whoops. let too much time pass, forgot to update for a long time.
my bad.
I've been writing on real paper more often lately. It helps slow my thoughts down, make them a little more coherent. Unfortunately, my brain isn't used to it yet, and I'm a slow, sloppy handwriter. I'll be three words in, and I'll forget how the sentence was supposed to end, because my mind is already on the next one, or the one after that. It makes writing out cogent arguments tough. I suspect e-mail has a lot to do with this. After all, e-mail works quite nicely when it's a series of curt non sequitors--nobody seems to mind that I've blathered on without a single linking phrase or transitional sentence to move the reader from one idea to the next.
but..SO MOTE IT BE.
I'm looking into designing a proper (albeit rudimentary) web site for myself. It's been a long time since I bothered looking into web-site construction. In fact, major web-design movements have come and gone in the time since I last made anything close to a functional site, and one could arge that I'd never done that to begin with. I've got a bit of a theme I want to work on, but I need to think about it a little more before I dive in. It's a little touchy, legally, and I want to make sure mine arse be covered. aaarrr. suddenly, I'm a pirate, and I don't know why.
listening to: Tough question -- i'm bored of all my music, and I've been listening without pleasure to stuff in my CD rack. I've ordered the new Haujobb album, though. That should revitalize my joie de listening to music.
drinking: nothing right now, although I just bought some Maker's Mark bourbon. I've never had an american whisky, being of the mindset that they're all shit. This one isn't. Other than that, nothing special. I had a Mountain Dew: Omega Red. My love/hate relationship with Mountain Dew is founded on a love of caffeine and a loathing of the strange, universal solvent taste of Mountain Dew (classic). They've thrown off the ratio with this Omega Red crap, though -- No amount of caffeine could lure me back into the Mountain Dew fold. I'm riding the Red Bull highway from here on out, and it's bound to be a strange trip at that.
eating: home-made chocolate-/peanut-butter-chip cookies. mmm
reading: The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand. I'm disturbed by how much I'm agreeing with her basic philosophy. I've been told to loathe it so much in advance of my having read the book that, now that I'm doing it, it's knocking me on my ass how common-sense and logical it is. I'll have to think more about this one, though. That's all for now. My fingers move so fast. This would have taken a good half hour with my crippled paw scrawling it on a pulpy sheet with a leaky, befouled fountain pen.
aaarrr... I still be a pirate. I wish I knew why. aaaaaaarrr.
my bad.
I've been writing on real paper more often lately. It helps slow my thoughts down, make them a little more coherent. Unfortunately, my brain isn't used to it yet, and I'm a slow, sloppy handwriter. I'll be three words in, and I'll forget how the sentence was supposed to end, because my mind is already on the next one, or the one after that. It makes writing out cogent arguments tough. I suspect e-mail has a lot to do with this. After all, e-mail works quite nicely when it's a series of curt non sequitors--nobody seems to mind that I've blathered on without a single linking phrase or transitional sentence to move the reader from one idea to the next.
but..SO MOTE IT BE.
I'm looking into designing a proper (albeit rudimentary) web site for myself. It's been a long time since I bothered looking into web-site construction. In fact, major web-design movements have come and gone in the time since I last made anything close to a functional site, and one could arge that I'd never done that to begin with. I've got a bit of a theme I want to work on, but I need to think about it a little more before I dive in. It's a little touchy, legally, and I want to make sure mine arse be covered. aaarrr. suddenly, I'm a pirate, and I don't know why.
listening to: Tough question -- i'm bored of all my music, and I've been listening without pleasure to stuff in my CD rack. I've ordered the new Haujobb album, though. That should revitalize my joie de listening to music.
drinking: nothing right now, although I just bought some Maker's Mark bourbon. I've never had an american whisky, being of the mindset that they're all shit. This one isn't. Other than that, nothing special. I had a Mountain Dew: Omega Red. My love/hate relationship with Mountain Dew is founded on a love of caffeine and a loathing of the strange, universal solvent taste of Mountain Dew (classic). They've thrown off the ratio with this Omega Red crap, though -- No amount of caffeine could lure me back into the Mountain Dew fold. I'm riding the Red Bull highway from here on out, and it's bound to be a strange trip at that.
eating: home-made chocolate-/peanut-butter-chip cookies. mmm
reading: The Fountainhead, by Ayn Rand. I'm disturbed by how much I'm agreeing with her basic philosophy. I've been told to loathe it so much in advance of my having read the book that, now that I'm doing it, it's knocking me on my ass how common-sense and logical it is. I'll have to think more about this one, though. That's all for now. My fingers move so fast. This would have taken a good half hour with my crippled paw scrawling it on a pulpy sheet with a leaky, befouled fountain pen.
aaarrr... I still be a pirate. I wish I knew why. aaaaaaarrr.
