Throw all productivity out the window, I have a Girlfriend! 
Her name is Melanie (Mel for short), and she’s 20 on Tuesday! She’s a really awesome chick: She’s sensitive, friendly to everyone, fun to hang out with, sold out for Jesus (as am I if you didn’t know), considerate, compassionate, and overall someone I really want to get to know. She likes watching movies, conversation, hanging out, and she says she really likes board games too, although I’m yet to play any with her yet, I guess my lips have been too busy But we’re gonna take it slow, no sex before marriage, keep it holy… for now it’s hugs and kisses and holding hands. I think that’s important, because if we go to fast, there’ll be nothing to do later on 
BTW, I asked Mel if I could post about this on my blog, and she said yes 
You’re awesome, Mel
Archive for 2002
It’s true – I have a girlfriend
Saturday, December 7th, 2002Haiku for The Internet
Saturday, November 30th, 2002Oceans of data,
Countless words drift through my world,
Port of desk’s glass pane.
– Brett Taylor (me)
WITH?
Friday, November 29th, 2002(what in the hell) I was reading my email and suddenly the screen goes all blank. for no apparent reason. About 20 seconds later, my screensaver appears. Even though I was actually using my mouse. Weird.
Where am I?
Friday, November 29th, 2002I been working. 
Trying to fix this damned graph/chart making actionscript in flash. I finally got it working so yay! Now I get to take xml data from a .NET service and put it into this flash… should be easy. After that I get to make it into a component. Exciting? Yes and no. Turning it into a component will be a task and a half of full cream coffee. Anyway, better get back to work. Mental note: blog more often.
I am not in charge of the garbage.
Saturday, November 23rd, 2002Walking through Manners Mall here in Beautiful Sunny Wellington and I’m waiting for the crosswalk signal to let me cross, and a journalist asks if I was in charge of the garbage, drawing my attention to the two huge black bags of garbage I’m standing right next to. Sitting on the corner of Wellington’s most popular intersection. Oozing radioactive goo. OK, so it’s probably not radioactive, but it was pretty foul none-the-less. So I was like, “No, I’m not in charge of the garbage”. So Wellington City Council, who’s in charge of the garbage?
On another point of me not being in charge of the garbage, for some reason, My friends will offer me their leftover bowls of ice cream, macaroni cheese, lasagna, and other type foods, expecting that I will eat it. I probably will, but I don’t like being seen as some human garbage disposal. I try to watch my weight, as much as everyone thinks otherwise.