Installing PHPAdsNew 

Banner ad rotation thing. On a work server. I'm given to understand it's kind of a standard. I don't know anything about serving ads. See how it goes.

Credit 

Speaking of work stuff, I'd like to thank Aaron Ovadia for making a nice web 2.0 style starburst and making it available as a free .psd file. I always cringe when somebody asks for a starbust. I think of laundry detergent packages screaming "New and improved!" And my boss even insisted on red. But Aaron's tasteful little circle makes it not so bad. The only thing that would be better is if somebody made it into a shape for Photoshop. The starbust shape that Photoshop comes with is so jaggy that you have to make it huge to fit any type inside it.

Thing 4 

I have a few ascetic habits and preferences. For example, I sleep on a twin bed.

Thing 3 

I still like Led Zeppelin. I've had this little plan for a long time have a contest: send in your Robert Plant imitation from Misty Mountain Hop -- a short mp3 of just one of the classic screams, done with Numa-numa guy gusto: "Baby baby baby do you like it."

Thing 2: Black humor 

To make myself feel better about a miscarriage between the birth of my sons, I started calling the non-baby, "Justice." It was a long, drawn out thing predicted to end badly, hardly any chance, very sad and discouraging.

Thing 1: I was kicked out of the Methodist church 

Dave tagged me to tell five things you don't know about me. I haven't been in the mood for blogging last few days, so maybe I'll jot down one thing at a time as I feel like it.

After singing in the church choir for 10 years, from age 5 to 15, electing to be baptized at 11 or 12, and going through confirmation classes to become a member of the United Methodist Church in Mt. Pleasant, MI, I was sent a letter when I was 16 threatening: start making good on your pledge to the building fund and start attending service more regularly, or we will revoke your membership in the church.

Being 16, and a rebel, and anxious for excuses to exercise righteous indignation, I scrawled an expletive on the letter, returned it to its source and never went back.

Oh, tagging people. Right. 

Maybe I'll tag the last five people who have commented in my chat box, at the point when I've gotten around to telling the last of the five personal secrets. Tell me if you don't want to be tagged.