Posted: Dec 7, 2001
Just been spending the latter part of my day online, thanks to my new nigh-unlimited internet connection. It's a nifty little provider called Edunet, a cooperative of sorts, run by people from all the local universities, tailored for the students of the area. Me student, get cheapo isp. Grrr.
Edunet's a pared-down version of other ISPs, and of course it doesn't allow some of the nasty stuff that you can get up to elsewhere, mostly thanks to a firewall which prevents me from setting up servers that outsiders can access. Of course, in some ways that's a good thing. Firewalls can be your friend. But when they get in the way of your mischief making, they turn bad as an open tub of yogurt in July. Anyway, I've spent the whole day debugging things on my site, getting things to work right, making sure everything's hunki dori. I'm quite proud of the way it looks now. It's still a little rough around the edges, but maybe that's because I'm a little rough around the edges. I mean, there're still outdated links I need to fix, and whatnot.
Bah. I just have so many commitments to fulfill. Why do I always try to do thirteen things at once? I could do a much better job all around if I stuck to a few things and did them well. I think it's because I crave new experiences. Trying new things, discovering new principles of the universe is my nicotine. Of course, most of the things I want to play around with are online, and my web design work is all about being online, so it seems I never leave my chair anymore. Bah. Bah humbug. To keep myself awake tonight, I rummaged around in my bookmarks and visited Lindsay's site. Lindsay was my graphics prodigy this year, and is on her way to being Art Director at the paper next year. In her spare time she does cool things. There are lots of things that I never knew about Lindsay that, once I find out about them, only make her cooler. For instance, she uses GIMP. Cool. And she collects interesting web sites. Stylish ones. Dynamic ones. The kinds of web sites that I should be looking for. Lots of Flash. Pop art meets raygun magazine meets Wired meets a frigging typesetting machine. They're stylish, but not out of control. I love visiting Lindsay's site, because she always finds stuff that I wish I had found. Lindsay has inadvertently put me onto Pamie. This is the most awesome thing in the world. I spent about an hour reading through the various writings, ramblings, and sketches of daily life from the blue eyes of a five foot two Texan. Pamie's positively tubular. I want to be Pamie, if only because of her sparkling wit and expressiveness, and not because I'm a pod person or anything.
I could be a diarist by trade, if I cared that much about writing. But it seems I swing towards the seen and heard instead of the read and written. Although I love writing, the muse to write enters me far less often than, say, the muse to make my own guestbook or a Pokemon Name Generator. And indeed, sometimes I just like to lounge about, doing nothing. Maybe I'm just a hedonistic slacker who heeds only the call of circumstance.
Man, talk about rambling.
I'll talk later. This was a nice reintroduction to t.b after a month or so of hiatus. This probably seems really disconnected and confusing, that's because I'm trying to find my inspiration.
D.
PS: I just realized that 'marmalade' is spelled correctly. But somehow, marmalade with three a's sounds less appetizing than 'marmelade'. Oh well.