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Nutty Warning Label...

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I bought a cookie from a well known fast food establishment yesterday. I ate it at my computer desk and happened to notice, once I'd finished, that there was this warning label on the BACK of the cookie wrapper:

Cookies may have been exposed to peanut dust.

WTF? What is peanut dust and why do we need to be told about it. OMG, I'm gonna die!!

I guess they warn you because some people have peanut allergies, which can sometimes be fatal. (Thankfully, I'm not one of those sufferers.) But of course if you've already tucked into that cookie, like the pig you are, you aren't likely to turn the wrapper over and read the fine print on the back! Oy!

The Care and Feeding of a Web Designer

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When you pay a professional for a professional service, it should safely be assumed that you care enough to have quality work done, right? Riiiight. Sometimes, that doesn't appear to be the case. If any of my future or prospective web design clients are reading this, here are a few pointers to make sure our business relationship gets off to a good start, and stays on an even keel.

1. Pay me. Work doesn't start until and unless I get paid. Hey, didn't your momma tell you? It's a dog-eat-dog world out there.


2. Keeping me on the telephone or ICQ for hours on end while you talk aloud to yourself about your design wants and needs, your goals for your web site, and why your nine year old is failing basic math constitutes "consultation." Expect a bill from me for that service. Oh, and see Item 1 above.


3. You wouldn't tell your surgeon how to take out your spleen, now would you? Yet, you'd be amazed at the number of folks (pretty much all of them) who have no problem telling me how to render their site. And these are the same folks who worship at the altar of Cheesy Web Design. See Item 5 below.


4. My graphic artist, the better half of my web design partnership, is just that: an artist. Artists by nature are moody, temperamental, and sensitive creatures. They do not take kindly to being told to rip apart their creations, the very same ones that were done only after careful consideration of all your design wishes and the three hours you spent on chat with ME. While artists suffer, I will not allow this one to suffer at YOUR hands! So if you are going to do that, again, expect another bill. And not only shall I refer you to Item 1 above, but I will also remind you that he gets to charge twice what I do.


5. You can lead a web designer to XML but you can't make him use blinking text. Don't ask me to incorporate cheesy, gay elements into your web design. (Unless your web site is called "Cheesy Web Design Exposed" or something similar.) There are neurons still misfiring in my brain from that really bad web page I stumbled onto back in 1999. You know the one, it has that badly tiled background, clashing text, blinking text, a hideous looping MIDI, and no less than 100 animated gifs parading across the page. And uses frames. If it's this kind of web design you are after, save your money and get your nine year old to do it for free.


6. Learn to count. Your contract specifies that you get two free comps. Two. Not 22. And that you will be billed for anything above and beyond that at our fixed rate. So even if you can't count, rest assured that we can. So expect a bill accordingly. And, yep, you guessed it. See Item 1 above.


7. Changing your mind about the entire layout of the site days before the site goes live after you've signed off on every single detail of the site up to that point is sheer folly. The reason we have site milestones is to give you a chance to change your mind. Now, we don't mind if you change your mind at all. Because we get to charge anew for this new work. (Yeah, we DO; read the freaking contract! And see Item 1 above.)


8. Calling me on the phone at 2AM asking me if you can shoot me two more images to be worked into your banner (after you signed off on it three days ago) not only gets you a new invoice but I might decide (since I don't think too clearly after being woken from a sound sleep) to jack up my rates right about that time. It's called free enterprise and it's the American Way.


9. If you break something on your site, we'll be happy to fix it for you. For a fee. Because I'd be willing to bet my bootleg copy of PhotoShop that you were mucking around in some part of your site you had no clue about, trashed a database, munged a template or did some other evil deed. This kind of stuff is best left to trained professionals, mkay? Or put more bluntly: Leave it the fuck alone! And see Item 1.


10. If you are happy with our work (and why wouldn't you be?), be sure to tell all your friends! Our reputation is built on word of mouth.


To all my wonderful web design clients, who are NOT the source of inspiration for this post,

We appreciate your business. Come see us again!

And to everyone else who wants a kick ass web site, hire us, will ya?

That is all. Carry on.

Uh. No Comment!

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To combat the comment spam that seems to be rampant here in the last 24 hours or so, I've turned off comments to everyone except Friends. I'll have enough housekeeping to do without having to delete dozens of these types of comments.

Carry on.

UPDATE 05.03.06 Since it appears the back door that allowed these comment spammers in has been nailed shut, I've enabled comments for registered users again. (Anonymous comments have been disabled for quite some time now and, human nature being what it is, that's not likely to change. You might want to have another look at my Rules for Commenteers. In case you've momentarily forgotten all the manners your momma taught you.) So ... have at it.

UPDATE 05.05.06 Looks like the comment spammers are back at it. Must have found another way in. So, once again, unfortunately, this blog's comment system is on "Friends Only" mode. Sorry guys. Hilarity ensues.

Sometimes It's Not Worth Chewing Through the Straps!

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If you knew the ten different kinds of Hell I've been going through trying to get this post up. It was eaten by the Server Monkeys twice now. I'm not a religious woman, but even I know when to give up. Some things apparently aren't meant to be said -- at least not right now anyway.

Perhaps this is just Monkey Revenge for my snarky little Shock the Monkey post of a few days ago?

Shock the [Server] Monkey

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Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life

Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out' the trees
Now I'm on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know when you're going to shock the monkey

Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I can't take any more
Darling, don't you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

Wheels keep turning
Something's burning
Don't like it but I guess I'm learning

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Don't you know you're going to shock the monkey

Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking

Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey

Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life

Shock the Monkey (Peter Gabriel) [5.6MB WMA File]

Microsoft, Your Insecurity Is Showing Again...

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Jesus fucking christ, can't they make software that works?

PSA No. 490

Attention fuckwits: This is not the day, week, month or year to fuck with me and it is especially not the day to send me Nigerian spam via my Opera PM service. Because? You'll likely get this back (one person can vouch for the truth of that statement when he checks his PM):

Can I be honest with you? I sure can. Let me be painfully honest with you: Dear animal: Fuck off and die. I don't need any more spam from you, not here and not in my email inbox. Thank you.

The American Infidel

And for those coping with reading comprehension deficits, let me say it with a photo.

Oh, but there's more! I just now got this from someone who apparently can't decide if he/she is male/female [note the profile info]. Sheesh. Once again, the answer is? Anyone? Anyone?

Hello Joni! I am Russian man! I want have girlfrend in USA. Do you want? Answer me please!

Help-Less

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I'm taking my CSS/HTML Help Forum down. And here's why. Now some of you may be thinking, why is she letting one person's attitude spoil it for everyone else? I don't expect anyone to kiss my ass here, but goddammit, if I'm helping you, don't slap my face. It's that simple. Life is too short, and I have too much else going on, to stress myself out over the boorishness of one person. Put another way, I won't put up with crap from paying clients; I am not going to countenance it from total strangers.

I will always help out my friends here (and you few people well know who you are), but as far as devoting time to helping with coding and design, well, I've got a web design business, so if you really want help, you can hire me. But when it stops being fun, that's when I quit doing it. The banners will still be available for download, tho, in my albums here and elsewhere, just as they have been before. I'm just taking down all the stuff that was on the forum.

Good ... Bad

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There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.

And when she was good,
she was very, very good.
But when she was bad, she was horrid.

And that's kinda how I feel about my friendly, neighborhood cable company. And to add insult to injury, last year we upgraded from just broadband and basic cable to all inclusive (digital cable, broadband AND VoIP telephone). I dropped my MCI account. So basically, now, when the cable goes out, everything goes tits up. Including the phone. Which means I can't even use my shitty dialup account. Ugh!

Dear Asshat Behind Me in Traffic This Morning

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1. There is a big garbage truck in front of me. Honking at ME isn't going to make IT move any faster.

2. Go ahead and go around me, you fool. (He ended up behind the giant smiling garbage truck and in front of me. Whee!)

3. Notice I'm not honking my horn at YOU like an idiot. Why? Because I see that you are trapped, fermenting in your own bile, behind the garbage truck.

4. Oh, and thanks for making my day and giving me something to blog about on my lunch hour!