I'm entering a contest over at Into the Ocean to win a free domain, hosting and perhaps some money! 3 lucky winners will receive domain and hosting for at least a year with two winners also receiving money!
So why don't you enter as well?
Cole @ 2:37 AM
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Advertising?
So this is what a hangover feels like?
Phew!
It was a peaceful morning..
I am a bum
Have You Heard of Ebates?
New Site
Woman's Domain
Could I have your attention please?
Going Out With a Bang
I am Pavlov's Dog
Why I Quit My Job
Blogger has let through a lot of spam in the comments lately. It's a shame. The spammers seems to have decided that e-mail alone isn't good enough so they're leaving comments as well. One such comment, which may have been legitimate was regarding blog sponsorship (IE blog advertisement). While I have been investigating different services for blog sponsorship, it is not my intent to use these services in this, my personal blog.
However, with that said, you may notice some Amazon links here and there. I have previously linked to Amazon detail pages for items I have reviewed or discussed and I have simply began using the Amazon Associates program for the links I have and will post. The only major change you will notice, most likely, is a product preview when you mouse over the links.
Rest assured that you can keep avoiding my blog only because you don't like it and not because I use ads. -w-
Cole @ 3:38 AM
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However, with that said, you may notice some Amazon links here and there. I have previously linked to Amazon detail pages for items I have reviewed or discussed and I have simply began using the Amazon Associates program for the links I have and will post. The only major change you will notice, most likely, is a product preview when you mouse over the links.
Rest assured that you can keep avoiding my blog only because you don't like it and not because I use ads. -w-
Cole @ 3:38 AM
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Well, it could be. I don't know. I've never been hungover and am not now. I am suffering from one giant headache and although I did take some Advil for it, it's being stubbornly persistent which, I know, is a bit redundant but tell that to my aching head!
If you have a recommended product for headaches, let me know. I started using Advil several years ago after not being able to swallow pills. It was easier with Advil because it's coated and has a slightly sweet taste to it which makes it much more bearable. I'm just not sure it's doing the trick anymore.
Cole @ 4:19 AM
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If you have a recommended product for headaches, let me know. I started using Advil several years ago after not being able to swallow pills. It was easier with Advil because it's coated and has a slightly sweet taste to it which makes it much more bearable. I'm just not sure it's doing the trick anymore.
Cole @ 4:19 AM
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It has been one hell of an uphill battle but I'm proud to introduce 2 brand new and rather extensive sections of this site: How to Make Money Online and my very own Guide to the Internet.
Cole @ 6:58 AM
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Cole @ 6:58 AM
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Picture this: It is quiet, foggy Friday morning and 2 nocturnal creatures who just happen to be married are whiling away the time in front of their screens. Creature A realizes Creature B has done some creative conjuring to produce a mouse pad where no mousepad is to be found.
Creature A: you're using our next president's face as a mousepad?
Creature B: Laughs. I wouldn't care if it was our current president.
But Creature A is perplexed. It is not the current president. It is the candidate for whom both creatures root. There must be some subliminal message in this.
Or, perhaps, it's just a silly coincidence that Obama's face is on the magazine Ryan is using as a make-shift mousepad.
Cole @ 5:05 AM
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Creature A: you're using our next president's face as a mousepad?
Creature B: Laughs. I wouldn't care if it was our current president.
But Creature A is perplexed. It is not the current president. It is the candidate for whom both creatures root. There must be some subliminal message in this.
Or, perhaps, it's just a silly coincidence that Obama's face is on the magazine Ryan is using as a make-shift mousepad.
Cole @ 5:05 AM
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Well, except for the living on the streets and all, I am not accomplishing much in the real world! I don't mind so far. Maybe Ryan does?
However, in the land of the internet I have accomplished quite a few feats. My new site - Reviews by Cole - has had some cosmetic work done and I feel it's been paying off. I also just cleaned up all the pages of dark links so there's none broken and a few new. Have any suggestions? Let me know here.
There's some behind the scenes work going on. I discovered Google's webmaster tools and will hopefully improve my search engine rankings by doing some optimization and removing a silly little robots.txt file I had long forgotten about that was doing more harm than good.
Unfortunately, I am dragging my cyberfeet when it comes to Wordpress. I just can't make myself do what needs to be done! Instead, I'm doing things like chatting, playing ghost online and roleplaying!
At least I'm content, eh?
Cole @ 2:20 AM
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However, in the land of the internet I have accomplished quite a few feats. My new site - Reviews by Cole - has had some cosmetic work done and I feel it's been paying off. I also just cleaned up all the pages of dark links so there's none broken and a few new. Have any suggestions? Let me know here.
There's some behind the scenes work going on. I discovered Google's webmaster tools and will hopefully improve my search engine rankings by doing some optimization and removing a silly little robots.txt file I had long forgotten about that was doing more harm than good.
Unfortunately, I am dragging my cyberfeet when it comes to Wordpress. I just can't make myself do what needs to be done! Instead, I'm doing things like chatting, playing ghost online and roleplaying!
At least I'm content, eh?
Cole @ 2:20 AM
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Ebates is a website that gives you cash back for purchases you make online. You can use it with hundreds of stores, including your favourite. Simply sign up at Ebates to earn your first $5 and you're well on your way to the first check.
Stop off at Ebates before heading to sites like Newegg, Barnes and Noble, Hot Topic, Adidas, Joann Fabrics, Target and even Expedia!
Earn a percentage back from all your purchases and, if you're like me, and shop online all the time, you'll soon be cashing your very own check from Ebates.
Cole @ 9:00 AM
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Stop off at Ebates before heading to sites like Newegg, Barnes and Noble, Hot Topic, Adidas, Joann Fabrics, Target and even Expedia!
Earn a percentage back from all your purchases and, if you're like me, and shop online all the time, you'll soon be cashing your very own check from Ebates.
Cole @ 9:00 AM
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I'd like to invite you all the take a look at Reviews by Cole which is, exactly as it suggests, a product and review blog by me, Cole!
Cole @ 7:25 AM
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Cole @ 7:25 AM
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I have a love-hate relationship with my kitchen.
On the one hand, it's mine or, at least, as close to mine as anything gets these days. Ryan tends to leave it alone so I govern it in any way I choose.
On the other hand, I don't particularly love anything that the kitchen was made for using it for - dishes and cooking mainly and the messes left by said activity.
Dishes are messy and I always wind up wet with dishwater or get a fair amount on the floor. I also don't love having to scrub until my fingers fall off. Ryan, as much as I love him, is hopeless when it comes to the fine art of rinsing dishes before putting them into the sink rather than letting them sit and become encrusting with what might have once been a sandwich or chicken strips or the-end-all-be-all of disgusting food remains RANCH DRESSING.
Now let's talk about cooking. Some people are wonderful cooks and chefs. They do not need recipes and, if for some reasons they choose to use them, they deviate in a way that turns a simple meal into a piece of fucking art. I once knew a man with white carpet in his kitchen; he is one of those people. Let's get this straight: I am not one of those people!
I don't know how anyone can make food look like a masterpiece. My goal? Make it edible. I don't know how anyone can finish baking or cooking with a spotless kitchen. My goal? Make it without any major catastrophes. And I certainly can't keep myself looking like one of those 50s housewives by the time I'm done. My goal? Don't sweat into the chicken too much.
Cooking demands far more time and energy than I want to give to something that I don't naturally love. I am not a great chef because I lack 2 important qualities: desire for precision and patience. Coincidentally, this is also why I would make a bad sniper.
Precision, you ask? Yes, precision. Precisely. It's not something I strive for. I like the feeling of a job well done if it's a job I like to do not one I must do out of necessity or because someone else tells me to do it. Cooking is just one of those things. Even if I really desire the outcome - edible, even delicious food - the process is something I despise.
What's the deal with patience? Unless it's something I can put in the oven and forget about, I become agitated about the time and attention cooking demands. I don't want to stand around "stirring occasionally" or watching for bubbles or thickening of paste or what-have-you. Even if I know that something needs constant attention I tend to get distracted by - oh - the internet and - wouldn't you know it! - the food has become slightly charred.
So this attitude toward cooking generally means I do a sloppy job. I don't tend to fully read through recipes which means I usually don't get them quite right and don't notice until it's too late.
No, the food isn't art and, yes the kitchen is a mess by the time I'm done which usually means more dishes that I'm not happy to do. It also results in careless accidents like, say, leaving the sugar bag over the burner where the vent pipe it for the oven and having it turn into a molten glob of sugar-lava on top of and inside my oven!
Remember how I don't like scrubbing? I'm still working on that one. Coincidentally, those cookies were the best I ever made despite the fact that I thought they'd turn out horribly.
You'd think this fuck all attitude would make me the perfect candidate for playing Grand Theft Auto IV
buuut, I'll leave that pleasure to my beloved. -smirks-
Cole @ 6:18 AM
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On the one hand, it's mine or, at least, as close to mine as anything gets these days. Ryan tends to leave it alone so I govern it in any way I choose.
On the other hand, I don't particularly love anything that the kitchen was made for using it for - dishes and cooking mainly and the messes left by said activity.
Dishes are messy and I always wind up wet with dishwater or get a fair amount on the floor. I also don't love having to scrub until my fingers fall off. Ryan, as much as I love him, is hopeless when it comes to the fine art of rinsing dishes before putting them into the sink rather than letting them sit and become encrusting with what might have once been a sandwich or chicken strips or the-end-all-be-all of disgusting food remains RANCH DRESSING.
Now let's talk about cooking. Some people are wonderful cooks and chefs. They do not need recipes and, if for some reasons they choose to use them, they deviate in a way that turns a simple meal into a piece of fucking art. I once knew a man with white carpet in his kitchen; he is one of those people. Let's get this straight: I am not one of those people!
I don't know how anyone can make food look like a masterpiece. My goal? Make it edible. I don't know how anyone can finish baking or cooking with a spotless kitchen. My goal? Make it without any major catastrophes. And I certainly can't keep myself looking like one of those 50s housewives by the time I'm done. My goal? Don't sweat into the chicken too much.
Cooking demands far more time and energy than I want to give to something that I don't naturally love. I am not a great chef because I lack 2 important qualities: desire for precision and patience. Coincidentally, this is also why I would make a bad sniper.
Precision, you ask? Yes, precision. Precisely. It's not something I strive for. I like the feeling of a job well done if it's a job I like to do not one I must do out of necessity or because someone else tells me to do it. Cooking is just one of those things. Even if I really desire the outcome - edible, even delicious food - the process is something I despise.
What's the deal with patience? Unless it's something I can put in the oven and forget about, I become agitated about the time and attention cooking demands. I don't want to stand around "stirring occasionally" or watching for bubbles or thickening of paste or what-have-you. Even if I know that something needs constant attention I tend to get distracted by - oh - the internet and - wouldn't you know it! - the food has become slightly charred.
So this attitude toward cooking generally means I do a sloppy job. I don't tend to fully read through recipes which means I usually don't get them quite right and don't notice until it's too late.
No, the food isn't art and, yes the kitchen is a mess by the time I'm done which usually means more dishes that I'm not happy to do. It also results in careless accidents like, say, leaving the sugar bag over the burner where the vent pipe it for the oven and having it turn into a molten glob of sugar-lava on top of and inside my oven!
Remember how I don't like scrubbing? I'm still working on that one. Coincidentally, those cookies were the best I ever made despite the fact that I thought they'd turn out horribly.
You'd think this fuck all attitude would make me the perfect candidate for playing Grand Theft Auto IV
buuut, I'll leave that pleasure to my beloved. -smirks-
Cole @ 6:18 AM
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If you look to your left - figuratively, of course- you'll notice I've nearly finished uploading all the pictures. I've also been working on a sub-navigation for the pictures portion of the site to ease up on loading time as some pages were becoming quite crowded!
You'll now notice that each link on the pictures page goes to a section; think of these as albums. Sections contain pictures related by subject, location, date or event.
Each album will be made up of one or more page which contain pictures that relate to eachother more specifically. If there are more pages, they will be linked to other pages by a "Previous" or "Next" link. If there are no other pages, there will be no link. Individual pages will no be linked to on the pictures index.
There are similar links to the "Previous Section" and "Next Section." Except for the very first and last section, each section will have a functioning link to the sections before and after them.
So, if you start in the first section, the pictures of me section, you can page through the entire section by clicking the "Next link." At the end of the section (or anytime before) you can go to the Next Section, family and pets, by clicking the respective link. The sections follow the order in which they appear on the pictures index: Me, Family and Pets, Samantha, Amanda, Halloween 2005, Tokyo Disney 2007, Ryusendo Caves 2007, Narita Origami Museum, My Trip to Wausau 2008, Miss Gay Wausau Pageant, Tokyo DisneySea 2008, and Ueno Park and Zoo 2008.
Generally, the last album will be the most recently uploaded pictures; however, the photos of myself are constantly updated and are arranged by date, with the newest toward the top.
I'm thinking of adopting this sub-navigation for the Website Primer, what do you think?
Cole @ 10:37 PM
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You'll now notice that each link on the pictures page goes to a section; think of these as albums. Sections contain pictures related by subject, location, date or event.
Each album will be made up of one or more page which contain pictures that relate to eachother more specifically. If there are more pages, they will be linked to other pages by a "Previous" or "Next" link. If there are no other pages, there will be no link. Individual pages will no be linked to on the pictures index.
There are similar links to the "Previous Section" and "Next Section." Except for the very first and last section, each section will have a functioning link to the sections before and after them.
So, if you start in the first section, the pictures of me section, you can page through the entire section by clicking the "Next link." At the end of the section (or anytime before) you can go to the Next Section, family and pets, by clicking the respective link. The sections follow the order in which they appear on the pictures index: Me, Family and Pets, Samantha, Amanda, Halloween 2005, Tokyo Disney 2007, Ryusendo Caves 2007, Narita Origami Museum, My Trip to Wausau 2008, Miss Gay Wausau Pageant, Tokyo DisneySea 2008, and Ueno Park and Zoo 2008.
Generally, the last album will be the most recently uploaded pictures; however, the photos of myself are constantly updated and are arranged by date, with the newest toward the top.
I'm thinking of adopting this sub-navigation for the Website Primer, what do you think?
Cole @ 10:37 PM
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I didn't go out with a bang so much. no, work went out with a bang or, rather, it sent me out with what seemed like a bullet to the stomach. My last day was horrible.
Underlying it all was the unbearable heat in the cage. I'd say it wagers from 20 - a million degrees hotter in there than the rest of the club and out doors. Unfortunately, it's a glassed in room with no circulation. I literally would be dripping sweat unless I was sitting directly in front of the fan, not moving at all. It's probably issue enough to arise health concerns but no one seems to give a damn at all. This made me miserable.
It also gave me a headache. For some reason, heat like that makes my mouth dry and causes my jaw to hurt which turns into a headache. I know it probably sounds like whining when I say "OMG it's hot in there" and use it as part of my reason to quit but if you worked there, you'd understand.
I awoke with my back hurting and although this eventually subsides, I found myself having new pains during the day: cramps. Now, I haven't had cramps or even a period for some time because of my IUD so I wasn't expecting it at all. In fact I assumed it couldn't even be my period and didn't check until I accidentally noticed while flushing the toilet. Nice one, ovaries.
Now on top of those two things I experienced the usual feast-or-famine deal with customers which means I either have a bunch at once or none - for hours. I'm not a person who takes being bored very well, especially when a proxy blocks all the good sites at work. After checking in on a few forums, I was bored out of my skull for the entire day while being physically uncomfortable. Nothing like having time on your hands to think about being miserable.
Besides that, nothing went horribly wrong except for the fact that my eyes were bigger than my stomach when it came to ordering lunch - I had a fajita and a sandwich. I ate the former and had no room for the latter. I wound up tossing most of it because it quickly became disgusitng sitting in the heat of the cage. This made me a bit sad.
I'm really glad to be done with that place, though!
Cole @ 3:10 PM
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Underlying it all was the unbearable heat in the cage. I'd say it wagers from 20 - a million degrees hotter in there than the rest of the club and out doors. Unfortunately, it's a glassed in room with no circulation. I literally would be dripping sweat unless I was sitting directly in front of the fan, not moving at all. It's probably issue enough to arise health concerns but no one seems to give a damn at all. This made me miserable.
It also gave me a headache. For some reason, heat like that makes my mouth dry and causes my jaw to hurt which turns into a headache. I know it probably sounds like whining when I say "OMG it's hot in there" and use it as part of my reason to quit but if you worked there, you'd understand.
I awoke with my back hurting and although this eventually subsides, I found myself having new pains during the day: cramps. Now, I haven't had cramps or even a period for some time because of my IUD so I wasn't expecting it at all. In fact I assumed it couldn't even be my period and didn't check until I accidentally noticed while flushing the toilet. Nice one, ovaries.
Now on top of those two things I experienced the usual feast-or-famine deal with customers which means I either have a bunch at once or none - for hours. I'm not a person who takes being bored very well, especially when a proxy blocks all the good sites at work. After checking in on a few forums, I was bored out of my skull for the entire day while being physically uncomfortable. Nothing like having time on your hands to think about being miserable.
Besides that, nothing went horribly wrong except for the fact that my eyes were bigger than my stomach when it came to ordering lunch - I had a fajita and a sandwich. I ate the former and had no room for the latter. I wound up tossing most of it because it quickly became disgusitng sitting in the heat of the cage. This made me a bit sad.
I'm really glad to be done with that place, though!
Cole @ 3:10 PM
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okay, I'm not. That would make me old and I'd have a hard time explaining just how I can type and talk and stuff.
but I have noticed some conditioning in my behaviour. For example, as I'm finishing up in the bathroom after my shower and Ryan is playing Metal Gear Solid 2:Substance
, I hear the "Exclamation Point" sound which means that.. something bad has happened. Not 2 seconds later, Ryan follows by a loud and unhappy "fuck!"
So you see, not only has the video game conditioned Ryan to be its slave, it has, by association, control over me as well.
Cole @ 3:07 PM
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but I have noticed some conditioning in my behaviour. For example, as I'm finishing up in the bathroom after my shower and Ryan is playing Metal Gear Solid 2:Substance
, I hear the "Exclamation Point" sound which means that.. something bad has happened. Not 2 seconds later, Ryan follows by a loud and unhappy "fuck!"So you see, not only has the video game conditioned Ryan to be its slave, it has, by association, control over me as well.
Cole @ 3:07 PM
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These last 2 weeks have been full of that question and, honestly, I keep feeling so flabbergasted when people ask me! I want to ask them if they like theirs, if the crappy pay and poor hours are worth it? If the unbearable heat in the building, the drama and lack of customer service makes them feel good. Maybe they like knowing that no one gives a damn about them to learn their name or they relish trying to track down someone when there's an emergency or phone call when there's no way to contact anyone in the building besides physically hunting them down. Maybe the inconstant policies are thrilling to some. Maybe people love knowing they're just a go-between and have no more power. "I don't know" "I can't help you" and "You have to call the bank" might be their favourite lines to show the extent of knowledge of their job.
Or Maybe no one else wants a shred of happiness, dignity or productive in the workplace. But I do.
Truthfully, it's the culmination of all that and so much more. So I quit.
Cole @ 9:59 PM
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Or Maybe no one else wants a shred of happiness, dignity or productive in the workplace. But I do.
Truthfully, it's the culmination of all that and so much more. So I quit.
Cole @ 9:59 PM
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