the perennial joys of tech writing

i just love it when my reviewers tell me i've got something wrong in a section i didn't write, but which, in fact, came directly from the existing documentation.

no, i actually do. because it means they are really reading the damn thing, probably for the first time.

for the love of god, montressor!

my first match.com responder, who emailed with the title "Candidate god of your idolatry":

http://www.match.com/doubleblind/showprofile.asp?UserID=424345464B484F4E&trackingid=0&Bannerid=512884

well, golly. with prizes like this out there, it's a wonder i don't have a date every night of the week!

pfui.

i just canceled my match.com account. when they posted my photo, they slightly altered the aspect ratio, and my head looked deformed. they also edited my ad.

bastards.

whew.

i have a flat-panel monitor. and i have a dishwasher. and i have a bathroom fan.

and oh my god, it's so goddamn hot in my apartment.

in other news, i have eight pounds of pork in the fridge. tomorrow morning i will get up and fire up the grill and toss in some big chunks of hickory and smoke that pork until it is falling apart. and then i will serve it with a choice of either western or eastern north carolina style BBQ sauce, on soft squishy white buns with a big scoop of cole slaw on top.

considering the number of guys and their average size, i don't figure i'll have all that much in the way of leftovers. besides, i could eat half that much bbq myself in a few days, easy.

mmmmmmm, BBQ.

but man, i'm too hot and tired to cook dinner. maybe i'll just eat a big mess of potato salad.