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FUCK YOU, WORDPRESS!

May 19, 2007 - 6pm

I’ve been trying all afternoon to upgrade Wordpress (the software my blog runs on) from version 2.1 to 2.2. You’d think this would be a doss.

It’s not.

I’ve been working on this for three hours, not including the hour I spent on it a few days ago. For a project that updates as frequently as Wordpress, they need a better way to upgrade. The current way is a mess, and I’m sick of it.

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Follow up: I finally got it working. However, it required the use of a graphical file transfer client using Windows. I couldn’t copy files locally and get things working. In addition, the documentation on Wordpress’ site directed me to use the wrong files for the upgrade. And I haven’t found any compelling reason for the upgrade.

Hobophobic

May 18, 2007 - 12am

I’m afraid I’m turning into a hobo.

Last week, Megan and I were walking back from the bars. (Needless to say, I was very drunk.) Despite my staggering and blurred vision, I noticed a cigarette lying on the sidewalk. It had obviously been stepped on because it was flat, but seemed fine other than that . I picked it up and put it in my pocket. Megan stared at me, disgusted.

“You’re not actually going to smoke that, are you?”

I grinned and nodded, then smoked the entire filthy thing down to the filter once we got back to the apartment.

This wouldn’t prove much of anything if not for what I did yesterday.

There’s a pizza place with outside seating on the corner of my block. I walked past it on my way to my car, and noticed a lone slice of pizza on top of a serving tray. The tables by the street were empty, and it looked like the pizza’s owner had paid and left. I stared down the slice, my brain churning furiously.

Do I steal the pizza? Am I really hungry enough to steal food from a restaurant table? Is this pathetic? How long have I been standing here thinking about this?

I snatched the slice and walked away briskly, hoping no one had seen me. And it was delicious.

It tasted like hobo victory.

Also, like pizza.

Dislocated Shoulder

May 11, 2007 - 12pm

Yesterday, I partially dislocated my shoulder when I was hipthrown in Tae Soo Do practice.

It had been a while since I’d been thrown, so I seriously screwed up the landing. To give you an idea how I fell, imagine lying on a bed face down with one arm dangling over the side. Lift your forearm so that it’s parallel to the floor. Now imagine the bed vanishes, and you land with all your weight on your forearm and elbow, shoving the top of your humerus past its usual orbit towards your shoulder blade.

I heard and felt the crunch/pop before I’d completely hit the ground, and knew that I’d seriously screwed something up. I tried to push myself up off the ground using my now-nonfunctional arm, only to find–much to my surprise–that it wasn’t responding. It wasn’t numb and it didn’t hurt. It just refused to move.

“I think I’ve dislocated my shoulder.”

I laid there for a bit, waiting for my arm to respond again, while a general air of “Oh, fuck–now what?” gripped the rest of the students and the instructor. I got a few offers for rides to the emergency room, but declined them. It hurt, but not much. Fortunately, one of the other students is a professional massage therapist specializing in injuries, and he popped my shoulder back into joint for me.

I went home, pulled a sling out of the closet from a shoulder injury last year, then bought some beer and a large burrito. I had a doctor’s appointment scheduled for today for my knee anyway, so I figured I’d just wait and save the extra $30 my insurance company would charge for an emergency room visit.

The doctor today agreed with my assessment, took a few X-rays he knew beforehand wouldn’t show anything useful (they didn’t), and told me to take it easy for a few weeks. I asked for a referral to physical therapy to prevent further injuries and some sleeping pills. I woke up several times last night with my ring and little fingers tingling because I’d been sleeping on my side, and apparently on the nerve that runs to them. When I sleep deeply, I sleep on my back instead of my sides. He gave them to me.

Other than the minor pain and popping in my shoulder, I’m ok. I’m hoping that if I actually do the PT exercises I get, I’ll make a full recovery.

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