How is it that I’m still up at 03:30…?

So I’m in the parents’ new apartment. It’s a very nice apartment: looks expensive, and folks in this part of the city drive expensive cars. Life goals achieved, right?

I wore my new “I love c_ck” t-shirt (courtesy of Dr. 7, Luke, and Bob; I hate to write that phrase on my website… *cringe* I can only imagine the search hits) home, and my father’s reaction was funnier than my mother’s. She suggested we find another one and buy it for my auntie; my Old Man made all sorts of Old Man faces and frowns.

I spent my first three hours attempting to get myself some Internet (and fixing theirs in the process). This included hunting through every damn box packed from my room (labeled “office”, interestingly enough) until I found a wireless router with which to split their DSL connection. After a bit of hackery to obtain the router’s admin password, I slapped a WEP key on that bitch and had the whole family surfing in no time.

I swear, I think they save these problems just for me. Like blinking VCR lights.

Hmm. Then there was much food (Old Man treated us to Olive Garden).

I think I’m misremembering the order of events… It’s late; I’m allowed.

Then came more computer fun. Yanked my old and big and beautiful ViewSonic PF790 monitor out of a box and hooked that shit up to my laptop–high-res, but big bold fonts and high refresh rate. Mad programming sessions, here I come.

Couldn’t find a USB keyboard or a USB wireless unit for the four wireless keyboards we have lying around (literally, and all in my damn closet), so I have the weirdest (and highly uncomfortable) setup: typing on my laptop (whose screen is off), mousing on my laptop, twisted to look at the big monitor on my left. Touch-typing gets difficult in these situations…

After more food (Arby’s just isn’t the same without my guys…) came some website fun, which is going to be my project for the next day or two. Well, screw that: sleep is my main project for the next day or two, but in the time slots around that and mad amounts of eating, I’ll be brushing up on this here domain, my Rose site, and the NSBE site.

In that order. Question my priorities not.

At any rate, commenting here should be fixed. Hopefully. We’ll see if I start getting comments that I don’t get e-mails for. Report errors, folks! Holy hell, I have no damn idea how long that error was sitting there, and nobody said a damn thing…

There are and will be inconsistencies in site navigation until I whittle away and add all I need to. Links will appear and disappear.

Yay for editing live content. Anyone who was randomly watching the photo gallery got quite a show this evening.

Speaking of which, the photo gallery is pretty much presentable in Firefox, ugly as fuck in IE (grr). I had to hack the shit out the code, unfortunately, to get a style that I liked, because the original code uses frames and that broke me. Actually, it was more like I hacked the shit out the code thinking I needed to, then I spent the next two hours piecing it back together when I decided I could make the original work with something close enough to my style to make me happy. Main site navigation disappears once you get into the actual picture sets, but I tried to improve it by including a link back to the main gallery page. Eh.

The photo that appears on the front page of the photo gallery is going to be my stock photo when anyone asks what I look like. It’s already my profile picture on The Face Book, and I’ve been told it represents the “inner Lissa” (Javid’s words, if memory serves).

Oh, and Ivan released version 2.5 of the photo catalog[ue] recently. Trés sexy.

I also made a couple of collections in the gallery for older sets of pictures, including the last Thorn night of the 2003-2004 school year. Nostalgia hit me surprisingly hard looking at those…

Metasun released a new version of Metatraffic quite some time ago that I finally upgraded to; add some database compacting, and I’m set there.

Next up: internals of site navigation, making my father’s upload script prettier, playing with robots.txt, maybe a color change. And I have three “poke, poke” e-mails to respond to in light of my last post: tomorrow, I promise. First order of business once I regain consciousness.

[Listening to: Leave Me Alone – Natalie Imbruglia – Left of the Middle (4:23)]