You may notice a few changes and potentially errors in the formatting of the site. That’s because I’ve started converting the layout and color scheme over to use Cascading Style Sheets instead of tables. To the uninitiated, what that means is that I’ll be able to more easily change the colors, look, and feel of my site at a later time. What it also means is that I’m starting to save a little more space on my server, which prolongs the inevitable move to a hosted environment. I’m not even done with the reformat on the templates and I’ve already saved about 2MB

• just from removing some static HTML that didn’t need to be there.

Anyway, I’m going to continue reformatting this thing, but it’ll be a bit before it’s totally complete (maybe several days) so bear with me. I’ve gotten the majority of the stuff worked out all right.

Oh, and check out your Print Preview - if your browser supports CSS properly, you should see the page reformatted to work better on your printer!

Mamma Mia! is a musical production that tells the story of a girl getting married who has never met her father. She finds out that there are three men who potentially could be her father, so she invites them all to her wedding and proceeds to try to figure out which one is going to walk her down the aisle.

The thing about Mamma Mia!, though, is that the music is all ABBA music - so when you go in, you already know the words to the songs, and you can’t help but tap your toe.

Now, I’ve seen several Broadway-style productions including Jesus Christ Superstar and Phantom of the Opera. I’ve seen almost every Cirque du Soleil show out there. So going into Mamma Mia!, I had a certain level of expectation for the showmanship that they were going to present to me.

And… eh. See, I love the music, but I expected to see huge singing and dancing numbers, right? Choreography and lights and music and action! But what I got was more like… four people or thereabouts, max, on stage during any given song (with a couple exceptions), and several of the songs delivered in a “soliloquy” format, where the stage goes dark except for one spotlight on the singer, who stands stock-still (no arm or head movement), delivers the song over the audience’s head, then returns to position and the action continues. A lot of the time I felt like whispering, “Psst! Pssssst! ACT!”

That said, there were some great laughs and it was a nice story they told, so I wasn’t disappointed, it just wasn’t what I expected. Jenn, on the other hand, came out totally wowed and loved every second. Expectations can definitely influence your view of a thing.

9:24a

I’m glad I don’t have to do anything tonight, because after last night’s Mamma Mia! outing and the Jet Lag outing the night before, to be honest, I’m beat and would just like to stay home and read my book.

The class continues to go well, and I think we’re back on easy street after yesterday’s lesson. I still feel pretty good about all this, so I’m kind of pumped to start working with the practice tests and see how I do. I hope the practice tests are accurate representations of the real thing.

I’ve informed my instructor that if I’m not here tomorrow it’s because I won the Powerball jackpot. I’ve got my ticket and now it’s time for them to draw my numbers. Can’t win if you don’t play, right?

10:00a

I’ve figured out how to get the web server log from the web server I’m hosted on, but it seems they only record errors (i.e., file not found) in their log, not successes. So I can see that some folks still try to hit images and things that don’t reside on my site, but I can’t see what my traffic level is.

Which just fucking figures.

So. I guess I have the option of putting stupid page counters on my pages or… Or I don’t know what else.

1:27p

Breaktime.

I’m feeling pretty confident the further we go into this stuff. It’s really feeling like a bit of review, which I hope is a good sign come test-time. Not having taken any of the Microsoft tests yet, I’m still a little wary that there will be a multiple choice question with a wrong answer, a right answer, and a Microsoft answer. I feel good that I could probably pick the right answer, but no promises that it’ll be the Microsoft answer.

Jenn got a shirt at Mamma Mia! last night that, unfortunately, is not the right size (they only had one size, so we figured we’d give it a go), but luckily my mom is going to see the show tonight and is going to pick up a different shirt (if they have a better size) so Jenn does not go shirtless.

Not that I complain when Jenn goes shirtless, but… well, you get the point. Heh.

It’s looking like I’m going to have to go with something like eXTeMe Tracking to get site stats. Blarg.

2:03p

Aw, shucks. We’re getting out early. Well, I guess that’s it for me!

I forgot to post yesterday’s class log, but there wasn’t much, so I’ll just throw it up here and call it good.

9:40a

I went to see Jet Lag last night as my first assignment as a movie reviewer for YouBored.com. All in all, I thought it was pretty good, but you’ll have to wait for the formal review to show up on YouBored. If it never shows, well, I’ll post ‘er here so the effort’s not lost. One thing I will say: Juliette Binoche… MMMMMMM…..

Something I need to bring out in the open, here, since it’s bothering me…

How come fat and/or old men have to breathe very, very loudly out of their mouths while they’re taking a leak? I mean, these guys could be doing a 500 pound clean-and-jerk for all the huffing and puffing they’re doing. Does pissing really require that much noise? Get that shit under control. I was just in the bathroom with this guy who walks about three feet an hour, probably a good hundred pounds overweight, and this guy sounds like he’s running a marathon while he’s doing his business. I couldn’t pee fast enough and get out of there.

11:41a

Class is heavy, sort of like the last class, but I’m not feeling as swamped because we’re getting the time to do the labs. Plus, since a lot of this is feeling familiar (which I think is a Good Thing), it’s a lot easier than the last class.

I got my self testing software yesterday so I can start to take practice tests and quiz myself in getting ready for the actual tests. I think after this class is over, I’ll spend next week prepping myself for the test (in the evenings) and get that scheduled. I’d like to get these things behind me so my nerves aren’t piqued.

1:17p

Two-person class + No questions = Short days, which is just fine with me.

I’ve continued working on and off with the revised CSS layout of the site and I think it’s pretty much done, but I’m too much of a chicken to put it up. Because that means going through and doing these major changes, and if it doesn’t fix everything then it’s going to be a big pain in the ass. Of course, if I don’t put the stupid thing up, I’m never going to figure out what I’ve left out, so maybe I should just do it.

I think I’ll back up the site first, though. At least the templates.

Friday night, the Fourth of July, Jenn and I went down to the Salem-Keizer Volcanoes baseball game and took part in the fireworks show after the game.

Now, when I say “took part in,” what I mean is, “we actually hand-lit the professional fireworks show.”

My boss, Greg, is a licensed pyro and was hired to do the show down there. He needed some help, so a couple of the guys in my department and I stepped up. Hey, it’s fireworks - up close and personal.

Jenn and I got down there about 3:00p, just after Greg. Greg brought Mike, a guy who used to be in my department but defected to go to the Security department (bastard). We sat around for a little while to wait for the rest of the guys to show up. Eventually, Eddie, Justin, and Brad arrived and we started setting up.

We dug out a trench (thank goodness the thing was already dug from last year; all we had to do was clear it out a bit), set up the boxes of fireworks, and then… waited.

A lot.

At some point around the 6:00p timeframe, Justin’s wife showed up with food - oh, yeah. Eddie also made a burger run, so there was no shortage of chow.

Around 9:00p or thereabouts, Justin, Brad, Mike, and I all got into our fire gear (fireman coats and helmets with face shields). Around 10:00p, the baseball game ended and Greg fired up the first “fusee” (basically a road flare that you use to light the fireworks with)… and we waited while the baseball people got their crap together.

Shortly after, Greg lit a second fusee (they took too long and the first got put out), handed it to Brad (my fireworks lighting partner) and we lit the first box.

It’s like a damn war zone when you’re lighting these things. You have to stay on your knees, crouched down (so your head doesn’t get blown off by one of the mortars), carrying this road flare that’s dripping molten plastic, and paying attention to Greg, who tells you when to light the next box. You’ve got earplugs that help out, but you can feel the impact of each mortar as it fires off. Burned (and burning) particles come raining down on your head and back (that’s why you’ve got helmets and coats) and your lighting partner has to brush them off of you so you don’t get burned.

Scary shit, man, but fun like nothing else.

I mean, it’s dangerous stuff, but we were all being totally safe and careful, and I think what made the whole thing fun was knowing that we were able to blow stuff up in a fun, yet reasonably controlled, environment. It’s that rush you get when you’re blowing things up with M-80s when you’re a kid… but way bigger, and way better.

So, that was my Independence Day. Good times.

Saturday and Sunday I didn’t really do anything of note. Jenn and I did our usual household chores, shopping, etc. Rented a couple of movies (Tears Of The Sun and Save the Last Dance), bought xXx in Superbit format. Got me a nose/ear hair trimmer. That’s it.

This morning Jenn’s cell phone rang at 4:46a and I never did get back to sleep. I’d kill her, but I’m too tired. And now I’m in training, getting ready for class to start.