Made pumpkin bread today. I used the whisk that works best for non-stick surfaces.

Unfortunately, it doesn't really wear well.

That whisk is about seven years old. It probably won't see eight.

Slightly related: happy dog!

There are moments when I sit here in Dad's kitchen, laptop in front of me, refrigerator humming along, clock ticking above my head, my back tired from sitting here for hours trying to finish a task, launch some site, finish something for a client or a my own project, something that was very important, so important, and I'm overwhelmed with the realization that, yeah, I'm going to die, and statistically speaking, I'm half way to that end.

I think of some of the things that I'm not going to do, and am sad at the thoughts of the activities I thought so important that I wasted my time on them, when they really weren't that important.

I think of some of the things that I just needed to have, and am sad that I thought that thing was so important that I wasted my money, which is just an exchange for my time, on them, when they really weren't that important.

I think of some of the things that really are worth my time, and am sad that I didn't realize how important they are to me, and that I was too scared to try when I had a chance.

I sit here, and cry at the loss of that time and the missed and dismissed opportunities.

I miss my friends. I miss the communal dinners. I miss the games nights. I miss the games nights when I could actually play the games. I miss the mountains. I miss the casual ease of friends walking into the house. I miss the ultimate games, the sidelines, the exhaustion, the car rides, the plane trips, the new places, the old places comfortable after annual tournaments.

I miss, well, I miss my old life.

And as much as I know that the new stuff is going to be awesome, during these moments, I mourn the loss of the old, and really hope that I haven't hit the half way point yet.

Whelp, fifth day after I opened up my hand, and it seems to have healed over by at least a layer of skin. I'm a little weirded out by this, as I'd rather it heals from the inside out than the outside in, but, well, not bleeding is a good place to be.

Yep, this pretty much sums up what my dad thinks about my picture taking habits.

Okay, so, you don't want to submit a form twice. While there are server side ways to prevent a form from being accepted twice, it's nice to prevent the need with a little client-side prevention, too. Better user experience, as a bonus.

Using jQuery, you could do this:

  $(".class-on-my-submit-button").click(
    function(e) { 
        $(this).attr('disabled', 'disabled');
    }
    );

The problem with this is that the disabled attribute on the button prevents the form from submitting at all in webkit browsers: Chrome and Safari (ref: http://www.google.com/support/forum/p/Chrome/thread?tid=152f74d4890dc84f&hl=en)

Instead, add a class and check for the class' existence to determine if the form should submit or not.

$(".class-around-each-form form").submit(function(e) {
        if ($(this).hasClass('my-disabled-class')) { e.preventDefault(); return false; }
        $(this).addClass('my-disabled-class');
        return true;
        });

I have a div with a class named .class-around-each-form around each form on a particular page, a quirk specific to my set up. You could use $("form").submit(...) also.

Stupid simple and frustrating if you didn't realize its need, or didn't test on all the browsers.