11.21.2004

Let's give me my due. Honestly.

I'm really digging the widescreen. Do you like the widescreen? I like the widescreen.

I feel like it really didn't get enough attention in the last post. It was mentioned briefly, but then cast aside for a ginormous listing of silly people's online journals (which are now listed, as promised, on the sidebar.) And I felt bad because that was kind of giving it short shrift. So here's some more shrift, widescreen.

I wish I would have done some big announcement, like when Strong Bad did a flashback in widescreen. "Left side, brrrow. Right side, brrrow." But anyway, that's in the past. And I'm glad that my blog is no longer a direct representation of my physical self. Because there should only be so many tall and skinny things in this world.

(Seriously, I had to edit html and everything. I don't know how to do that! No idea! Did it stop me? No. It did not. And I have already sold the film rights to Lifetime.)

6 comments:

Rob said...

OOOooooooooo.... Tim....
Widescreen... Ahhhhhh......
Impressive....
(There, is that enough ego-stroking for you?)

No, I did give you props for editing the HTML. But really, moreso for letting me know that I can do it myself. It is much easier on the eyes, good job my child. And you're right, if everything was skinny like us, we would no longer be special. If everyone was super, no one is.

Anonymous said...

wow, my brother, you're so awesome, I wish I could find my sarcastic font, this is so hard to convey with just a typed message. All that I've got to say is that you had better bring some camo home for the annual Christmas Tree Hunt, because I'm taking all my Greek angst out on you.
For those of you confused, which might be everyone that isn't directly involved with the sillier ways our family functions, to find a Christmas tree our family must go out and while Mom decides between several identical trees, Tim and I usually push each over when the other person is not looking. Eventually this is boring just in time to make fun of our father, who is properly grumpy at this point, so he'll join the beatdown.
But hey, that's another post, let's have a discussion on redonklous family traditions that don't really go the way you thought they would. Like Rob, how about your tradition of always injuring yourself on your birthday? Or Tim, how about the time that you're always tall, man that's crazy.
-josh

Anonymous said...

"And I'm glad that my blog is no longer a direct representation of my physical self. Because there should only be so many tall and skinny things in this world."

This is why I heart you. This is why everyone hearts you. And I don't mean because you're tall and skinny. I fear we may not see one another for quite some time, so I have to resort to admiring you from afar (read: your blog). Sigh. Enjoy your family time over Thanksgiving. Part of me wishes I was going home with you, which is sad, not to mention creepy, but I think everyone wishes they could take someone home or be taken home by someone they love around the holidays. And this year is no exception. Oh yeah, and the widescreen is dope.

Take care,
Blog Stalker

Anonymous said...

Wow, Tim, someone loves you in an even more creepy way than I do. I'M THREATENED! *raises hackles*

-- Jake

Scott said...

Man, if you're using it and Rob is using I'm not copying by stealing it for myself. No, I'm part of a trend. I'm trendy. But seriously Rob hit it on the head, very easy on the eyes. And it has the side benefit of making your posts look shorter. Which is always good when you're reading some rediculously long posts, like you make! Sadly, so do Rob and I.

As far as the Lifetime story, I got the script. They changed you to a woman, and the lack of HTML knowledge to an abusive father figure or a date rapist. Which ever seems more feminist that day. The sad times we live in.... - Scott

Anonymous said...

Don't get your panties in a bunch. I'm really not THAT much of a creep. I just like playing the fun Internet creepster. It's a sickness I was born with...before the Internet even existed.

BS