I am trying to post more often and hopefully with a bit more meat to my entries. It will take a while to get back into it, so work with me.
Techie talk: I’m trying to find a version of the iTunes coverflow (flash or java, doesn’t matter) that will allow the viewer to, upon clicking the center image, visit a web page associated with said image. I have the process mapped in my head, but I want to make it as easy as possible to have someone else swap the images. Therefore, I’m looking to see if someone else has beaten me to the process. The only caveat is that it must be flash of javascript driven. That’s where my google-fu has been failing me. Perhaps I have been distracted and my fu is not strong today. I will try again tomorrow.
Shoe talk: I was informed not once, not twice, but three times today that my outfit needed knee-high boots. I don’t disagree. This thought passes through my head every time I see any of my warm skirts. I used to have some awesome ones, but they have since been sacraficed to the shoe bobs.
This of course leads me to a dream I had last week. I was shopping for a pair of boots and found a pair I was unsure of. The sales person helping was Eddie Murphy, dressed normal but channeling his Velvet Jones character. He insisted that the shoes looked fabulous on me. I can’t even think of the correct words anymore. I remembered it when telling my co-worker, but now not ten minutes later I had forgotten.
Blog/music talk: I’m seriously leaning towards dropping the ads on the side of the site. Most of you read this through other means, so I don’t feel it is beneficial. I’ve redownloaded the Last.fm scrobbling client and can finally update that stuff. I tend to play more music at work, so maybe I can use it there. I’ve found some pretty cool music via Last.fm and I am now finding more through myspace as well. Go me.
That is a quick recap. Like I said, I’m trying to add a little more to my posts. There is over 11.5 years worth of material on miftik.com, so perhaps I am entitled to a little loafing time. Look at me, trying to be young and a part of the new entitled generation.