Here is a preview of a robotic creature that will be hunting you after the human race is enslaved by robots. While the actual robot that kills you may be larger, quicker, quieter and armed with lasers - I am sure you will recognize the eerie gait.
GDFont Renderer 2.0
Complete script rewrite. I use this script everywhere on 53x11.com as well as other sites. It was due time for an update.
- Added GIF support
- Vastly improved cache speed
- Legacy support for older font_style.php sheets
- New direct access admin dialog
- Fixed the glaring issue of relying on
register_globals.
This super-lightweight PHP script allows you to render any text into any TrueType font that is then displayed as an image on your web page. It includes the option to cache images to reduce server load.
WoW Server Status 4.1.
Complete script rewrite. I stopped caring about this script years ago, but the damn Warcraft folks would not stop emailing about fixing it.
- Added GIF support
- Vastly improved cache speed
- Ability to call via as a function
- European XML support
- Improved error handling and detection
Rebecca Romero (born Jan 24th, 1980) is an English track cyclist and former elite rower with Worlds and Olympic medals from both sports.
- There are way too many spacers on top of that stem
- If she actually had pursuit (her specialty) bars on the bike, you could probably see some aerodynamic tit
- She appears to be riding on some sort of gross Rolf Prima wheels
Once Rebecca left the photo shoot, I bet the photographer ran that saddle under his nose and sniffed it like a fine cigar.
I'm done, I'm cooked, I'm fed-up, I'm tired, I'm hungry, I'm grumpy, I'm depressed, I'm burnt-the-fuck-out. I've been training hard since December of 2007 and I think I finally popped my own cork.
After I finished the Cascade Classic Stage Race (a major goal of the year) a few weeks ago, I suddenly lost all desire to ride my bike. I was hoping to hold my form through July and finish strong at the State Road Championships before taking a break. Instead my bike has sat almost dormant in my garage, still riddled with dead bugs from Bend, Oregon.
What happened, where did I go wrong? Am I over-trained, over-reached or just a big pussy? This is the first season that I kept a detailed daily record of all my training data, including stress and recovery systems. In theory, analyzing this data will reveal the answer to my lack-of motivation.
I've been programming non-stop for the last few weeks trying to complete a big project. Music helps me think while I'm trapped in front of a computer screen and scratching my brain for creative methods to make X append to Y in database Z. With the right tunes I can approach a programming zen where solutions and the methods to execute them flow as fast as I can type. It's sorta like seeing beyond the matrix, bending the spoon and dodging bullets. Only in my world the matrix is a shopping cart application, the spoon is my sanity and the bullets are my boss.
So the music plays on as my fingers endlessly engage the keyboard. Yet even with a library of 7000+ songs, my music was starting to get stale. Enter the free online music radio, Last.fm.
I enrolled at MCAD (Minneapolis College of Art & Design) in the Fall of 2001 after spending a summer in Tahoe with my Dad. I thought I belonged in art school, and MCAD was highly rated - plus my girlfriend was attending a college in the next town.
On my first day back in town, she broke up with me (of course). I was destroyed and my life really felt like it came unhinged. Somehow art school didn't seem as important.
Shortly after moving into the dorms, my car broke down. I was given an old lugged aluminum Trek road bike to get around on, and I instantly fell in love with riding. I used the bike as a funnel for my emotions, and would often ride until I collapsed. I was never really training, but channeling all my anger into hard riding was making me strong really quickly. I rode straight through the frigid Minnesota winter and by the time Spring semester rolled around, I was on my bike more than I was attending class. Eventually I dropped out of school, having come down with a serious case of the bike racing bug.
In 2003 I chased a dream of riding my bike for a living and moved out to California. I lived briefly with my Dad in Truckee, then out of my SAAB for another 6 months. I finally settled down in Santa Rosa (arguably the best roads to train on in the country), and lived in a chicken shack (literally) for a year.
While clicking through an old folder on my computer, I stumbled upon an archive of mini-blogs I wrote while making the transition to a Californian pseudo bike-pro. Those were hard times, but I remember feeling really free.
