I had a dream last night about boats, and now I'll likely never own one.

It was one of those dreams a guy can read into pretty heavily if he wants to, but I don't really plan to. There's better ways to spend my time. This font is kind of hard to read, isn't it?

Is that any better?

A bit I guess. Now it just looks like I'M YELLING EVERYTHING I SAY. Third time's the charm.

Better? Eh, a bit.

I'm playing with fonts because I'm at work. I'm supposed to be designing the website, but I'm just a little burned out on it. I came across all these cool fonts on the Google API, but good web design usually dictates the use of non-serif, fairly basic fonts, like the big one I used in the last blog.

I kinda get it, these are all harder to read, and if you look at the code for them, they're all horribly designed - if your browser can't display fonts from this API, this will likely end up looking like just a big, blank, empty screen. There's also quite a few layout differences between HTML5 blogspot and old shitty HTML3 wordpress, thus all the big empty spaces. The tags don't work right. Oh well.

Anyway, I wouldn't have ever know any of that if I hadn't been here writing about my dream about boats instead of doing my job, so I think my employer's getting what he's paying for. Yup.

So, the boats.

Yes, the boats!

Ok, geeze, you don't have to yell.

Anyway, the boats. I dream about boats and being on boats lots. I'm not sure why, really. I've always loved being on the ocean, but don't exactly live near it and haven't been there in what must be a little over two years now.

This dream started out as something else, but somehow ended with me being on a boat in a mild storm.

Steer into the waves! Sail through it! Look, the port, I'm safe!

So I pulled into the port, and was safe. The storm passed, and I went back out to sea. I'm pretty sure I was fishing for something, but it wasn't fish. I don't really know what.

Anyway, I cast my nets for a bit, without much luck, when suddenly the sky turned dark. It wasn't clouds, it was a tsunami!

You know, this dream isn't too interesting to write about. Basically, I run away from that, get to my house on shore, and hide with an alien pretending to be my dad (something to do with the first half of the dream, that I only vaguely remember), my little brother and sister (who i think are stand ins for my kids), and let the tsunami flood the house. We live, but then there's a bunch of tornadoes, and because I don't want to hide in the basement (tsunamis and all), but don't want to hide upstairs (tornadoes), we end up hiding under a giant popcorn bowl while both hit us at once. I'm pretty sure we were all about to drown (though in real life, I'm pretty sure the tornado would have just sucked us out of the water we were sitting in), then Sarah came home and woke me up.

I think the only reason I wanted to write about it was to ask this - where do you hide when you live near the beach, and there's both tsunamis and tornadoes going on?

This one is kind of cool, and looks like my printing.

This is going to be one of those long, pointless, shitty blogs that only happens because I don't have anything else to do and haven't blogged in a while. Blargh.

It was my one year anniversary a few days ago. It was ok.

We didn't do a whole lot. (we're old an lazy says sarah)
Went to see my grandpa (who is dying)
And listened to him talk about the old days (orange groves, as far as the eye could see!)
And that was kind of nice (he's an interesting fellow.)
Went to montana's (which was disappointing)
And ate shitty, expensive, cold food (which is exacty what it sounds like)
Then went to Wendy's (which is where we should have gone to begin with)
And ordered too much food (we are fat now)
And went to the lookout point (which was where our first date was)
Then couldn't decide on which movie to go see (they all looked terrible)
So we went to walmart and pretended to be Russian tourists (that was kind of fun)
And I got a dirty look from some dude (when I said I was going to sell Sarah back to my cousin Vlad)
So I yelled at him about american capitalist idiots (life in soviet union was of much better)
And told Sarah that she'd better start teaching our 12 kids to pull the plow soon (because soon they'll be old enough to have their own kids, and we'll have to have more or pull the plow ourselves)
And then we left (we spent too long there anyway)

Yup.

I'm really bored, and have only been here for two hours. 7 more to kill. Here's a picture I made the other day. Blogspot doesn't use tags, which is weird. This is a

for some reason.

It occures to me that neither of those tags will show up, being that they're HTML. Lulz.

Anyway, putting that picture there with an tag causes it to not fit right, as you can see above. Oh well. The "div" tag did kill my pretty writing though. I'm glad we don't use shitty blogspot much.

How	Bored	Am	I	?
Very	I	When	Work	!

Turns out I can't get hovery, cleverly written tables to work on here. Shocker.

I wonder if...





C'mon, click the cute kitty.

Well, that kinda worked. I think I've now used more advanced coding in this one blog than I have anywhere on the website I'm actually being paid to build. lulz.

What else?

Look, nice friendly red writing. Is good writing. Writing is of nice and happy.

Well, that's ok. I could never get that working right anyway. I don't really use any of this Javascript stuff enough to remember how to make it work.

I'm bored of being bored. I think I'll spend the rest of the day shutting off Wayne's computer from my desk, and then "fixing" it for him.