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June, 2002:

why?

Many, many people are screaming that Linux/Apache/MySQL/PHP (LAMP) is a POWERFUL combination, and I whole-heartedly agree. Even more people agree that MySQL is very powerful. From a different avenue, many people enjoy maintaining a weblog of some sort.

Given that, why are the (arguably) best blogging engines (in terms of flexibility, and customization abilities) simply scripts that generate static HTML pages to be served up one at a time in true-static fashion (see: moveable type, greymatter, and blogger)?

Sure, there are a million little scripts that have been written with MySQL in mind (see monaural jerk), but none of them allow the customization that these other tools do. My basic gripe is that they don’t support customization via HTML in a plain template file with storage of the data in a MySQL database. I don’t even care what language it is written in, as long as it does the basic blog-type tasks (post an entry, entry archives, comments, categories) with customization via template files and storage in MySQL or some other (non-windows based) database server or even XML flat files.

Why not? It’s not any more difficult. In fact, from my perspective it is easier, and less error prone and saves the user a million steps like “regenerating”. Additionally, it saves on overall storage space (because you don’t have all that bloated HTML that looks the same everytime), makes URLs look cleaner, and makes it easier to do a sitewide update.

Does an application like this exist and I’m just missing it, or is there a severe shortage here? I’d much rather jump on some other bandwagon than try and start my own.

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If there weren’t 27 million people in my apartment right now I would scream as loud as I could.

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fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

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I have never been more frustrated with not being able to actually look at someone when I am speaking to them than I am right now.

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I shouldn’t be up this early, but I am. Too much to think about.

Jess–

(filtered just for you)

I tried to send you an email tonight, but hotmail bounced it saying your mailbox was full.

Here is what I tried to send:

I am going to bed. I can’t think about this anymore tonight. It is tearing me up into a million little pieces trying to think of the perfect words to say to you to help you understand.

Please call me or text page me or something when you get up. I have a few things I’d like to talk to you about.

I love you..

Daniel

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I love her more now than ever before. Wow.

Yes, monkey, I told her. And she didn’t care.

I have a wedding to go to. Shit.

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I’m tired, cranky, worried, paranoid, stressed out, and insecure. But even with all that, I love her, and that makes everything seem okay.

you just don’t know…

Sure the story I posted about the car driving through the building is funny. But you really can’t appreciate it until you’ve at least been in that building to understand the dynamics of it all. understandsthren>’s been in that building, and she understands. It’s just amazing that ANYONE could be drunk enough to drive through a plate glass window and NOT realize that they were IN a building as opposed to being ON the freeway, and yet still manage to navigate their vehicle as far as this person did without hitting anything.

It’s just amazing.

to whom it may concern…

This is mostly for you, you, you, me, you, you, you, and my mom. But others may find it interesting/useful as well.

Here is my schedule for the next few days.

Wednesday

  • Get off work around 3:30pm.

  • Go home.
  • Pick up Tux at 4:00pm.
  • Change clothes.
  • Mail a letter.
  • Get to my mom’s by 6:30pm.
  • Brother’s bachelor party at 7:00pm. Ugh.
  • Try not to kill brother.
  • Party over around 11pm (I hope, I hope, I hope).
  • Home by 11:30pm or 12:00pm.
  • Maybe talk to this sweet thing.
  • Go to bed.

Thursday

  • Get up.

  • Work from home.
  • Gather up paycheck stubs, electric account number, and a check for $200.
  • Leave the house by 11:15.
  • Mail a letter.
  • Doctor’s appointment at 12:00pm.
  • Sign papers and drop off deposit and paycheck stubs at the new apartment.
  • Go home.
  • Eat lunch.
  • Load the audio gear that Justin is lending my family for the wedding into my truck.
  • Change clothes.
  • Get to my mom’s no later than 5:00pm.
  • Unload the truck.
  • Leave for wedding rehearsal at 6:00pm.
  • Rehearsal at 7:00pm
  • Try not to kill brother.
  • Rehearsal over at 8:00pm.
  • Rehearsal dinner at Tony Roma’s.
  • Try not to kill brother.
  • Home by 11:00pm or 11:30pm.
  • Talk to my baby if she’s still up.
  • Get camera back from Emily.
  • Go to bed.

Friday

  • Get up.

  • Work from home.
  • Eat lunch.
  • More work from home.
  • Get ready for wedding.
  • Pack up camera gear.
  • Leave at 3:00pm.
  • Get to mom’s at 3:30pm.
  • Help load things up into trucks.
  • Get to wedding location at 5:00pm.
  • Get ready for wedding.
  • Wedding starts at 7:00pm.
  • Try not to kill my brother.
  • Get home around 12:00pm or 1:00am.
  • Wish that the love of my life were awake, but I know that she wont be.
  • Go to bed.

Saturday

  • Sleep all fucking day.