man, it's hard to get back to just writing this! I have been engulfed with learning 'webmaster' stuff, on top of the JavaScript I was starting to play with (and there's a good chance you are cursing me for the scripts I have cobbled together which are now—as we.. speak?—failing on your system). Last night I started with Perl, for cgi scripts. Phew!
Seriously, I am sorry if there is stuff failing to run, but I am sure that will happen until I get proficient. It's like eating; at first, gleeful babies make a huge mess, but eventually as they grow up, they learn how to keep their tuxedo clean while navigating 12-piece place settings.
One who manages an impeccable presentation is Jay Barrow at his website, which I found while searching for a place in Yahoo! to post my own journal links. His pages embarrassed me. I had been very full of myself, and thought my pages were just stunning, but the truth is that I had learned to overlook most of the flaws at my site after seeing them a million times. His site impressed me, and after my embarrassment, I was inspired.
in one of the first of his journal entries I read, he mentions a kind of social competitiveness on the web, like the cliques of high school. I suppose there is a thin line between giving love and wanting love, and sometimes the two are indiscernably merged. But as I contemplate improving my site—indeed making it comparable to Jay's—I have to wonder: are my creative efforts just a mean plea for entrée to the clique?
One thing I can say with certainty today is that I belong to no clique, and I have next to no visitors here. Please take no offense; this makes you one of the exceedingly rare and elite who have seen this site!
where do the days go? Back to work in a few hours, and I haven't done a bloody thing all day. Or in the previous two days, which I also had off. I guess it's called depression, but I was hoping I had finally emerged from that confining escape capsule, which has contained me for so many years. I know who this kinda whiney crap appeals to; no one. Here's the log (can you find your host?): 000414-0154.html. It's one of the drawbacks (for escapists like me) of owning a domain—you get detailed reports of web traffic on your site. Or lack of web traffic.
The guy looks good, no? I wonder what it is like to be alive that much...
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