2008/04/22
CSS Containers and Tables So I am working on getting the IFRAMES (the frames that host the RSS Feeds and my POSTS) migrated into CSS Tables instead of the frames that they currently are. The only problem that I am having is having the individual CSS tables (that will replace the iframe) use dynamic content. I want the CSS table to run like the iframe but have them all on a parent window.

Any ideas or suggestions would be great. // sk0t @ 2:02 PM :: Comments [2] :: Digg This ::

2008/04/20
Finally! All I have to say is: "Finally". Time Warner has finally done something right. For the past 6 months since I have lived in my new house, I have been forced to order the UFC fights in standard definition. Now, I have a 47in LCD 1080p, and I have been forced to endure SD for months now. Since their channel realignment, that have added an InHD PPV channel, and we can finally order the UFC in HD. It is truly a day to celebrate.

Last nights UFC 83: Serra vs St. Pierre 2 was the best set of fights I have seen in a while. Each fight offered something for every type of fan. Ground games to Boxing matches... it was just a great fight card... and in HD, it was even better. // sk0t @ 10:10 AM :: Comments [3] :: Digg This ::

2008/04/08
Grafitti of Hate I am going to start out with an apology, 2 posts within a 30 minute time frame is a little excessive, however I want to post this.

Throughout peoples lives we are forced to endure things that change our perception on life. Some people go to prison (me), and some lose a family member early in their life, and others have a mix of things that all plot the direction on the path that their life takes. I remember moments in my life that have forced me to re-evaluate who I am. Prison didn't change me, however it allowed me to view the world from another mans eyes... as I watched and listened from the outside *seeing as though I had no direct influence on the actions of the outside world*. I knew what was going on where I was, was far worse than the outside world. I was surrounded by hatred... images fly through my mind like spray paint on an overpass. I keep remembering the worst moments of my life as if through the eyes of an artist. Had I the ability to paint... I could show a masterpiece... if a poet were I... a rhythmical climax is what you would have... could I sculpt you a statue... a David you would see... but I can not do any of those... cant paint, rhyme, or sculpt... what I have is my memories, and I allow them to build and build until the moment of rupture... behind the madness, and the inherent hunt for satisfaction that fuels our quest for lifes secrets... I know that my experiences lead me to where I am... I am just not sure where that is... // sk0t @ 11:51 PM :: Comments [0] :: Digg This ::

Changes I am a firm skeptic when it comes to the idea of change. Here is a definition taken from dictionary.com:

changes: To become different or undergo alteration

There just isn't a lot about that definition that I can believe in when it is referenced to people. People do not change... I fall victim to my own beliefs as well... I do not change... I am the same asshole/prick/nerd/loser that I have been since as far back as I can remember. I guess the problem with 'change' that I have is this, I know the old adage: "the only thing in life that doesn't change, is the fact that things change"... however I like to be more specific and not be so vaguely generalized in reference to the topic at hand.

There are different levels of change, for example, I do not think people that cheat, can ever be labeled as non-cheaters, I do not feel that they have the ability to change. I don't think that they have it in themselves to remove that kind of label.

Also, I do not think that I have the ability to change. I have been struggling with this for quite some time. How can I change, when the things that I truly believe make so much sense? dun dun dun... you can imagine where this is leading --> I do not plan to change. I do not plan to alter my view points on life to feed a hunger that is not my own. I am who I am. I lack the basic human emotion known as compassion. I am a great empathizer, but no compassion (they differ greatly from each other). I am in a place right now of contented betrayal. I know where I stand, and I know who I am... unfortunately... they don't match up. // sk0t @ 11:12 PM :: Comments [3] :: Digg This ::