My first forays into webdesign and blogging occurred on Blogger because it was free and fairly easy to use/misuse. And while I have long since abandoned it for greener pastures (albeit pastures with their own brand on coding/structure frustrations and woes), I find it humorous that if you misspell their url, you get a special treat:
If you decide to visit Lee’s blog (or any Blogger site) and mistakenly type “leemcderment.blogpsot.com” (switching the s and the p) you go here via a sneaky javascript redirect.
Strange.
I bought my parents a Mac Mini for Christmas. It’s snazzy and darn cute.
I started reading Rob Bell’s Velvet Elvis last night and I can see why so many well-meaning, sincere Christians are upset by it and the implications they might draw from it (i.e. “no one can rock the boat of my Christian theology or they are evil” or something like that)… but I also enjoy the different worldview and interpretation of many of the tenants of Christian faith that Bell is discussing. I think the criticism can be close-minded and more based in cultural context issues than potential heresies. Just my two cents.
I might buy a Canon Rebel EOS 300D from a local photographer. Anybody used one? Thoughts?
I am currently addicted to Country Time Pink Lemonade. I let some marinate towards potency in the fridge over the weekend and let me tell you IT STINGS THE NOSTRILS.
I learned that the way I usually tie a tie is called a Four-In-Hand knot. (Handy website.) I need to learn the full and half Windsor knots.
I’m going shopping for furniture and lighting at Ikea soon with all my gift cards I got for Christmas. Thanks, friends and family.
I like the band Muse in a ridiculous adoration sort of way and I can’t stop listening to their cover of Feeling Good (mp3), a tune I grew up loving when I heard Nina Simone sing it.
I think that if you bought the book Adventures from the Technology Underground: Catapults, Pulsejets, Rail Guns, Flamethrowers, Tesla Coils, Air Cannons, and the Garage Warriors Who Love Them you would most likely be put on some sort of a government list that would entail non-fun stripping/searching activites every time you try to get on an airplane. That being said, what a coffee table book, eh?