Good lord, people! I'm a girl! I am not a boy!

When referring to a woman or an individual within a group of women, the proper pronouns to use are "she," "her," and "hers" (not "they," "their," and "theirs," as so many people like to use).

That means, if you're talking about me specifically, use "she," not "he."

Just because I like web technologies, make a living programming, and enjoy the tech world, doesn't mean I'm automatically a boy.

Grrrr....

Maybe I should drop the nickname.

Or give up and let Boris' nickname for me stick.

Sheesh.

On live television this morning, Dick Cheney was giving a news conference in Gulfport, Mississippi. He was answering various questions about the flood, when, in the background, someone called out, "Go fuck yourself, Mr. Cheney!" Cheney looked up, and watched as the person who called out was led away behind the camera.

Another news reporter asked, "Do you get that a lot?"

From the distance, another "Go fuck yourself!"

Cheney replied, "First time I've heard it. Must be a friend of John."

Deadpan ha ha.

After playing the scene again (yay Tivo!), Kris turned to me to comment, "What cracks me up is the 'Mr. Cheney.' You have balls up until the point where you call him 'Mr. Cheney.'"

"Why not just call him Dick! at that point?"

"Exactly! You have the perfect chance."

Later, we watched a shot of Supt. Eddie Compass from New Orleans, who commented that in New Orleans, only police officers are allowed weapons.

Kris replayed it twice for me, watching my reaction.

"Hmmm.... I wonder what happened to the 2nd Amendment."

I looked at him stunned.

"And you have no comment. I wonder if the 2nd Amendment was suspended."

I was too stunned to comment.

What the hell is going on down there?

Hi!

You're probably looking for my other site, which actually has some Drupal related stuff on it. I'll be writing up details of the whole PostNuke to Drupal conversion (including some of the pain Bharat went through with it), which is probably more of what you're interested in than my dogs, my ultimate game or my transistion from emacs to vi.

If you're a PostNuke person looking to transistion to Drupal, well, yeah, I'll get those details up, too.

You can contact me in the mean time, if you have specific Drupal/PostNuke/Gallery questions that I can answer.

Pretty much the only way to switch from one editor to another, or one program to another that does the same job but with different keystrokes, or from one operating system to another, is to go cold turkey.

None of this half-ass, oh I'll just use this for a little while, until I learn all the commands and details I need to know to use it effectively crap.

Which brings me to my current pain point.

vi

Slowly, but surely, I'm learning how to use this editor. Slowly, but surely, I'm discovering, yes, even the great vi has issues, and that, truly, emacs would be reigning king if not for the control key pinky of death.

I'm going to go from the control key pinky of death to the escape key ring finger of death.

Ah, the aftermath of an ultimate tournament.

Especially a high level one, like this weekend's tournament.

I slept 10 hours last night. The first night I've sleep more than 6 hours since the night before BarCamp. I think my body needed the time to figure out exactly what the heck I just did to it, as I woke up sore.

Sore for the first time in the longest time.

The anti-inflammatories I take daily mean regular exercise won't faze my muscles at all. That muscle soreness and stiffness that sets in 1-2 days after exercising? The feeling that tells you, hell yeah, you've just done something great for your body? That feeling that I like so much, but most women think is icky?

Yeah, haven't felt that soreness since February. (Hmmm... I thought I had written about it, but I can't find it anywhere, so I must have been mistaken. So, how about now?)

I take anti-inflammatories daily. I have been since February, after a series of migraines late last year caused some subtle, but annoying, vision problems for me, and a doctor prescribed blood thinners that were causing me to bleed for hours with the smallest cut. I switched away from the blood thinners and onto the anti-inflammatories, and have been fine since.

Except I'm never sore after working out.

Which is unfortunate, because I like that feeling of soreness from a hard workout.

Taking a lot of painkillers in order to play ultimate is a double edged sword. On the one side, I'm able to play. I can run, jump, throw, pivot, fake, catch, fall, the works because I can move without pain. With enough ibuprofen, and the weakness in my left leg disappears, the pain in my hamstring lessens, and I can have fun again.

And, on the other side, I don't notice when I injure something more. I don't notice that maybe my achilles don't like this sprinting full tilt from our endzone to the opponents' endzone and back on the turn. I don't notice that, whoops, there goes that other toenail, didn't need that one either.

Though, at one point, I did realize that if I can feel where my marker's cleat stomped on my ankle when I pivoted to the forehand, and that I felt it through six Advil and half a Vicodin, that maybe, just maybe, an injury sub would be good to see just how much damage that cleat caused.

Not much yesterday, but I'm feeling it today.

That, and the delicious muscle soreness.

Finally.