Rantings, mostly…

Yep, it’s that dreaded time of year again.  So many new and interesting things have transpired and yet so many plain and repetitive things have happened as well.

I cannot possibly hope to convince you that this blog will encounter some revolutionary content surge or “wow” you with a new and improved layout, but I can assure you that I will quite possibly be the most consistently boring and non-entertaining blogger you have ever had the misfortune to encounter.

Stay tuned!  I plan on unveiling absolutely nothing in the near future.

OK, admittedly I have not kept up with the blog like I should.  Well, it is a failure in the greatest sense of the word.  I have never claimed that it was anything other than that.

Luckily I have been busy with MANY of my own projects and school, so I don’t quite yet feel like killing myself.  Not to mention that beautiful family of mine.

Anyway, what has spawned my rant this time is a WPDFD (Web Page Design for Designers) article entitled, “Web Design Success Story.”

It goes on to say that “many of the good attributes of good web design can be found on the web site of” SamataMason.  Then it rambles on about a few non-solid facts, in fact, not even facts in my opinion.

“The elements of text blocks and image float on a gray background and
can be readily brought up on either a small or large monitor without
having to scroll left/right or top/bottom.”

Um… no.  On a 640×480 resolution the site is completely unusable.  OK, not completely but at least 10-15% of the right side is missing.

The site DOES have a fairly unique composition, but so what?  That fact makes it a successful “web design” firm?

How about the fact their site relies entirely on Flash?  Or that the text is utterly unreadable and the text cannot be modified to suit the user.  Make a site inaccessible to text readers and those with disabilities is NOT a successful Web design firm, I don’t care what anyone says.

Oh wait… I forgot, along with the fact that ugly purses can sell for hundreds of dollars so can Web pages be designed for only the most elitist and moronic of clients.  I think it might be the same mentality as women who wear shoes that kill their feet, models that starve themselves because anorexia looks sexy to sickos, top designers, and homosexuals.

Does this mean I am never going to have an uber-successful Web design company or work for one?  Beats the hell out of me but I refuse to design sites that way… well, unless I get paid tons of bucks.  But I won’t go down fighting, I will claim that an accessible Web site can easily be had by all.

For the browsers that can do it, spoon feed them all of that tiny-text shite.  For the browsers that cannot or do not want this… give them a nice textual representation.

Now THAT sounds like a good Web design firm.  Hire me.

So far today Ewok has said:

“I knewn it!” in response to Sissy reaffirming something Ewok apparently knew already.

“ooo cha things are gonna’ get easier” is her “Ooh Child” rendition.

“She is the goodest.”  When corrected she then said, “Oh, I mean the gooderest.”

“And I hanged my head and cried.”  Apparently a lost line in “You Are My Sunshine.”

Then Cole said:

“Is it just me or is my child the dumbest kid in the world, but also the most giftedest?”

Before all of this though, Ewok and Sissy had a LONG conversation in a made up language.  Not only a made up language, but one they were inventing on-the-fly.

And then Ewok chided Sissy in that language for a few moments and then sang to her for twice as long.

Mo-gin, Moogy, and myself just stared in wide-eyed amazement the entire time.

If anyone can read this, know that I fear for my life and you should send help as soon as possible.

I know, I know… I have said it at least a hundred times before, but it really is.

The latest thing to send this point home was the tremendous amount of blogs that have no original content, but instead link to someone else’s blog, who in turn links to someone else’s blog and finally, somewhere at the end of all these “click-throughs,” you wind up at the content you originally sought.

For example, the creator of WordPress loves to blog other people’s blogs.  See “Google Gadget Ads.”  His post is all of 2 lines long, barely long enough to basically say, “Click here to get what you actually wanted, dummy.”

Anyway, the first thing you see is the link to Niall Kennedy’s post about Google Gadgets.  Where does Niall’s post finally bring us?  You guessed it… Google Gadget Ads.

So what ever happened to unique content on the Web?  I mean, I figured that is why I could excel at blogging, because I am so ridiculously mundane and lackluster that it HAD to be unique!

Now it sinks it again that this blog will never be popular.  Why?  I guess because I do not blog enough of other people’s blogs.

Then again, that is what I have done with this post so who knows?  Maybe I will get a million hits from this post alone.

In no particular order.  Also, I’ll leave you to find the trailers if you’re interested.  They can be reached mostly at Apple’s trailers site or via the trailers links on IMDb.

DOA: Dead or Alive
The Golden Compass
Khon fai bin aka Dynamite Warrior
The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep
Ghost of Cité Soleil
Gone Baby Gone
Underdog
The Ten
I Am Legend
War
Tau ming chong aka Warlords’
Kung Fu Panda
The Forbidden Kingdom

The Water Horse is basically a remake of Mee-Shee: The Water Giant.  But Mee-Shee sucked, so that’s why I’m hoping The Water Horse won’t suck.

So, here’s hoping they don’t suck.

OK, I feel you on the boy being murdered, being some severely screwed up shit.  But screw that shite.

These two little bitches, are caught, and they were caught doing some horrendous arsed shite.  I personally would break these bitches fingers for doing what they did to this poor cat.

I mean, I remember back in the day when it was cool to light a firecracker near a cat and watch it bolt, or hell, even attach the firecracker to the cat.  But pouring an accelerant over an 8-week old kitten, and lighting it on fire whilst it screamed and burned alive within a cage?

Oh my God, I’m tingling, I’d like to fuck those bitches up so bad it’s pathetic.

Better yet, pour some flammable liquid on their fucking arses and set them ablaze.  See how those ragged cunts would like that shite!

Yeah, yeah, I used quite a few expletives again.  So I showed I’m an ignorant Neanderthal.

Fuck you too.