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still working on the upgrade for this weblog. today i managed to do some sql data dumps and worked on the ability to add user comments. it won't be very much longer, and when it does go up, the site will be in a state of constant flux as i revise and add features over time. it's not too exciting for fans of the weblog since most of the work is behind the scenes (admin interface), but it'll definitely make my life a little bit easier since i'll be automating a lot of stuff i used to do 20th century everything-crafted-by-hand style. give it up for progress!

went running today, the last time i did that was a week ago. temperature in the 30's, i felt pretty good out there but still i stopped after the eliot bridge, walked a bit, before continuing my run. not sure what it was, i think they're fertilizing the hard football field or something, because the whole way around the charles river i kept on smelling dog crap. i thought maybe i stepped on something but i checked and my sneakers were clean. also today i made an effort to look for signs of spring, after seeing laurie's mother's photo of some emerging bulbs. a few weeks ago i saw my first robin, which is the traditional sign that spring is coming. i saw robins today as well (personally, i'm not a big fan of robins, they're a lot bigger than what you'd think they'd be which makes them kind of scary), but i also saw green bulb tips poking out of the ground. not sure if there are any signs in my small cambridge backyard, i'll have to take a look tomorrow. coming back from the run, i saw a bumper sticker that said, "i love my chubby hubby." who puts that on a car anyway, the wife or the husband? logical assumption would say the wife, but is having a fat husband anything to advertise? obesity leads to all sorts of complications, if she really loved him, she'd make him go on a diet and exercise more. as for the husband, does he want people to know he's fat? imagine if the roles were reversed, and he puts on a bumper sticker that read, "i love my fatty wife." imagine the outrage that would cause!

got my cell phone bill, the first one since i cancelled my land line. i was surprised i didn't accrue any additional charges and was able to stay within my 250 anytime minutes with 16 minutes to spare. my one year contract with at&t expires at the end of the month, i'm going to try to negotiate a better deal. if i had the money, i'd be curious to know about those new color LCD cellphones that can also take photos, you see them all time on television commercials. it's all gimmicky anyway, not sure if i'd ever find it useful. one thing i could never understand are the new games that're being touted as these great additions to the new phones. who plays games on their cell phones anyway? what happens if you've been playing hours of cell phone bowling and then get a really important call, only to realize you're out of batteries? my cell phone still scares me, even though i sleep with it because i don't have an alarm clock and i use the built-in alarm clock of my nokia 8260. it takes 16 buttons clicks to set the alarm (as deep as 4-2-2-1), something i can do in under 2 seconds now. i also use my cell phone as a lazy flashlight at nights when i'm walking around the house with the lights out. i'm scared of the cell phone because i'm worried about invisible signals. i personally believe that all these invisible signals that we're bombarded with every day is in some way bad for our health and scientists just haven't found definitive proof yet. wireless technology scares me. it's god damn witchcraft.

here's my routine: at 5pm i get comfy on the couch and i watch spongebob squarepants. this usually puts me in a drowsy mood and i take an early evening nap, despite the fact that i want to watch the evening national news. i wake up anywhere from 7-8pm and i make dinner. tonight i was stirred away by my cell phone buzzing and beeping. groggy, in the dark, i couldn't find where the phone was until it was too late. i think it was a caller-id blocked call, or maybe i turned the phone on just as soon as it was trying to figure out the number. anyway, whoever called me, if you're reading this, call me back, i have no idea who it was and thanks for not leaving a voicemail (sarcasm). i hate people who call and don't leave voicemail. i respond by not calling them back, even if i know they've called through the call logs. as for dinner, it was chicken noodle soup from a can mixed with some leftover rice from 3 days ago. i watched the gilmore girls, then there was nothing good on, so i went back to coding.