not falling down

Rhyme: It’s Googleproof.

Finally, finally got the front page and chalkboard working again. The culprit was those sneaky scripts that say “Journal last updated (whenever),” which were looking for the old, nonfunctional NewsBruiser CGIs. That, and the fact that PHP functionality has changed since I wrote the scripts. Twice.

If you didn’t notice that those pages stopped working because there’s never any content, go away, kid, you bother me.

This morning at work, over the intercom, the receptionist lady called for somebody. I don’t want to print his exact name here, since odds are he’s probably going to egosurf one of these days and I’ve got a pretty decent PageRank. Let’s just say it rhymes with “Burby O’Shannon.”

What kind of name is that? I’ll tell you. It’s the greatest name ever. I think I’ll write a song about it!

(ROT13ed so I don’t get fired. You can translate it with the little button down there.)

Actually, I kind of like both ways. The one printed above is like a merry song Orcs would sing, or maybe Klingons, as they took cruel knives to something cute and fluffy.