Notice anything different about the site?

That’s right, I submitted to the masses and got myself a really cheap but really good webcam. It’s a CompUSA generic camera, and I got it for only $20 (after returning a costlier Intel one since it had an incorrect USB version, or something).

Well, there’s not much to say about it, despite the fact that it works like a charm. Just don’t watch it late at night. Who KNOWS what goes on here then…

WWW.JEFFREYATW.COM
Why did I get a domain name that redirects right back to Tripod? Well, gather ’round and I’ll tell you the story.

There used to be this great service called NameZero, that would give you a free domain name that redirects to another website. It had an ad, but seeing that registering a domain was $70 at the time, it seemed worth it.

I didn’t read the Terms of Service.

Without much notice, they cancelled Free service, offered “Plus” service, and kicked me off of my domain name, keeping it for themselves. This meant that if I wanted to register the name with a different service, I’d have to deal with NameZero to get it transferred.

NameZero is PURE FUCKING SLEAZE. They do not answer ANY questions to people who don’t subscribe to their services (they do offer a crappy FAQ, though), so I couldn’t ask them why they offered the same service for a number of different prices, and I couldn’t get specifics about my position as a former Free service member.

So what did I do? I gave them $20 to re-register my domain, to ready it to be transferred to another service. This way, I could modify my WHOIS listing to get it ready to move to Active Web Hosting, which has a really good rate – $10 month for a domain name and unlimited space, with restrictions on MP3’s and large ZIP files. So while my order is being processed, NameZero is redirecting jeffreyatw.com, as promised (thank God), to jeffreyatw.tripod.com.

The moral of the story? DON’T DEAL WITH NAMEZERO.COM.

MY EVER INCREASING LIST OF WEBCOMIC CLICHES:
“All your base are belong to us” – Well, duh.
Badly Drawn Comic Strip – Meant to show the reader that they’re not reading the worst comic ever
“BLAM” – meant to stop something annoying by shooting it.
“Crap, he’s on to me” – It is usually an inanimate object that says this when it is mentioned.
Crocodile Hunter – Shows us different types of internet users.
Gay Joke – Always followed by a disclaimer including “not that there’s anything wrong with that.”
Mentions of Squaresoft – Always followed by a disclaimer including “please don’t sue me.”
“My comic is the worst comic ever” – For some reason, it usually follows the Badly Drawn Comic Strip
Webcomic Cameos – Meant to show the reader that they’re not reading the least popular comic ever

Comment on this blog to add more, you lousy sons of pretzels!

Three new comics today, for all you pretzels out there! Here are the descriptions from the Comics page.

3/11/02 #1 – I actually did this once with some chairs in my school’s theater.

3/11/02 #2 – Hero with bad pun makes joke with worse pun.

3/11/02 #3 – The end of the Chairman saga, with one last terrible pun.

Until further notice, I’m sleeping at my dad’s house all the time, and visiting my mom’s house one or two days a week. It’s like a complete reversal of what used to be happening… and I’m glad. How the hell did the custody arrangement make us end up mostly with mom, anyway?! Of course, this “further notice” could be pretty soon, depending on my mom’s ever-fluctuating mood.

My NBC report is taking up so much of my time… and most of this time is spent staring at the computer screen, wondering what to take notes on next. I’m not an expert at oral reports, no sirree. I did make a vector-based graphic of the first NBC peacock logo so I can resize it for a poster… I may just show that for laughs later.

Back to another week at school. Hopefully, it’ll just be another ho-hum week… as in no major-ass projects will pop up.

Oh heck, I forgot to talk about my birthday party. It went well, I guess. I had originally planned to invite 6 friends to go to the city with me, where we would watch Metropolis and then get a bite to eat (AND CAKE) at Max’s Opera Cafe, and then go to the Metreon to watch James increase of azn pryde in DDR. Instead, 4 of my friends watched me beat FFX, we went to Fresh Choice (this all-you-can-eat salad bar), and watched the Time Machine, which was your average logic-lacking sci-fi adventure flick. Well, for a birthday party that took place almost 3 months after my actual birthday, I guess it was pretty good.

(Insert comment here about how most 16-year-olds (girls) used to have a spectacular coming-out party, followed by a gay Blog comment by Brian.)

I worked on MIDI’s today… mostly by deleting MIDIs on my to-do listPthatRpeopleEdecidedTtheyZdidn’tEwant.LYay!

<VoD> All females are bi
<Jonathan> All males are gay
<JeffreyAtW> All Japanese Anime females are bi.

This could be the stupidest ad of all time. In this Bush-led society, what is this supposed to make us believe? That these animals appreciate the existENCE (omg I spelled it wrong previously) of an SUV, and will coexist with it? Wrong-o! I mean, hell, ol’ pretzel-chokin’ Bush is drilling the Alaskan Wildlife Refuge for oil. All these cutesy-wootsey animals are going to DIE for that SUV. DIE. NOT LIVE.

I recently erased my Handspring Visor’s data, because it had a corrupt file, and would not let me beam, delete, or categorize. So I had to re-upload my graphing calculator. The calculator, though, came in many different versions… about every Slavic language ever made, and English. So I chose “En,” and it gave me a Zákla, complete with Vìdec, Celá èísla, and Grafy. WTF!!!

Also… I know Tycho and Gabe will never hear this, but I wish to complain about their recent strip about the Fruit Fucker 2000. If the Devil were really to order a juicer in the mail, he’d get “the JUCIFER“. Wouldn’t he?

Dammit. I apologized to my mom like I said I never would. But only after she did (however sarcastically… she did it anyway.)

Well, I did some “CERTAIN ACTIVITIES” yesterday with Aaron on the hills above my house (no, nothing illegal, actually. We just hung from this tree for a while (I volunteered my dog’s neck, but my dog wasn’t very enthusiastic).

From the hills, I could see the FedEx truck drive up to our house and deliver my long-awaited PIANO~! to find that its DC adapter was cracked. Eh, it still works… Unfortunately, XP finally got to me and made me go out and buy a new soundcard, for neither Turtle Beach nor Microsoft made an XP driver for the old one. Those bastards. I had to get a new one because the software synth that came with XP was too slow to synchronize MIDI input. My new Santa Cruz sound card, though, is VUNDERBAR! It’s got a great MIDI synthesizer, and now Half-Life finally works, so I’ll have fun playing that. And MIDIs will be much easier to make, especially original compositions, because I’ll just be able to play the notes instead of pecking them in.

Pretzel.

I’ve been kicked out of my mom’s house for the third year in a row.

First time was, of course, my freshman year, where I was getting bad grades. Mom couldn’t handle it and drove me to my dad’s, leaving me there while my dad was away on vacation.

Next year, I started laughing at mom for an insane argument topic, she started hitting me, and drove me to my dad’s.

This year, I disagree with her on the method of creating an oral report, I walk away from an argument, declining to use swearing in every other word, and she throws all of my stuff into my car (after throwing my bowl of pretzels against the wall) and says she’ll see me when I apologize.

Now this may just be my incredibly difficult attitude, but I’m not apologizing for anything I’ve ever said or done to my mom. She’ll come crawling back to me, like she has always done in previous years, demanding that I come back to her house to “take care of Lily (my sister)” or something. And I’ll have to submit sooner or later. I can’t stay at my dad’s forever. Currently, though, I wish I could. I never get into arguments with my dad, my grades don’t go down (last year they went up), and I just feel a lot better knowing that I’m not going to be yelled at when I get home. There’s also the computer I’ve got here… but that’s a minor point. I swear.

I don’t really want to elaborate too much on my problems, for even though freedom of speech is my right in this country (and even more on the net), I don’t like to publicly and blatantly insult people (my mom included).

If anyone’s wondering, my extremely belated birthday party is still goin’ on tomorrow, for anyone I’ve invited. My stepmom will take the place of my mom in driving arrangements… but we’re not going to San Francisco because the movie we planned to see was dropped out of theaters yesterday (Osamu Tezuka’s Metropolis). Oh well, I guess we’ll see Rord of feh Lings (acronym:RofL) tomorrow instead.

Yesterday the results came in for the Republican candidate to go up against California’s current governor, Gray Davis, in November. Gray Davis is pleased, in that a very *liberal* Republican, Dick Riordan, lost to a very *conservative* one, Bill Simon, therefore Gray will probably win, since his tactic will probably be “Simon is too conservative for California and should move to Arkansas or something.”

The irony: while I was watching all this news, and while this Simon guy requested that Dubya help him win, I began CHOKING ON A PRETZEL. No fucking kidding.