Server Update, Accountants, and Anna Nicole

First and foremost, let me state that Apache 2.0.43 and PHP 4.2.3 do not work together. You may be able to magically change source code from what a lot of people are saying, but I’d also like to turn into a fairy princess. It don’t mean its gonna happen today, tomorrow, or the next day. I settled for Apache 1.3.27 and PHP 4.2.3, which seem to be, surprisingly enough, working. Maybe I’ll go to apache 2.0 when they get the compatibility issues worked out. I also added Hiermenus menuing system to the site. It atkes up less space, but the formatting may be a bit wonky. If the main nav bar on the left is hiding things or looks strange, just respond below in the comments and I’ll try to fix it. I tested the formatting on IE 5.5 and Netscape 6 and it looks fine.

I spent Saturday evening with a gaggle of accountants. You know how accountants are supposed to be all boring? Well, I have a new theory, and it goes a little something like this: any group of people in the same profession can make for an exciting party provided (1.) they are young, and (2.) they are drunk. A third part of my hypothesis involves Mario Kart 64 and/or lasers, but I haven’t worked out the calculations enough quite yet. Suffice it to say that it was a good time and I did almost win the greatest game of drunken Risk the world has seen… since Napolean himself. Plus, any time I pass out uterly and completely, I would consider the night a success.

Finally, erin and I watched Anna Nicole last night. That bitch. whoop, I mean Anna, not erin. I cannot with a capital C believe that they gave this… person its own show. There was a part where she was in a hotel and a bellman was coming up to get her luggage, and on the way to answer the door she stubbed her toe. In a normal, un-coked out world, such a thing may be cause for foot-shaking and short explosion of swearing. In Anna’s world, you have to lean against the wall and sob unendingly while a confused bellman looks at you, asking if you’d “like a wheelchair”. I guess that’s what I’d have done if I saw a 400 pound drug addict wheezing, crying, and using the door frame as some sort of support. My heart goes out to you, poor bellman.

And with that, later dawg.