The Rooftops

2004-03-07T08:54:00.000-08:00

I am the bad blogger who never blogged, and am surprised this blog never went where the bad blogs go to die. Decided finally to Blog of my own free will, but you'll note that I don't exactly have any neat gizmos or gadgets to help me blog with. For a good time, I'll be learning CSS and Javascript and finding Blog topics, as well as choosing group Blogging activities to participate with. Until I get somewhere, this place is officially under construction. The Rooftops already aren't safe. During construction, they certainly won't be. And once I get done with all that, it can only get worse. You may be tired of my text-only posts by now, so I better get a good start on that coding while I consider actually posting a Blog topic. It's been... *looks at his watch* three or four months since I even looked at this place. I'll be a good boy, now.

2003-11-08T12:44:00.000-08:00

As you enter this Blog again, you probably wonder why this place is called "The Rooftops," why I haven't blogged in so long, or just why I bother even trying to Blog when i know I'm uninspired. Now you look back and realize that I put off the topic by rambling on pretty much to either fill space or amuse myself. Let's go by the latter... Unless you so enjoy the thought of me just filling space, which you most likely do.

This place is called The Rooftops because just like a rooftop, when you come in here to read, you realize that taking what I write too seriously will send you tumbling into insanity. Falling from the page screaming can either mean that laughter caused you to accidentally hit the escape button or that you simply got sick of reading this drivel and shut the window down. So... have fun, go crazy, and if you fall off, I guess that's your fault for climbing up here.

2003-10-21T23:01:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine once said that sharing a testimony of the gospel is like those people selling George Foreman grills on those infomercials. If the George Foreman grill were the most important thing in the world, wouldn't we George Foreman grill worshippers be outside, cooking in it even if it's an indoor grill, and telling our neighbors just how wonderful it is?

I know that the ad above will probably have something to say about the George Foreman grill due to my text being anylized, but I guess I'll slap my own ad on just for giggles:

Click the link above to visit the Macy's Store Web Site section on George Foreman grills.
Or not.

2003-10-11T10:59:00.000-07:00

If you'll look at the ad above, you'll notice that it somehow bases whatever is advertised on the words I type in ths Blog. My mother recently saw hair-loss prevention products advertised above, based on text from my first post. I had a good laugh over this, which is a first for blogging.

To better explain my moods, I decided to add an imood counter to the right side menu. As of now, I am feeling "cosmic". This has been my mood off and on for a good, long time, based on my recently obsession over Starfox 64, a very fun old game I simply can't get enough of. A lot of my future moods wil depend on my dosage of that, just a kind warning to all. I am yet to think up a proper blog post, but we might get lucky later today.

2003-10-05T13:03:00.000-07:00

I've been reading a lot of the Terry Pratchett book series recently, and now I have taken an online test to find out which character I most represent. I'm not surprised with the result, but I am also not too satisfied. Still, facts are facts, and with that in mind, the results mean something to me.

You are Nobby Nobbs, Corporal in the Ankh-Morpork
city watch. No one's entirely sure that you're
human from looking at you, but you have a note
signed by the Patrician saying that you are.
You like to drink and eat pig knuckles, and
have horrible manners. You tell a lot of dirty
jokes, and tend to horrify those of higher
classes. You steal small and insignificant
things and are despised (If you were to go
around killing people and stealing countries,
you'd be a "pillar of the
community"). Even though you are a
policeman, you tend to commit many petty
crimes. Here, have a drink of this bottle of
Old Peculiar.

What reoccuring Discworld character are you?
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2003-10-01T19:33:00.000-07:00

How to start a blog... I definitely know not, so I'll just start it by explaining myself. My mother urged me to Blog, and Blogging I am. In a sense, this is a journal of random thought, which is basically what goes on under that early-male-pattern-balding skull of mine. I never was reknown for logic, but merely for the inate ability to write stories, therefore, you are not, under any circumstance, going to fondly enjoy this Blog if you rate a person by how logical their writings are, even if I accuse myself of not being logical and merely creative wrongfully and I turn out shelling out some of the most logical Blog writings you have witnessed within your Internet usage lifespan.

Secondly, any constructive critique on your part will help an average young early-balding American lad with something he knows nothing of. I am yet to discover the potential my Blog has visually because I cannot preview it before my first post for some sort of confusing, yet partially sensible way in the fact that it hasn't been beforehand posted.

Third of all, any comments, should you even be capable of sending them and/or critique, are most appreciated. Comments such as "You stink" and "Worst Blog ever" are accepted, since you at least keep your language down in the process by merely posting them alone, unaltered. With that in prospective, I won't waste my time reading long rants on how people find me lame, boring, irritating, soppy, rambling, etc...

And finally, expect me to ramble on and on in my posts, much like the above previous text you probably either skipped, have forgotten, accidentally scrolled completely through, or, if you like surprising me, read completely through. If you think it is funny, you have permission to laugh, just try to control yourself while doing so, because I am not responsible for any uncontrolable laugh-related injuries.