I’d honestly prefer some intangible riches (something like love).

I tried a few things to stop spam on my website and nothing worked completely. So, I decided to add a CAPTCHA to my site. ReCAPTCHA was my captcha of choice.

The thing is, unlike most websites that use XHTML, my website uses XHTML and is actually output as an XML document instead of an HTML file (except in Internet Explorer, where up is down, right is left, etc.)—this is the correct way to use XHTML.

So why is this a problem? Apparently, many programs, reCAPTCHA included, use JavaScript that is incompatible with XML. So when reCAPTCHA tries to display its funny text and a nice text field, not a damned thing shows up (again, except on Internet Explorer).

The end result: only Internet Explorer users can submit comments on my website…how backwards. I suppose I’ll fix this in a few days.

This isn’t any revolutionary thinking, just a reflection on something I was ruminating about on my ride home from school.

People who drive gas-guzzling trucks make gas more expensive. They do so by using more fuel to get from one point to another than a car with better fuel efficiency would use. More fuel used leads to a higher demand, which creates higher prices.

Then again, I’m not helping anyone by driving 70 miles to home every weekend.

The past couple nights I was very bored before going to bed. Last night, to relieve the boredom, I decided to rearrange the furniture in my apartment.

I did this a few times previously but the rearrangement was usually limited to mere moving furniture around in the living room. This time I was going to do something useful. I was going to put an armchair in my shower.

And I did put an armchair in my shower. However, it did not fit—the armchair was too large. So, I laboriously moved the armchair back into the bathroom where I figured Scott and I could use it to sit while brushing our teeth or doing whatever else we do at the bathroom sink.

As if that was not great enough, by some form of magic, the armchair is still in the bathroom—probably because no one wants to move it back to the living room. Check below for photos from the adventure.

photo corral:
armchair behind shower curtain, armchair in shower, armchair in shower (view 2), armchair in shower (view 3), armchair in front of sink, armchair in front of sink (view 2), remaining furniture

Sunday night Scott requested a grilled cheese; I was bored and hungry so I gave it a shot. I had never made a grilled cheese before, so I had to check what the internet had to say on the topic before I could start making the sandwiches. Of course, once I was ready, I found out we had limited cheese remaining, but I pushed ever onward in the grilled cheese process.

Despite under−buttering one sandwich side, ignoring the grilled cheeses while one slice of bread on each sandwich burnt, and using what seemed to not be enough cheese, the sandwiches turned out well. If we had enough cheese, I’d make another one sometime.

Ever elated with my cheesy victory, I decided to try making some cookies last night. I looked online for a recipe, which confused me about the use of baking soda, which despite containing the word "baking" sounds like an item one would wash dishes with. So, I checked the baking soda box and found the same recipe. Somehow we had all the necessary ingredients, so I started mixing stuff.

Now, before making the cookies, I wondered why I never found chocolate−chip cookies without the chocolate chips. I found out why after tasting my cookies. They were very plain without the chocolate chips. Luckily, we can learn from our mistakes…

…Mistakes like making the lumps of pre−cookie material on the cookie sheets too large. As you can see in the photos, the cookies became essentially one massive, boring cookie.

In spite of the errors, I’m still proud of my first cookie−baking experience. If I ever feel the impetus to bake some cookies again, I’m pretty sure I’ll make a pretty mean cookie.