Archive for February, 2009


February 27th, 2009 1 comment

This is version somewhere between 3.5 and 5.0. I’ve finally given up on maintaining my website’s architecture manually. The W3C (no, I’m not linking them) have won with their stupid, infernally complicated written-by-committee changes to HTML. I want to beat senseless whatever asshat came up with the strong tag.


Okay, nerd off.

WordPress is now driving Doom’s World. I’m probably not done tinkering with it, but I’ve already missed my window for the gym and I have other stuff to do. Next stop, sorting out the blog roll.


It’s that time again

February 24th, 2009 10 comments

Tomorrow is Fat Tuesday, which means Lent is about to start. For those of you, which is a lot, who haven’t known me really well for a year, I have observed Lent for, um, 4 years now? This is year 4, I think. No, it’s year 3. Anyhoo.

Aside from the theology behind it, Lent is good time for me to look at my life and see if anything needs to go for a while. Anything of the things I like, anyway. And there is. Oh boy, is there.

I was doing a little early Fat Tuesday a little while ago (less than an hour) and I thought, what about fast food. I eat kind of a lot of fast food and that would certainly be a sacrifice. But no, because my first idea, and the thing I gave up my first Lent, is an effective ban on fast food.


I’m giving up pop for Lent. Yes, it sucks, but it’s nothing compared to being nailed to a tree and left there until you’re dead. This will also cut down on my trips to (sigh) Taco Bell and (weep) Hot Lips. Washing down a slice of pepperoni with iced tea just isn’t as satisfying.

So, the rules.
1: No pop. Pop is defined as unnatural flavored carbonated soft drinks. This doesn’t include fruit flavored fizzy waters. Because they’re water. And a shitty replacement (not as shitty as diet, tho).

2. The one exception is if during a meal there is nothing else to drink. But then I must drink (shudder) diet.

3: Substituting a carbonated energy drink during a meal is CHEATING. If in dire straights and the most likely outcome is falling asleep, I will allow myself a Red Bull/Rockstar. Non-carbonated versions are preferable. I should look into what those are.

4. The season of Lent doesn’t include the Sundays contained therein. But in the spirit of the season I will endeavor to only drink pop during meals. You’ll probably find me at Hot Lips with my mouth under the fountain. (No, not really).

In addition to the sacrificial element, this is a practical decision. I’m developing what I call Yelp Related Fat Ass Syndrome. Shitty acronym, yes, but you can just call it Yelp Gut. Bending over to tie my shoes has been a problem for a while now and while changing out of my workout gear at krav tonight I realized my dunlap is back. This is unacceptable.

While pop isn’t to blame for Yelp Gut (beer and bar food is), pop does account for a significant extraneous caloric intake. This coupled with the already begun process of getting my fat ass into the gym more days than not will undoubtedly help me preserve the God given temple that is my body. Or at least scrape some of the graffiti off.

I’m sure some of you have had a thought, JW, pop may be a good sacrifice, but it wouldn’t be the best one. The best sacrifice would be alcohol. And yes, you’re right, but there are two complications.

1: drinking makes me a better person. I firmly believe this. I’m friendlier, less of a dick (mostly, less grumpy certainly) and generally have a happier outlook on life with the magic elixir. After all, Jesus’ first miracle was water into wine, who am I to go against that?

2: my birthday is during Lent. A birthday without pop is sad. A birthday without booze is, well, Jesus’ first miracle was water into wine. So, yeah. And taking my birthday off would be a: cheating and b: a terrible fucking idea. Wrecking my tolerance for my birthday? Why not just shoot me up with botulism?


Sigh (a positive one)

February 21st, 2009 2 comments

My gym has this monkey bar like contraption to stretch on. It’s got a guide book to help the user. And it ate up my workout time. I’m getting back into working out in a hopefully more serious way. Part of this is embracing stretching for really the first time. I’m not getting any younger, y’know.

This thing, I stretched muscles I didn’t know were there. In my lower back, especially. Apparently there are layers of muscles in one’s lower back. I think I knew this in a distant way, but I felt them today. One at a time. I feel a little worn out, like I had a light weight lift. I’ve always enjoyed a good recreational stretch but this is a different league.



February 14th, 2009 No comments

Stop!, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

Club kids require simple, explicit instructions. "Stay" is a good one,
too. Dunno about "roll over" but "beg" would work if you’re offering
Jell-O shots.


Russian Roulette?

February 9th, 2009 No comments

Russian Roulette?, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

I laugh at salmonella! Ha!
(I’m just kidding. I’m totally afraid if you. Please don’t infect me)



February 5th, 2009 No comments

Useless, originally uploaded by JW Doom.

Full size door to a cube farm.