I have an audience…ACK!

I just found out today that more than three people visit this site. Jesus Christ on toast with a side of mayo…

I think this means I need to actually make time to put up the rest of the pages. I have the templates all done, I just need to transfer over the content. Yuck. I hate transferring content. Then I get all mired down in minute details such as table sizing and text alignment and whatnot. I’m neurotic…bear with me.

And then there’s the myriad of photo albums. You betcher sweet ass that will take me forever to do because I have so damn many photos and albums and whatnot. And it will all be in JavaScript popups. WOO HOO! So all you sad bastards who can’t do JS or who have it blocked…you’re shit outta luck, ’cause I ain’t changing. You see this? This is me raging against the machine known as “I hate IE-itis”. Actually, the only browser I despise is Netscape. It’s like the shitty little ghetto in the middle of a bunch of nice suburbs and new housing subdivisions. Thugs with guns and brass knuckles and 40’s of Olde English 800 reside in the land of Netscape. The land that good coding forgot.

So I know I’ve said it several times before, but I mean it this time. Be on the lookout for pages added within the next week. No, seriously. They’ll be here. I’ll probably start at the left side of the menu and work my way across, for the sake of flow. Or something feng shui like that.

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Spent Saturday morning bottling the first vintage of Hat’s Rest Cellars wine. w00t! Mum and I met up with Michael out at his “wine shed” and dragged our carboys of choice syrah out onto the concrete slab, and it was there that we set about aerating and double-aerating and bottling and corking our wine. And now there are six pristine cases of Hat’s Rest Cellars Syrah 2004 sitting in mum’s dining room, waiting for our labels to come back from the printers. Yes folks, we have labels. Designed by yours truly. They look like they’re all special and were hard to make…but don’t be fooled. They were the easiest things on the planet to design. The only thing that will be sad is I got lazy and waited until the last minute to send mum the design via e-mail. So they’re being printed from a JPEG instead of a TIFF or Bitmap like I wanted (higher quality files = higher quality labels, for the uninformed). Oh well. The damn Bitmap was almost 7mb and I couldn’t see having my mum burn it to a CD and waste a whole disc on just the one damn image. I’m frugal when it comes to that shit, yo.

So oh well. I’m designing the lables for this coming year’s bottling so we can get them going even earlier. And I guess I’ll just burn all the Hat’s Rest stuff onto a CDRW to be smart. Heh.

There’s of course photos from the bottling. I’ll get those up this week as well and put a link here in this blog entry to them. So check back…

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I’m getting tired of naysayers. People who want to shit in your shoes, piss in your Cheerios, and fart in your face because they are unhappy with something you’re doing. Because god forbid people aren’t satiated by all that you do for them. Didn’t you know you were put on this earth to satisfy everyone else’s throb-ons?

My latest beef has to do with the festival. Yes. THE festival. There are people who are starting to wail about a minor change and a minor decision. And all I have to say is…Oh who the FUCK gives two shits on a skewer what movie we see? And who the FUCK cares where we see it? Are your ticket prices cheaper this year? Is the caterer going to be worth the money you paid? Are you getting FREE GODDAMNED WINE AND BEER AT THE DINNER? And are you willing to run the festival yourself if you’re so goddamned unhappy with the way things are?

Then shut the fuck up and deal with it. Life could always be worse. You didn’t have to live through the Eric Thomas era. Paying your hard-earned cash and getting screwed out of half of what you were promised. Being fed inedible food, expecting prizes and drawings and preferred seating and a fantastic bus tour and handjobs given personally by the entire cast of the series. Ok, so the last part was a fib, but seriously, he promised so many celebs that never showed because he NEVER CONTACTED THEM. So goddammit people, be fucking happy that you have a fest that is being run by competent people who aren’t embezzling your fest funds and leaving you out in the cold. Be goddamned happy you aren’t being fed dogshit and being told it’s caviar.

Ok. Phew. I’m feeling better. At least…for now.