I snuck (sneaked? snucked?) out of my cage just long enough to let everyone know I’m still alive. My whiteboard says (in big, threatening red letter) “2 WEEKS TO GO!” even though, I only have one week and two days (not counting the weekend, which I will probably spend working too).

Anyhoobers. I know I’m missing out on all kinds of yummy news stories this month, but darn it, if I don’t get this project done, they’ll take away my web-guru card and I won’t be able to blog at all!!

I promise to be back at full blogging velocity sometime in early October. (Notice how I kept that really vague. I didn’t even say which October!)

Can I just tell you, I hate being sick. I don’t have the energy to yell about it or anything, but if I did, whoo, what a fit I would pitch.

I started feeling “weird” last Wednesday around the time I showed up at church. My voice was kind of froggy. By Thursday at lunch, I was officially “ooky” and went home early from work. Friday, I fought through the violent, phlegm-filled coughs and actually got some work done, but as soon as I got home, my wife grounded me to the couch for the weekend.

I like TV, but I hate commercials. I also get really grumpy when 100 out of our 120 channels are airing something about terrorism and/or the 9/11 attacks. (The other 20 were either trying to sell me exercise equipment or teaching me the best way to cook squid.*) We still don’t have anything that resembles a TiVo, despite my best efforts, so the weekend was pretty miserable. I watched two movies (Bewitched: 4 grins, Brothers Grimm: 3 grins) and about five episodes of Star Trek TNG. I slept a lot during the day but not much at night.

Now it’s Monday and I’m back at work, still all snotty and coughing, but alive in spite of it all. The show must go on, and in my case, “the show” is a web site that needs to be done by one-October whether I feel like it or not. Three weeks to go. *sigh*

* These statements are false generalizations, but when I’m sick, I can not be held responsible for the truthiness of my writations.

These Jack Links commercials, “Messin’ with Sasquatch” are hilarious. But this one… It’s just “eww!”

Messin’ with Sasquatch: Water Bowl

You may know that I have now entered “crunch time” at work. I have roughly four weeks to complete a ground-up redesign of a web site that currently contains several hundred pages. To help myself remember to look on the bright side during these next few weeks, I’ve given myself the following WBQotW.

The more you cry, the less you have to pee.

If the stress becomes too much and I break down in tears at my desk, great! I just saved about three minutes worth of bathroom break for the day!

This little axiom came out of a conversation with my coworker, Dave, a few years ago.

YP ≠ MP

Dave has since turned it into a t-shirt on CafePress (Of course, Dave’s shirt uses the C# operator !=).

What you see above is a very geeky, supremely concise way to say, “Just because something is your problem (YP) does not mean it is inherently my problem (MP).” Thus it is not unusual around our office to hear a conversation ended with the phrase, “That would be a YP.”