Saturday
Wednesday
done deed
laughter
surfing the net and ran into this. these guys are funny, have tears running down my face.
the big fly
still exploring their site.
Tuesday
trip pics
Trippin pics
for those of you the link doesnt werk fer
thats http://www.angelfire.com/de/karitz/wcflowers.html
-jord
Monday
computer woes
so many neat web building tools, editors, toys, toys, toys.
all meant to help you learn.... to many to try them all, dang it.
tons of templates to mess around on also, but so far i screw everyone of them up and get to start all over again..
im having a blast while im learning this junk. i feel like the little girl in a store with choices galore and i wanna play with everything.
not going to network the two machines right now, being as i am on a dial-up, it would slow both machines down to much.
wish we could get into that damn cable they dug in up in town.!!
Sunday
sense relief
the neighbors will have fun with this - they finally gave up yapping in my ear and go right to the barn now. milestone there for the neighbors - yup. been a few years since i've allowed the guys to play out there ... the band members have been given the obligatory warning, threat of death from pain if u will, concerning gathering of people, drug and alcohol b.s. shall see how things go. so with that ---
Friday
coding problems
different commenting system not working. this is frustrating as hell. looks like the code for the "shout out" comment script is gone. how the hell does it disappear like that? every single one i've attempted to use has done this, i'm doing something wrong. on the prowl to see what it is i'm messing up on.
same thing is happening everytime, the coding is replaced with the anchor tags. grrrr, have reinserted the complete code, see how long it lasts this time. usually happens after i add a link or sumthin to the template using blogger editor.
update : blogger editor faq's solved the mystery. the editor they provide - used through a browser - corrupts script code. whew. it's not something i was doing.
Thursday
Cree Indian Prophecy
Only when the last river has been poisoned
Only when the last fish has been caught
only then will you realize money cannot be eaten
--Cree Indian Prophecy
Tuesday
watch out below
lost the comment coding again /sigh. i was working on some coding up higher no where near the coding for the comment script and it's gone ..
i have a codemacker in my machine - im thinking.
HI MOM
im posting on yours, yeah i know but whos gonna read mine :) no one i thinks. anyways,
hello people this is jordan. this is my first (published) blog so excuse the lack of interesting information. I had the greatest day ive had in a long time yesterday. Not one bad thing happend alllll day was pure enjoyment. i woke up early and me n eric and timmbro and amanda katie and ashley all went down to a place called blue sink to swim. It is BEAUTIFUL - first time i ever went. its like a playground made by god. a nice pond with pretty teal blu water and cliffs 80+feet high. there is also a nice stream running through to a cave right across big green rocks covered with moss and vines, like a scene outta a movie. and its all MILES away from civilization. I had SOOOO much fun reminded me of my younger days b4 i had worries, stress or cares. That night me jon and mom (kat) went to a third eye blind concert. it was so fun i was beside myself with joy. i jus kept laying back looking at the stars, thanking god for the beautiful day i had received. thanks for the invite ma
Monday
music
did a mix of their last couple of albums and stuff from an album coming out.
How's it going to be
I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,
Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for,
When I say out loud, I want to get out of this, I wonder,
Is there anything I'm going to miss,
How's it going to be, When you don't know me,
How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there,
How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to about,
How it's going to be, 'Cause I don't care,
How's it going to be,
Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can't ignore,
Like . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty,
don't see lightning like last fall when it was always about to hit me,
I guess that is how it's going to be
How's it going to be
When you don't know me, any more
How's it going to be
Want to get myself back in again,
The soft dive of oblivion.
Want to taste the salt of your skin
The soft dive of oblivion
above song received the most response from the crowd. an - ok - show, glad i went. we left before goo goo dolls came on
holidays
labor day rural tennessee. drive the back roads around here and handmade signs direct you to 'dove shoots' set up on open fields. a few of the evil dove killerz have lawn chairs spread out next to their trucks with the homemade campers hanging off the back. the dudes are decked out in the latest cammi gear to hide em from the poor little birds - i saw waists bulgin' with the essential compass, water flask, swiss army knife, bowie knife and other stuff i couldn't identify.
thanksgiving time is when the turkeys are hunted on these same fields. ya - it bugs me. i don't like killing birds. we are losing them to pollution and disease way to quickly as it is. as of last week 6 birds confirmed with the west nile virus making its rounds.
Sunday
coding problems
waffle house drama
ok .. there is no getting away from peyton place drama. i've been working here a week and everyone talks about everyone else. this is so-so-so small town. you got your regulars hangin out day in and day out - hours on end - sitting at the counter - downing that caffeine, puffing them smokes and oh ya, egging some of the girls on with the gossip around 'who is doing who' and 'whose baby is that anyway'. which one of you - heh? guys? i avoid working the regulars section as much as possible. they seem to know i'm not into that kinda sandbox play anyhoo and leave me to do my 10 hrs and get the hell outta there.
a few of the girls get off on the drama hard core. bleh, makes me shudder. then there are the girls with that work phobia disease, the girls that just know their sidework is now magically your sidework. than the hard working girls that have been there since the beginning just taking care of business. over all it's a neat place to work. shall see how it goes.