{"id":350,"date":"2006-02-20T23:00:00","date_gmt":"2006-02-21T06:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/default.asp?n=457"},"modified":"2006-02-20T23:00:00","modified_gmt":"2006-02-21T06:00:00","slug":"accomplishment","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/queenofsubtle.com\/cm\/?p=350","title":{"rendered":"accomplishment!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Updating on two consecutive days? This is news!<\/p>\n<p \/>Last night, I was dining on spaghetti squash and homemade sauce with zucchini and mushrooms and lentils (thanks J), thinking about heading to the gym, when I heard a loud buzzing noise. It turned out to be the building fire alarm. I went out in the hallway and ran into my neighbor, Mrs Hooper. We found the odd lady upstairs, Simon&#8217;s owner, hurriedly opening the hallway windows in her bathrobe. She yelled something about her stove and pointed upstairs, embarrassed. We went back to our apartments.<\/p>\n<p \/>I couldn&#8217;t leave my house, though, until the firemen came to shut off the alarm. Because, somehow, just the alarm going off meant the building was going to burn down, and I couldn&#8217;t leave my cats to that fate. I even thought about loading them in their cages, just in case it might really happen.<\/p>\n<p \/>They showed up quickly and turned it off and all was well. But, man, it&#8217;s funny how a 10-year-old incident can still be so burnt into your brain. No pun intended.<\/p>\n<p \/>Last night, I had a thought in the shower and of course couldn&#8217;t let it go, so instead of sleeping, I wrote an <a href='http:\/\/www.404lab.com\/404\/404otwrss.xml' target='there'>RSS feed<\/a> for <a href='http:\/\/www.404lab.com' target='there'>404lab<\/a>&#8216;s 404 of the week. Besides the fact that the site desperately needs to be brought into the modern internet era, I had a very good reason: it&#8217;ll force me to update it more often. Ever since I put ads on the site and started getting paid for it, I&#8217;m very aware of just how many people visit; on average, it has 1,000 visitors daily. They demand fresh content!<\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;m also going to add a feed for new additions to the site, too, but I think I should probably rewrite the backend first. That hinges on the completion of ASP.NET class, though, so expect that this summer sometime.<\/p>\n<p \/>I&#8217;m not sure if I&#8217;ve mentioned this before or no, but you can find all the RSS feeds in my world by clicking the <a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/rss.asp' target='there'>RSS feed link<\/a> to the left.<\/p>\n<p \/>I accomplished everything on my to-do list last night, which means I should probably get to the real reason I stopped by to write:<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align=center><b><a href='http:\/\/www.runawaytruck.com\/trip.php?x=11' target='there'>My Bahamas travel journal<\/a><\/b>!!!<\/div>\n<p \/>It&#8217;s strange to think I was there less than a month ago. And I&#8217;m not taking another trip til April? Ow.<\/p>\n<p \/>OK, I&#8217;m totally spoiled.<br \/>Jenni<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align='center'>\n<table border='0' width='400' style='border:1px dotted #cccccc;' cellpadding='8'>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<div align='center'><b>your questions, answered<\/b><\/div>\n<p \/><i>q:<\/i><br \/>Ever thought of charging for these questions? Proceeds to go to the fundraiser, of course!<\/p>\n<p \/><i>a:<\/i><br \/>No, but holy pingu! I&#8217;m not above pandering. $10 for gossip about my friends, $50 for my dirty secrets.<\/p>\n<p \/>\n<div align='center'><a href='http:\/\/www.chocolatemussolini.com\/cm\/ask.asp'>ask a question<\/a><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Updating on two consecutive days? This is news! Last night, I was dining on spaghetti squash and homemade sauce with zucchini and mushrooms and lentils (thanks J), thinking about heading to the gym, when I heard a loud buzzing noise. It turned out to be the building fire alarm. 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