smokes in the hard pack. If my brand wasn’t available all hard-like, I’d get something else that was.
• When I go to the grocery, I have to go up and down the aisles the same direction every time. My little peabrain can’t handle deviating from this. Even if I am after only one item, I have to enter the aisle from the correct side. Thankfully, Mrs. Communist indulges my ridiculous compulsion; if there’s an aisle in which we don’t need anything, she’ll skip it and move on to the next one. But I’ll dutifully go down that aisle and meet up with her in the next one.

Wow… looking at that list, that seems pretty pathetic. There’s a word for people like me, and that word is “freak.” But I guess most everyone has certain weird things they do. Take Susie Derkins, for example. I know she disassembles her sandwiches and eats each ingredient separately, which makes her a Grade A nimrod.

So here we are again, back at the first post. I had the day off yesterday and thought I’d give a shot at upgrading to WordPress 2.1.2, which is something those peeps recommend.

When you buy a domain name from Yahoo and install WordPress, they give you v2.0.2 for some reason. Never mind the fact that the newest version had been out for weeks at the time I bought this domain. In fact, v2.0.2 is the same version that I installed at another site more than a year ago.

So after about four posts here, I thought I’d get brave and try the upgrade. Suffice it to say that I butchered the installation. I’ve learned that what I don’t know about WordPress, and Web site administration in general, could fill a warehouse.