Forgot about the ability to search blog entries. I'll get to that soon I guess.
I've finally wrestled these archive templates to the ground and kicked the shit out of them.
Actually what I did was run screaming from the templates and write my own CGI scripts to handle the archive displays.
Either way, it still works, and I think I can say that I've got the blogs fully implemented.
Now I've managed to cause the blog software to forget how to do any rebuilds. Just trying to add some new categories. If this entry shows up in the "technology" category then I guess I got lucky.
I'm not an idiot, I just play one on the Internet.
I'm not a particularly stupid person. I know there are some who'd disagree with that statement, but they're the stupid poopieheads, not me.
There are occasions, however, where I'm made to feel about as smart as the crap clinging to Happy's butt fur. This is one of those times.
I'm implementing these weblogs and the damn templates are driving me crazy. Why they have to make these things so complicated I'll never know.
The problem I'm having here is that all of the templates assume that I want to build complete pages. That's not the case. All I want is the weblog data itself so I can SSI it into my own pages.
I will figure this out, but for now I've removed the blog search and archive links since they were pointing to broken pages anyway.
Every now and then my company has events that combine brand education with team building. One such occasion happened yesterday at Louisville's Papa John's Cardinal Stadium.
The highlight of the day, for me, was the opportunity to taste Ardbeg's 10-yr-old scotch whiskey.
This stuff has the most peat content of anything else on Earth. The smell was intoxicating - so much so that I can still vividly recall the aroma 18 hours later as I sit here typing this sentence.
The taste, well the taste was pretty extreme. Probably the most buring sensation I've ever experienced short of one stupid day when I sampled straight Everclear.
This stuff burned, then softened, then lingered in the mouth very nicely.
I find myself craving the peat smell and aftertaste. So strong is this craving that I think it may even be instinctive.
Ah, the peat. I dont' remember where I first heard that phrase, but I now know what it means.
Tonight I went to Rich O's as usual.
The first thing I did was ask for a sample of the Cone Smoker to see if it was still the same crappy batch as last week.
(draft) I've given this a fairly high overall rating based on just some of the many dozens of glasses I've had. This beer fluctuates quite a bit, but the "normal" flavor has a pretty good smoke taste with just the right amount of bitterness. A nice change from all the smoked porters out there.
It was, so I ordered one of my old stand-bys, Community Dark.
Pretty bland unless it's the first beer of the night. I remain sad that Rich O's pulled Newcastle in favor of this one.
It tasted exactly like iced tea. No flavor at all. I guess drinking the stronger tasting beers has changed my palate enough that I've lost my taste for Community Dark. That's a shame since I used to like it a lot.
My next beer tonight was something was something very different for me:
(draft) This stuff smelled and tasted like apple cider. It wasn't really bad, but I can't imagine ever drinking more than one in a night.
My final experiment of the night was this:
(draft) This beer, while not a wheat beer, tasted exactly like I'd always expected what beers to taste like. It had no characteristics whatsoever. No sweetness. No bitterness. Just a slightly filling texture. All in all it was the best thing I drank tonight.
Top three nicknames for Survivor's Rupert:
1. Grizzly Adams
"We can't just keep shutting this company down."
Funniest thing I've heard in a long time.
Maybe you had to be there.