Here we go, my little rant for the day. Asthma sucks. I'd like to be able to breathe. That's what happens, you get a set of lungs then they don't work properly, and you're just out of your warranty period. I'd get a set of new lungs but then I have to worry about compatibility with my current system, and how to best get them. Retail lungs aren't very common, and black-market ones probably won't work with the bulletholes/stabwoundes and all. Gills would be kinda neat, but at the same time, it would make my neck a very sensitive area, and to see me dive for a bathtub everytime my air lungs fail would be kinda lame.
Another thing I hate... Dreamweaver... or specifically websites designed with it. Have you ever looked at the crap that it sticks in there? and the way MS word does XML is none too great either... in fact... if you can't code it by hand, it shouldn't be public IMO. It's different if you're using dreamweaver to do some down and dirty POS site that you didn't have time to actually plan (you should clean it up of course)... but you'd be amazed at the number of professional businesses with web presences use it... and use it poorly.
Another thing I despise... when you're helping someone out by hosting their orginazation's website and you inform them that you have the ability to use Multiple Virtual domains so they should just point their Domain at your IP address, and instead they use some crap-assed directory forwarder that makes it leech off of another domain... so not to be specific you make a domain like mydomain.com and then host it at say brent's domain Brentsdomain.com but Brent had stuff in his root so he gave you a folder to temporarily play with like brentsdomain.com/mydomain. well lets say something horrible happens and the old site hosted at mydomain.com was wiped, and you decided to switch it over without discussing it with brent to brent's domain. but instead of pointing at the ip, you point it at the directory underneath brentsdomain.com. This pisses me off... and why might you ask? Because now my logs are all screwed up... I could have kept the files in the same location, and made a new virtual domain for it so it would be a smooth hit to the site PLUS it would give you your own logs for only your domain. The more I get involved in web stuff, the more I realise that A. I can't design a web page worth crap. B. I know more than most people, yet the people in the know-less category don't heed my suggestions and hence keep driving the web one step closer to that intertwinement of crap that has 8 fail-points. C. that this rant is too long. and D. Dreamweaver sucks. well that's all I have today.

On a brighter note today, after I talked to Julie she was better, she said she's stressed and frustrated. She rubbed my chest and made me dinner, and told me to head upstairs. We haven't let the dog upstairs yet, so I usually feel better when I come up here... just not this time. I administered my albuterol via "the machine" and it didn't really seem to help. I feel helpless. I'm happy I have Julie, I love her. Unofficial will: if I die sooner than expected, I want Julie to have everything and distribute some of my more usefull things at her discretion, oh, and I want a viking funeral... in a boat, and all my friends can have bows with flaming arrows so they can try light it on fire to send me to valhalla, were I will feast in the great hall, and with my comrades go out in search of great battles. Preferably against Stryper, they suck. Did I mention that my health plan sucks?

Today is rather depressing. My asthma seemed better this morning, but since then I've had 5 minor asthma attacks. I can't really be around the dog, or my asthma instantly acts up... I was downstairs for a few minutes and I feel like I'm on number 6 already. Julie seems upset at me for being sick, it's a rather disheartening feeling since I can't help it in any way. I do everything she wants, I went to storage and emptied it out, I'm sure that helped my breathing problems a lot. The tempurature shifted in the last few days from 60s to 30s so that can't be helping either. I pulled my machine up (it's just an air compressor designed to atomize sterile saline and albuterol to get deep into my lungs) for the first time in over two years and I was asked if I really needed it. sigh, but on the bright side, it's not like I HAVE to breathe, right?

Sigh, the puppy we're watching makes my asthma act up, but for some strange reason, I don't have any topical allergic reactions to it... like no itchy eyes, or skin, when I pet it I don't sneeze, it was in my face for hours and my nose was clear. but when I woke up the next morning... I couldn't breathe. I puffed my albuterol inhaler like 8 times already today... I wish stupid things didn't make my lungs close up. asthma sucks. At least while I'm having these problems I'm not around any smokers, smoke makes my lungs hurt even more than they do normally. you people with healthy lungs probably don't know how nice it is to wake up and not have to struggle to get your breaths in. Anyway, the dog is cute, and I can't stop touching it... even if it does make my lungs close.

My mom called today to attempt to squeeze the last bit of life and intelligence out of me. Which sucks because I'm running extremely short on both things right now. I was thinking about going to my doctor, and then realised that the doctors you go see about problems, are really just normal people or in my case, an idiot. I was thinking a lot about dieticians, whose whole life revolves around people looking good, and some of the crap they say is good for you. As far as I can tell, as a species we hardly understand how our bodies work. But at any rate, I take doctor's advices very loosely. I compare them to programmers. normal doctors are like Programmers who use MFC or for the non-microsoft world people, microsoft foundation classes, while good doctors would be like programmers that code all their functions by hand, they have at least some idea of how things work. The elite specialists would be like that wierd guy that sits in the darkest corner of his empty dorm room and pumps out code in assembly. anyway, I just don't think most doctors, MFC programmers, or java programmers have any idea what their doing. I've written a whole 2 programs in my life, and one of them was done using MFC and to tell you the truth... I have no idea how it works!

Got my taxes done yesterday, big refund coming my way. I'm pretty happy about that. Went to hang out with some friends last night, and I learned something important, don't watch the discovery channel at 1:30 in the morning and think you remember what the special was about. I had watched a special on the evolution of the SCUD missile, and must have fallen asleep for 10 minutes or so and woke up when they were talking about the TLAM-D U.S. Cruise missile... I was freaked out at how accurate the SCUDs were because I thought they were talking about the many SCUD variants when they were talking about the TLAM-D. It's frustrating when your brian just doesn't work anymore. At any-rate I've decided to drop my math class because I'm too stupid to pass it. Well, that's enough from me, I'm going to go try to work.

I came in to work this morning. I finally updated a website that I help maintain for me and my friends... I felt bad for putting it off so long. But I talked to the girl who asked me to do it and she's always so nice about things like that. Some incompitent lady just asked me to copy a CD for her as a "backup" it was a whole 6.53MB worth of stuff. that's roughly 1/100th of the total space of a CD or in other words, less than 1% efficient. I have words for things that are less than 1% efficient, but waste management takes care of them all for me. If only they would take humans that are < 1% efficient... ah, but then we'd have no CEO's left. such is life.

Greetings all who read this. I made my blog name so long that it will be a pain to link to. Today's been an interesting day, I talked to a friend about the state of affairs with the country which I have changed the name of to protect its identity, we'll just call it Bushville. Well, in BushVille we're lead by our president to protect his identity I've changed his name to asshole. and now we're bombing everyone beause asshole is trying to take over the world before I can blow it up... and that makes me angry.