fiction by silly. Larry the LCD computer monitor complains

I have come up with a new idea. It has been taking me about a half an hour to write the last few story's and I can't waste that amount of time writing bad story's. So what I want to do is limit myself to ten minutes per story. It will be interesting to see what I can write in ten minutes or less. I will allow myself another five minutes to edit what I wrote. So fifteen minutes total. Time to start writing

Hi I am Larry the LCD computer monitor and I want to complain. First let me start by saying I am a twenty one inch monitor and I am colored bright green.

Now on to my complaints. Number one people are always staring at me. Staring makes me nervous. Could you perhaps once in a while look away from me all that staring is taking a toll.

The next complaint I have is: why do I have to be on almost all the time during the day. I need my rest and I am not a night LCD. I am restless all night and can't sleep a wink so I am tired when you get up to turn me on in the morning. So I want some sleep during the day so turn me off once in awhile during the day time.

And finally you always take me for granted and never say thank you. I work hard staying in tip top LCD shape so show me some appreciation every so often. I am Larry the LCD computer monitor and I am an done complaining. Wow it felt good to get all that off my plastic screen.

Silly's done, writing fiction for today.

2 sweepstakes prizes in November

In November I won two sweepstakes prizes. I won a box of little Debbie's cupcakes. I also won my first twitter sweepstakes, a $25 dollar gift card. I am glad to have won my first twitter sweepstakes.

One more month to go in 2009. I am still ten or so wins behind last years total. So I hope December will be a winning month. Let's go December.

fiction by silly. Pete Pencil

More fiction today. Instead or writing a story over several posts I want to try to write a complete story in one blog post. And away we I go.

The Life of Pete Pencil was short and illustrious. Pete is a number 2 pencil painted red. He was created in the famous Parker Pencil located in graphite city. He is made of mahogany, and has a graphite center, is smooth, and was made by skilled pencil makers who's family's had been making pencils for generations.

On day an obscure artist known by the name of Rachael Rocks dropped by Parker Pencil and purchased Pete along with sevel other pencils. The packaging that Parker Pencil sold their pencils in was exquisite: a mahogany box with Parker Pencil The greatest pencil maker in the world on the front. The box had a clear coat of varnish on it.

Rachael took Pete and the other pencils home to here studio in a suburb of graphite city. The studio was a sight to see with its green carpeting and Hot pink walls. It was furnished with a silky smooth bright green couch and big screen t.v. plus a queen size bed. The were no kitchen appliances because Rachael did not cook she always went out to eat. Even if she wanted to cook she had no time to because she was always busy on some new art project. Art was her life.

Shortly after Rachael brought Pete home she began the pencil drawing that would make Pete famous.

The famous pencil work was Rachael's portrait of her cat Music a white fluff ball as Rachael referred to him. Music was a menace. He was moody. He could be sitting on you lap one minute and scratching you the next. He acted like he was better than everyone most of the time but, he made a great subject as a portrait because he was a very pretty cat.

One of Rachael's customers saw her drawing of Music and said she should enter it in the cat portrait of the year contest sponsored every year by Kitty band cat food. Her entry was up against fifty other drawings most of them created by famous artists. But miraculously our lady Rachael won. She thanked the judges profusely and accepted the 10,000 dollar grand prize with a smile on her face. She spent the prize money on a new 1980 ford, she loved that car until she got in a wreck at a stop light that totaled the car.

And Pete he was the Pencil she used to draw that winning portrait. He was worn down to a nub by the time Rachael won the contest so he was nearing the end of his useful life anyway so he was sent to the golden cup, which is a cup just for Pete to stay during his retirement years. The golden cup is where Pete is today thirty years after that amazing victory. Rachael checks to make sure he is fine every so often and all the memories of so many years ago come alive to her again. The end.

Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

More impressive writing today. I know everyone is dying to read more about baxter fuzz-overdrive or is it overdrive-fuzz, who cares.

The next morning baxter had a fight with his mother betty about baxter being out so late the night before. Betty said "Baxter why were you out so late you know you have a nine o'clock curfew". "Mom I am to old to have a curfew, I am moving out of the house". "Oh no you are not" betty said. "Yes I am" baxter said.

Oh it was a nasty fight they had. Afterword baxter stormed up to his room and packed a duffel bag of clothes then grabbed his guitar and computer and said a icy goodbye to betty. "Fine you leave" betty said "but you will never make it on your own you hear me baxter fuzz-overdrive, never" betty said.

After rushing out of the house baxter though why not ruin someones day I will go to the flamingo and play some music. To bad the The Loud Mouths were playing on stage at the flaming, but buster did not care, he stormed up on stage and told The Loud Mouths to leave or he would hit all of them over the head with his guitar. Oh baxter was so mean to everyone he met. Security threatened baxter but, he would not leave so he was allowed to play his set to every ones delight.

When baxter was done with the set he stayed to watch the loud mouth's finish their set. The Loud mouth's cursed baxter, yelled and screamed at him but, he did not care.

Tragedy struck next. Everyone had left the flamingo because of baxter and also it was getting late. Baxter found a slice of pizza on a table. So he took a bite and as he stated to swallow his food he stated choking. It was horrible he turned every shade of the rainbow until two minutes later when he died. Baxter choked to death is what is said on his tombstone. It horrible to say this but, no one in music city missed baxter. He was twenty years old when died. I bet you did not see that comming. The end. Silly's done, goodnight.

Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

Continuing on with my great story.

For gigs baxter decided rather than sending tapes of his music to clubs he would storm into the club and start playing even if there was another band on stage that night. Baxter loved bossing people around but, he hatted asking. That might be why he had no friends.

For the Misspelled words first gig baxter traveled to the Marmalade in downtown music city. The marmalade was locally famous for their horrible tasting marmalade. The night baxter decided to play at the marmalade there already was a band scheduled to play so baxter had to do something so he pretended he was a friend of the owner of the marmalade and told the band to get out because they were not needed anymore.

Now that the other band was out of the way baxter had a gig. He snuck up on stage with his laptop and stated playing his music, he did not bring his guitar to this gig because he had to be incognito. Security was about to throw baxter out when the manager of the marmalade said wait this guy's music sounds good, let him stay. And stay baxter did for the next three hours playing his outer space music as he called it. He received wild applause throughout the performance. Then after the performance the manger said you were good but, don't ever come to this club again, you will be thrown out immediately.

Baxter returned home at twelve o'clock and went straight to bed.

Wow my writing is really bad. Silly's done, goodnight.

Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

So now we come to the point in Baxter's life when he created the Misspelled words. In a fit of loneliness, locked up in his attic room baxter came upon the idea to use his computer to create music. He had it all laid out in his head he would write the songs and play the guitar and program his computer to play drums, and bass. Oh lucky for baxter he had a laptop so he could easily carry his computer.

Yep old baxter whiped up a program in open object rexx to do what he needed. It didn't take him long because he was a top notch programmer unlike you narrator silly superCoder.

Now after cumming up with the band idea baxter had to find gigs and a ride. For his transportation to and from gigs he considered bob's 1972 el comino but, decided against using it because baxter was cheap and he did not want to pay for gas. So baxter finally decided on a ten speed bicycle he bought at music Mart in downtown music city. He Made a small trailer to go behind the bike so he could sleep on the road. It was not comfortable but, it was cheap and baxter liked that.

Silly's done for today, goodnight.

This post will put you to sleep

I have not had much time to program in the past few days. I don't even remember the last time I used blender. I need to stat using blender and programming more otherwise I will never get any better. I didn't have much to write today. Silly's done, goodnight.

475 post

Wow I have written 475 posts let me be the first to congratulate myself on this wonderful milestone. I am awesome. That's a lot of bad posts. Of course it doesn't matter if they are bad posts. I am glad I have made it this long and not got discouraged and quit blogging because no one reads what I write. That's all silly's done. goodnight

I got my first win of November. I won a box of cupcakes

Today in the mail I received a coupon for a box of Little Debbie cupcakes from the Little Debbie cupcakes share-a-thon giveaway. It always nice to win sweets.I was beginning to think I would not win in November after having such a great month in October. I wonder if I will get another win this moth, I hope so.

Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

Today continuing Baxter the band member

Betty Fuzz was very pretty with high cheek bones and full lips. She also had a laugh the would ingratiate everyone around her. Why is she so mean no one knows.

Baxter's real name is Baxter fuzz-overdrive. He is an only child who craved nothing so much at to be left alone in total silence in front of his computer so he could think about music. He disliked attention from his parents and to this day has no friends. He has never dated or had anyone special and does not want to. He lives for his music and his classic car collection.

Baxter school years were pretty ordinary. He loved learning and read any book he could get his hands on. He was valedictorian of his class. Baxter though he was no genius he just worked harder then everyone else.

After high school he took a year off to start the band before he went to music city college.

Silly's done for today, more fiction tomorrow. goodnight

I want to fool around with ruby

I already had the book of ruby on my computer but, I thought maybe it was updated so I went to the book of ruby website and downloaded the book and unzipped it. I read a page or two and you know what I don't think the book has been updated since I first downloaded it. Oh well, it was not a big download anyway.

Why am I writing about the book of ruby you ask, OK so you didn't ask, well I want to learn ruby, well because I want to learn some ruby. I think I am trying to learn to many programming languages again. SO naturally I won't lean any language. Oh well big deal, it's fun to learn programming languages.

Fiction by silly. Baxter the band member

Today it's more terrible fiction by silly. My subject is Baxter the band member. Silly go.

Baxter is a member of the band the Misspelled words a band formed in a garage in 1992. Baxter is the lead guitarist for the band and he also writes all the songs for the group. Actually Baxter is the only member of the band because he uses his computer for the drums, and bass. Baxter is the band.

Lets start from the beginning. Baxter the band member was born into a middle class family on the lower east side of musician city. His father was Bob Overdrive a welder by trade. Bob was an arc welder who helped build many buildings in music city. Bob was easy going and never had a bad word to say about anyone. He was 5'5" tall with a beard and coke bottle glasses.

Baxter's mother was Betty Fuzz a 5'10" brunette with long wavy hair. She was just the opposite of Bob. She was loud, she said bad things to say about everyone and no one had anything nice to say about her. Betty was also a welder by trade but she made art not buildings like Bob.

That's all the fiction for today. Silly out.

Blender, I need to use it more

I am itching to start making a car with blender but, I have not had the time to do it. The only way I am going to get better at making 3d objects is by making 3d objects.

The same goes for programming I have not been practicing my programming like I want to. So many things I want to do and not enough time to do everything. This wonderful post is over. Silly's done, goodnight.

What type of car I will create, hopefully

I don't feel like writing a story so I will talk about what type of car I want to model first. So anyway the first car I want to model is a Zaz 965. I have never heard of a zaz before but, the name starts with a Z so that is what I am modeling. I hope I can set up the blueprints right so I can model the car, wish me luck.

And another thing, I hope to start writing two posts a day soon because I said I would write two posts a day and I will do what I said.

More talk about a website

I think today I will talk about my website or more accurately my soon to be website. I have probably written all this before but, who cares no one will ever read this anyway.

I am sure you are supposed to have content before you figure out what type of layout you want. I always get stuck thinking that there are only two or three column websites but, there are more website layout than those two. Instead of a three column website I want to put up a horizontal scrolling website just to be different. Of course I need to get a website put up instead of just talking about putting a website up. What a great post, not. Sillys done, goodnight.

fiction by silly. Sharon Sheetrock

Today the story is about Sharon Sheetrock a piece of sheet rock in a house in the upscale part of Lumber city.The house that Sharon is in a 1950's style ranch house with plaster on the pink walls.

Larry the owner of the house that Sharon lives in is in his mid fifties. He is six feet two inches tall, heavy set with a round face, glasses, and graying blond hair. Larry is married to deb but they live apart because they can't get along and they don't want to get a divorce so it is separate houses in separate states for each of them. Poor Larry.

Sharon has been in Larry's house twenty years. She was put in when Larry was remodeling. Sharon is in the game room where Larry entertains many famous people throughout the week and has seen everything. Ms. Sheetrock is three feet by three feet and covered with plaster and pink paint and yet she can see everything that goes on in that game room.

One fascinating scene took place on the night of October 31, 1983 during a poker game when a millionaire who was loosing badly and lost his temper and overturned the poker table then ransacked the game room fortunately sparing Sharon. He was invited back to Larry's party's though because Larry and the millionaire have been friends since kindergarten.

Life as a piece of sheet rock is pretty boring and so is this story so silly will end it now. Silly done, goodnight.

I know what I won from the dailyspin2win instant

Today I found out what I won from upromise's Dailyspin2Win game. I won a reusable shopping bag, some kind of clip, a hat, a piggy bank, a water bottle, and a pen. What a nice surprise.

Computer problems

A few days ago my browser started going slow while I was entering sweepstakes. So slow that I only entered about sixty sweepstakes and gave up trying to enter any more daily entry sweepstakes for that day. Later I did try to enter instant wins but, I did not get through my list of instants either.

To hopefully fix the computer problem I ran check disk and defragmented my hard drive which took a couple of hours so I did not have time to read my Rss feeds or some email that day. In fact I did not read my RSS feeds for two or three days so I got behind and just today got caught up. So I have not had the time to program with my computer frustrations but, I want to get back to reading programming books and tutorials. I want to be a programmer so I need to get back programming.

fiction by silly. Hank the gold fish

Today for my fiction by silly post I will write about hank the gold fish. I don't know much about fish but, I will write about fish anyway even though if I knew something about fish the story might turn out better. Silly start writing now.

Hank is a gold fish, he is about half an inch long and a quarter of an inch wide, light orange in color with pin hole eyes and a mouth. Hank lives in a fish tank which is located in his owners house which is located in bebop city which is located in the state of Oregon.

Hank was purchased by his owner at Goldie's gold fish emporium on main street in downtown bebop city. He was purchased at the bargain price of five dollars because Goldie's gold fish emporium was having a buy two gold fish for the price of one sale. The other fish that Sam, hanks owner purchased that day is named Sam.

This is an exciting story and I know you cant wait for it to end. Hank's fish bowl is oval and decorated the way he likes it with lots of plants and gravel. Oh yes hank loves to hid in the plants all day long. That is all for this wonderful story. The end. Silly is done writing fiction for today. Good evening.

Today I decided to cut back on daily entry sweeps

Today I decided to cut back on the number of daily entry sweepstakes I enter. I was entering 260 daily entry sweepstakes and now I will enter 170. I will have about an hour of extra free time now that I don't have to enter those ninety extra sweepstakes daily. Not a lot of extra free time but, it is a little.

It my day to complain

I know I have written about all the bookmarks I have, but I don't think I have written about all the starred items I have in google reader. when I read through my RSS feeds in google reader I used to click on the link to the story and bookmark the article so I could read it later. That is how I ended up with a lot of bookmarks. Now instead of bookmarking an article I star it instead.

So instead of ending up with lots of bookmarks I end up with a lot of starred items to look though. I cant win. I have so many starred items I don't think I will ever get though them all. Although maybe I can read them all with a lot of effort. I know I will try to read every starred item. Why do I try want to read so much stuff. woo is me, woo is me. Sillys done, goodnight.

fiction by silly. Pete the lonely pine tree

Today I will write about Pete the lonely pine tree. I just thought the subject I will be writing about up a few minutes ago and I am sure it will show in the writing. Here I go.

Hello my name is peter and I am a pine tree. I live at Lunar farms which is located on the moon between galaxy car wash and the hyper drive cafe. Lunar pine tree farm was founded in 2050 by some of the first settlers on the moon. Lunar pine tree farm is housed in a giant round geodesic dome. It has to be heated artificially lighted to mimic the conditions pine trees would find on earth. It takes a lot of electricity to run the farm but, all the energy is worth it. So I hear.

On to my story. I was planted fifteen years after Lunars founding. Today is December 21, 2100 so I am thirty years old. In my time I have seen many trees cut down for trees for the holidays. I tell you I never get over seeing my buddies get sawed down and taken away. It is depressing.

Take for instance Ted Pine he was one of my best buddies until the day he got cut down during the holiday season of 2095. He knew what would happen to him after two weeks of being in someones house he would be turned into compost for Lunar farms fifty pine trees. Oh he took his fate so well he never cried. And I know what your thinking dear readers pine trees cant cry oh yes they can take it from a pine tree who knows. I have cried on many occasions when my buddies are cut down.

Sure the trees that are cut get replaced by young saplings. It not the same talking to the young saps though. All the saps are into is joking around they are not like us older trees who like to talk about serious things. We old ones take about who we think will be cut down next. That is serious stuff.

The holiday season is coming up and there are only to older trees left that are my age. They are my friends and they will probably get cut down and turned into compost this year. Oh I will be so lonely without them because they are the only trees I can talk to. All my buddy's will be gone, all my buddies will be gone. I hope I get cut down this year but, I probably will not because the owner likes me and I will probably live out my natural life. With all my buddies gone, gone I tell you. I am Pete the lonely pine tree, soon to be the only old pine tree at Lunar farms and that is all. Pete the lonely pine tree is done.

I am repeating myself again

I have probably written this a few times before but, I will write it again anyway. I want to put up a website and take screenshots of it then I will put the screenshots on this blog so that I can remember all the changes I made to the website. I hope I do what I say I want to do because I think it will be fun.

fiction by silly. An hour in the life of Boris Beach

More fiction written by me, silly. Today's fiction is about a man named Boris who wants to be a surfer but, he can't surf. So he carries around his surfboard around on the beach without ever getting into the water to surf. He is also terrified of the water.

• Boris Beach
• July 1, 1965
• Dearest diary

I got up as usual at 9:00am. After showering and eating breakfast it was time for another argument with my girlfriend Beatrice. She has been so upset since I left my programming job at the university for a year off. I said to her that I will go back to my job as a FORTRAN programmer but, I have a life long dream to surf. Then she said "how can you be a surfer when you are terrified of the water Boris.

I said "hey my last name is beach so I was born to be a surfer". She laughed at me and said "nice reasoning Boris, ha ha". Then if I recall correctly she said "Boris get out of this house I never want to see you again." Ah Beatrice always says that but, by evening she comes down to the beach to get me for dinner.

After our little fight I went down to the beach which is within walking distance of our rental house on beach drive. Of course I also brought my surfboard along. By now its 9:30am. I reason that although I am afraid of the water that if I want to be a surfer I need to act like I am a surfer then maybe within a few months I will be able to surf.

From 9:30am to 9:45am I walked up and down the beach carrying my 20 foot wooden surfboard that I got from Bud surf shop in Beach city. Man that board is heavy. My feet and shoulders ache after fifteen minutes of carrying that thing.

And from 9:45am to 10:00am I put the surf board down on the beach and hopped on it to practice my surfing stance. I am getting better because now I am not falling of the board like I used to. I know I suck, falling of a surf board when it is perfectly still is not good but, as I said I don't do that anymore. At 10:00am I am went off to the bar on Beach drive. That is all dearest diary Boris.

fiction by silly. A day in the life of Marcus marble

Today I thought it would be fun to write fiction about a day in the life of a marble. So here I go.

Marcus Marble

October 26, 1972

11:00pm EST

Today I woke up as usual at about 5:00am. Its a pain to wake up so early because all the other marbles in the box I live in do not awake until 7:00am so I have to stay still so as not to wake everyone up. So from 5 to 7 in the morning I lie awake thinking of nothing in particular, what a waste.

At 7:00 as normally happens my owner teddy the seven year old as I call him empties the contents of the marble box I live in onto the floor of his room so he can roll all us marbles around. It hurts to be rolled into other marbles at high speed but, I can't complain because I cant talk I am just a marble. After a half an hour of being rolled around by teddy all us marbles were gathered up and put into are box because teddy had to go eat breakfast and then go to school. I only had to work for half an hour today horray.

The rest of the day after we were put back in our box was made up of conversation. Wow we marbles had a lot to talk about today but, I don't want to put that stuff in my diary so I won't.

So that was my day today dear diary, work for half an hour and then talking to my fellow marbles the rest of the day. It was great fun.

• Marcus Marbles

I want to make cars using blender

Yesterday while browsing through car blueprints at the-blueprints.com I thought to myself I want to make cars using blender so why not make one car of each make on the website. I will start with the letter z. I am not sure if I will accomplish that or how long it will take me to make that many cars but, why not give it a try. I definitely need more practice working with blender and if I make cars I am sure I will use blender more.

Things I will accomplish, hopefully

On my blog I want to write a fiction post and a programming or computer graphics post every day for total of two posts a day. I had fun writing fiction even though I do not think it was good fiction so I want to keep writing fiction but, I also want to make sure I keep posting about my adventures in computer programming and computer graphics. I also think the more posts I write the better I will get a writing.

I also want to do some of the things I said I wanted to do like try tcl, or accomplish some of the goals I said I wanted to accomplish and then said I did not have any interest in accomplishing.

fiction by silly. bobby the block continued

It was a five inch thick door and it was painted dark brown. The door was part of the Money hotel for years. But sadly the door got attacked by termites and had to be replaced. I was the only part of the door the was not rotted, lucky for me huh.

As part of the big door I say many famous people walk in and out of the Money. Some of the famous I saw were: Dan Dimes, Dudley Dimes, Letisha Money - Maria's mother, Jim Money - Maria's uncle, Ted silverdollar - The famous stage actor. Those are just a few of the wealthy people I saw at the money. Being a part of a door at a famous hotel did have its excitement but, it was so noisy with all those people I did not have any quiet time.

After I was removed from the big door I sat in a storage shed that was at the back of the Money Hotel for years. Being in that shed was a dull although peaceful time in my life.

Then after the shed I moved to where I am today Larry's Car Repair On dollar city Ave. Poor me I am a measly door stop, but I am around people again after being alone so I am happy. Oh yes and there is one thing I love about Larry's, I get to see Maria Money every few months. She is in her fifty's now and as beautiful and kind as ever. Bobby's done back to you narrator

Thanks bobby. Bobby quarters died at the age of eighty at the money hotel. A few days before his death he was as spry as ever then one day he did not come out of his room so maria got worried and went into his room to see what was wrong. She found bobby awake and alert but, bobby said he was to weak to get out of bed. Maria wanted to call a doctor but, bobby said "don't bother I know I am dying". Maria spread the word that bobby was on his last legs so people came by and wanted to say goodby, but bobby refused to see them. He only wanted to talk to maria.

And talk he did to maria for the final forty eight hours of his life. They talked about books, politics, life, and death. And then sadly on February 01, 1930 bobby took his last breath. He was buried under a tree at the Money Hotel. He did not want a funeral so there was none. He left all his worldly belonging to his one true love Maria Money.

And so ends bobby The Block

fiction by silly. bobby the block continued

Alright now it is time to get to the main character of this story bobby the block. The narrator will step aside and let bobby tell his story. Bobby take it away.

I was born in a redwood forest on the coast of norther California. As part of the only oak tree in that forest for over one hundred years. Then one day the tree was cut down and cut up at a lumber mill.

Some of the wood from the oak tree was turned into the big front door at the money hotel. I happened to a part of the oak tree that was made into that door.

I remember the day the lumber meaning me, was taken to the Money Hotel. I was loaded onto a large cart pulled by mules at the lumber mill and taken the thirty miles or so to dollar city and the money hotel. Back in those days things were not prefabricated, well if things were prefabricated they were not in dollar city. So the door was made on the site of the money. It took the workmen three days to cut, glue and paint the door for the hotel. It was one of the finest doors in dollar city.

Silly's done for today more tomorrow, goodnight.

Fiction by silly. Bobby Block continued

Yes bobby and maria grew fond of each other. Even though they both made the decision to never get married to anyone and bobby was more into his hobbies than relationships they both had a longing for a deep connection with another human being. The type of relationship where you can go to someone with you problems or you just enjoy being around that person.

They enjoyed many nights by the fireplace in the money hotels lobby talking about the latest book they each were reading, and politics. What wonderful days those were.

Bobby after several months was finally able to walk again so maria did not need to take care of him anymore. So life returned to the way it was before bobby broke his leg. Oh sure he and maria would exchange a warm smile now and then as they walked past each other but, the warmth was gone.

Maria often thought about going to bobby's room and saying hi. But she never had a conversation longer than a few words with bobby again until just before he died. Bobby also thought about striking up a conversation with maria but, he thought she probably did not miss him and would not want to talk to him anyway so he never attempted to talk to maria. Life went on that way between bobby and maria for the next twenty years until bobby was on his death bed.

More tomorrow. Silly done, goodnight.

Today some programming talk

The last time I wrote about programming I said that I was focusing on learning squeak. Well that has changed. I am still reading through squeak by example but, now I have decided after all these years to put up a website so I will also try and learn php, jquery, html, css.

Continuing on the subject of php the other day I was reading through a php tutorial about using php with html forms. So I wanted to see what the php looked like in a browser instead of the command line. I opened the file in a browser and filled out the form and hit the submit button but, the php did not work.

I copied the code from the tutorial but, the php did not execute again. I though what in the world is going on. After awhile I figured out why the script was not working. It did not work because my browser does not run php. After I found the problem I put the web pages on indigoAMPP and the script worked.

Tomorrow more bobby the block talk. Silly's done, goodnight.

October 2009 is over

And what a great month it was. I won seven times in October. I needed a month like October to get my win total up. I had won fifteen times this year before October but, now I have twenty one wins, yay. I need fourteen more wins this year to match last years win total. Bring on the wins.