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.