WWWhat in the World Wide Web

…and also use a pic I found on inter-net. So let’s get it over with!

So

I’m still thinking about what to do for my tattoo idea, but you know what they say:
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See, I don’t know how to make a triangle in MS Paint.

Wait, that’s not Helvetica! No, but this is.

Yeah, so I updated my geotagging post, since I found a better way to do the iframe-y stuff.

That is all.

Reason #12461264: My firm belief that respect is not a god-given right. It is earned (or lost). Just ask my parents! Or my former teachers! Or anyone!

No, and I never imagined I’d spend so much time in front of a computer either.

I want to get a tattoo that says NOTHING IS PERMANENT.

On my butt.

(Or my arm, where I can see it.)

CONJECTURE: The phrase “just sayin’” is shorthand for “I’m a total dick but I’m pretending that I don’t want to offend you”. That’s how I use it, anyway. If this were a real blog, I’d provide a link to some more thought out essay on this topic (which I swear I saw once, somewhere out there).

And if I wanted to be ironic, I’d end this post with the phrase in question.

Yes

I will freely admit that I probably have at least the second worst URL in the history of the earth planet.

But

In my defense: I was computing under the influence when I registered it, and all the good ones were taken.

Anyway

In keeping with the times, I have looked into this whole URL shortening thing that’s been taking several of the internets by storm. And so I present, for your ease of use and mine, something that would fit on a business card to be handed out to babes:

http://bit.ly/wwwhatever (wwwowsers that’s short!)

So

For the past few years I’ve had a mental note (to myself) that I would not get married until everyone could legally do this. I’m talking about my gay brothers and sisters here. Anyone should be allowed to put a ring on it.

But

Then I realized I’d probably never get married, so that’s not much of a stand to take. Sorry.

Thus

I decided I would not attend any weddings either, until such time as everyone could have their own.

And

I know it’s not much, but it’s a start.

NOTE, FROM RIGHT NOW: Anyone thinking about writing to me about “the sanctity of holy matrimony” and all that crap is advised to turn on a TV or pick up a copy of People magazine and rethink their arguments. Such people should also learn to live with being mentally pwned by a ten year old kid.

Oh.