Something about watching a Thai martial arts movie dubbed in English while drunk caused hilarity to happen. Instead of paying close attention to the amazing adventures of an almighty Eastern warrior on his perilous quest to retrieve the prized stone head of the legendary Kim Chee or whatever for the entire village whose fate rested in his handz, I was too preoccupied with laughing at the cheesy dialogue.
And soon after the credits-in-Thai rolled, Ian called, and we spent a good hour cracking up at the lyrics of such metal bands as Oceans of Sadness, As I Lay Dying, and Church of Misery. Come on, you know you can't refrain from crying and submitting to the reprehensible ways of the devil with lyrics like:
"Tears of sorrow stream from my broken soul.............................. -______-" and...
"YOU DIE, DON'T ASK ME WHY
TEMPLE IS THE PLACE WHERE DEAD ANGELS LIE
DON'T PRAY FOR YOUR TOMORROW
SUICIDE IS THE WAY TO ESCAPE FROM YOUR PAIN
I'M YOUR FARTHER AND LEAD YOU TO DEATH"
...yeah. No wounder metal is so populer!!!!!!! Its emoshinall and speeks to teh hart, man!!!!!!!!! /m\/m\/m\/m/mm\m/\m\/m\/m\\\/m/\m/m\/m\/// w Every1 noez wolvez liek metal!!! Seeya on myspace!!!!!
Murrowf, I'm so out of my normal state of mind, I could be persuaded into doing just about anything right about now. Well, almost anything. However, I should be getting to sleep, considering I must rise early in the morning. I'm sure I will be out like a light as soon as I close my eyes... because, after all, doing laps around the yard several times while flailing my arms like a lunatic and pretending the road is an aircraft carrier while I make my final approach tends to make me crave celery.
Oct 29, 2005
Oct 27, 2005
Last night, while on one of my customary midnight bike rides, I decided to take a little stroll through Homelani Cemetery in the middle of town. The atmosphere was delightfully serene, as usual, and it was an unusually clear, starry evening.
I noticed something odd, however, about the centre chapel. All of its entrance doors were wide open and white light was pouring out through the doorways. Being the curious ball of fluff that I am, I approached it to investigate.
All the doors had been forcefully busted open- recently, it seemed. None of the flower bouquets or engraved plaques lining the wall appeared to be touched, but the lock on the door leading into the office was jacked, and I found part of it lying on the floor. I found it odd someone would be inclined to break into a cemetery chapel, personally. A wooden staircase led up into darkness, and I decided to remove my sandals and tread up the stairs as quietly as possible. Who knew what horrible monstrosity I would encounter at the top!
I noticed little else in the dimly lit room besides computer monitors and plenty of filing cabinets. Nothing appeared to be touched, save for a filing cabinet whose top drawer was slightly ajar. Someone may have been after someone's records, perhaps.
If the doors are still wide open in the middle of the night, I may return there on Hallow's eve and mess around a little, just for the thrill of it. I'm a strange, strange cub, but then again, I'm not the one who broke in there in the first place.
This weekend should be eventful. I'll probably go home on Friday night and spent most of Saturday going to a beach on the west side, since my brother will be home for a couple days and my entire family expects me to join them for a family outing. I'm sure I'll get through it... and probably come back to my apartment before Saturday night or Sunday to do another round of beaching on Sunday with Susi and Akuro. I have a few places to show them.
And speaking of Susi and Akuro, I am extremely glad I met them. Well, more than glad. Elated. Only a couple days ago did we actually go out and do anything together for the first time, and they have already impacted my life in a very positive way. They are both such sensational individuals; the kind of people who could actually help to restore any faith I may have once had in humankind (though we know none of us are altogether human). What compels me to make such a comment about them? The following, for starters:
I was feeling extremely sour yesterday, and was so sickened and disgusted by the people around me that I had to ditch my last class, avoid going to the GLO meeting, and return to my apartment to hibernate and try to extinguish my own fuse before I snapped at someone. I had been encountering nearly every single one of my top ten pet peeves that day in great abundance, and was having a very difficult time restraining myself from hurting someone else or myself.
Though, cheesy as it may sound, as soon as Wolf messaged me on ICQ, things started looking up. He mentioned missing me at GLO that day, and I told him the truth about why I didn't make it. Upon receiving this information he was extremely supportive, more so than I would expect most to be for me. I was very pleasantly surprised when he asked me if there was anything he could do for me or bring to me. I mentioned somewhat jestingly that some of his homemade sushi would be nice. Then, he promised that he would make some and bring it to me the next day if I gave him directions to my apartment! By the time I finished chatting with his mate Akuro, I was feeling very upbeat, especially knowing I still had yet to talk to my best friend on the phone a little bit later.
Susi did come by at about 2:30 today, bringing a plate full of sushi he prepared himself, and it was, of course, delicious. He complimented my taste in movies and video games and said he felt we had plenty in common. I had suspected such a thing all along. We watched some of the Best of James Belushi DVD, finding hilarity in such sketches as "Star Trek," "Samurai Night Fever," and "Wilderness Comedian." When he said he had the fondest memories of playing Goldeneye 007 on N64, I wanted to hug him. And we did do a customary furry hug before he left!
The more time I spend with these kinds of people, the better I feel as a person. If I could surround myself with such positivity more often, I'm likely to exude much more positive energy myself. No, this does not mean I'm going to be greeting every stranger on the street like a ray of sunshine; far from it. I'm just going to feel much more positive in general, and have a little more to share with others who are similar to me. Thank Rayg for those individuals. If there's one thing I've realized, it's definitely wise not to associate myself with a group full of perpetually miserable assholes who too easily influence me to be one of them. It makes me so glad I pulled out of online cesspools like VGC when I did, though I regret not doing so sooner. I've an increasing desire to be seen for who I truly am.
Oh, and by the way, a storm brought some awfully high waves the other day...
...and it poured for most of this afternoon. As I was driving back into Hilo from Honoli'i, I couldn't help but stare at a humongous black cloud hanging over most of the town and the bay, drenching everything with large, heavy raindrops. Mmm.
I noticed something odd, however, about the centre chapel. All of its entrance doors were wide open and white light was pouring out through the doorways. Being the curious ball of fluff that I am, I approached it to investigate.
All the doors had been forcefully busted open- recently, it seemed. None of the flower bouquets or engraved plaques lining the wall appeared to be touched, but the lock on the door leading into the office was jacked, and I found part of it lying on the floor. I found it odd someone would be inclined to break into a cemetery chapel, personally. A wooden staircase led up into darkness, and I decided to remove my sandals and tread up the stairs as quietly as possible. Who knew what horrible monstrosity I would encounter at the top!
I noticed little else in the dimly lit room besides computer monitors and plenty of filing cabinets. Nothing appeared to be touched, save for a filing cabinet whose top drawer was slightly ajar. Someone may have been after someone's records, perhaps.
If the doors are still wide open in the middle of the night, I may return there on Hallow's eve and mess around a little, just for the thrill of it. I'm a strange, strange cub, but then again, I'm not the one who broke in there in the first place.
This weekend should be eventful. I'll probably go home on Friday night and spent most of Saturday going to a beach on the west side, since my brother will be home for a couple days and my entire family expects me to join them for a family outing. I'm sure I'll get through it... and probably come back to my apartment before Saturday night or Sunday to do another round of beaching on Sunday with Susi and Akuro. I have a few places to show them.
And speaking of Susi and Akuro, I am extremely glad I met them. Well, more than glad. Elated. Only a couple days ago did we actually go out and do anything together for the first time, and they have already impacted my life in a very positive way. They are both such sensational individuals; the kind of people who could actually help to restore any faith I may have once had in humankind (though we know none of us are altogether human). What compels me to make such a comment about them? The following, for starters:
I was feeling extremely sour yesterday, and was so sickened and disgusted by the people around me that I had to ditch my last class, avoid going to the GLO meeting, and return to my apartment to hibernate and try to extinguish my own fuse before I snapped at someone. I had been encountering nearly every single one of my top ten pet peeves that day in great abundance, and was having a very difficult time restraining myself from hurting someone else or myself.
Though, cheesy as it may sound, as soon as Wolf messaged me on ICQ, things started looking up. He mentioned missing me at GLO that day, and I told him the truth about why I didn't make it. Upon receiving this information he was extremely supportive, more so than I would expect most to be for me. I was very pleasantly surprised when he asked me if there was anything he could do for me or bring to me. I mentioned somewhat jestingly that some of his homemade sushi would be nice. Then, he promised that he would make some and bring it to me the next day if I gave him directions to my apartment! By the time I finished chatting with his mate Akuro, I was feeling very upbeat, especially knowing I still had yet to talk to my best friend on the phone a little bit later.
Susi did come by at about 2:30 today, bringing a plate full of sushi he prepared himself, and it was, of course, delicious. He complimented my taste in movies and video games and said he felt we had plenty in common. I had suspected such a thing all along. We watched some of the Best of James Belushi DVD, finding hilarity in such sketches as "Star Trek," "Samurai Night Fever," and "Wilderness Comedian." When he said he had the fondest memories of playing Goldeneye 007 on N64, I wanted to hug him. And we did do a customary furry hug before he left!
The more time I spend with these kinds of people, the better I feel as a person. If I could surround myself with such positivity more often, I'm likely to exude much more positive energy myself. No, this does not mean I'm going to be greeting every stranger on the street like a ray of sunshine; far from it. I'm just going to feel much more positive in general, and have a little more to share with others who are similar to me. Thank Rayg for those individuals. If there's one thing I've realized, it's definitely wise not to associate myself with a group full of perpetually miserable assholes who too easily influence me to be one of them. It makes me so glad I pulled out of online cesspools like VGC when I did, though I regret not doing so sooner. I've an increasing desire to be seen for who I truly am.
Oh, and by the way, a storm brought some awfully high waves the other day...
...and it poured for most of this afternoon. As I was driving back into Hilo from Honoli'i, I couldn't help but stare at a humongous black cloud hanging over most of the town and the bay, drenching everything with large, heavy raindrops. Mmm.
Oct 25, 2005
Finally got my old Dell desktop functioning like a brand new computer.
The BIOS setting corresponding to my SATA HDD was actually listed as "Option ROM." I discovered that only through trial and error. So, I set it as my first priority boot device, and I now no longer have to boot with the aid of the OS setup disc. About time I figured that out. The OS appears to be running perfectly stable and error-free, and I hope to keep it that way. Before I begin transferring over my humongous library of mp3 files and images, though, I'm going to get Norton Antivirus up and running.
And I'm not sure why, but I like this character a lot.
The BIOS setting corresponding to my SATA HDD was actually listed as "Option ROM." I discovered that only through trial and error. So, I set it as my first priority boot device, and I now no longer have to boot with the aid of the OS setup disc. About time I figured that out. The OS appears to be running perfectly stable and error-free, and I hope to keep it that way. Before I begin transferring over my humongous library of mp3 files and images, though, I'm going to get Norton Antivirus up and running.
And I'm not sure why, but I like this character a lot.
Oct 24, 2005
I was supposed to get up at 9 in the morning today, so that I could meet with my web design group in front of the library at 10. The problem is, I didn't go to bed until around 6. I woke up around 9, and fell asleep just as quickly. I wasn't planning to meet up with them in the first place. I just e-mailed them my portion of the work and figured to leave it at that. If they didn't receive it, I blame the internet. I'm NOT a morning wolf, you sons of bitches. Unless, of course, you speak of the morning before sunrise. I'm looking forward to the fourth of November, when the final portion of this ridiculous group assignment will be due, and I may start working independently on my own web design project.
It's nice to cultivate that impression that I know what the heck I'm doing and that I have some idea which direction I'm heading in life. The truth is quite the opposite, but if it wasn't for willful ignorance perpetually serving as a buffer, I and many others wouldn't be able to handle the truth. I dream of a better existence. Because my head is up in the clouds so much of the time, I miss out on so-called important things like submitting certain forms. Simultaneously, because my head is up in the clouds so much of the time, I am able to cope with a "reality" that quite frankly, I don't care for at all, if not downright despise. A "reality" heavily embellished by my imagination and knack for creative thinking is something I can often cherish, but of course, that translates to me often being a distant basketcase with his head in the clouds. Then again, I suppose that's slightly more respectable than walking around with my head up my ass. Who knows, though, I could be walking around with my head up my ass thinking it's in the clouds.
I skipped half my classes today. You know, I just needed a little holiday. Two hours of holiday is enough, I suppose. I'm doing whatever it takes to stay motivated, at this point.
I did get Windows XP Pro successfully installed on my desktop early this morning. I just needed to get a Win XP-compatible driver for my SATA PCI card, which my HDD is connected to, and install it from a floppy when Win XP prompted me to install a SCSI or RAID driver. I figured it was something simple. Now, at least I don't have to kick my ass twenty times for doing something stupid like rushing out and buying a brand new copy of XP for $100 because I blamed the problem on a bad CD-R.
There's nothing worse that I can fathom than a sunny Monday morning. Fortunately, it's a rainy Monday afternoon. Now, I'm off to make quick work of this... *ugh* ...daylight.
If I sound cynical, sunshine, it's because I am.
It's nice to cultivate that impression that I know what the heck I'm doing and that I have some idea which direction I'm heading in life. The truth is quite the opposite, but if it wasn't for willful ignorance perpetually serving as a buffer, I and many others wouldn't be able to handle the truth. I dream of a better existence. Because my head is up in the clouds so much of the time, I miss out on so-called important things like submitting certain forms. Simultaneously, because my head is up in the clouds so much of the time, I am able to cope with a "reality" that quite frankly, I don't care for at all, if not downright despise. A "reality" heavily embellished by my imagination and knack for creative thinking is something I can often cherish, but of course, that translates to me often being a distant basketcase with his head in the clouds. Then again, I suppose that's slightly more respectable than walking around with my head up my ass. Who knows, though, I could be walking around with my head up my ass thinking it's in the clouds.
I skipped half my classes today. You know, I just needed a little holiday. Two hours of holiday is enough, I suppose. I'm doing whatever it takes to stay motivated, at this point.
I did get Windows XP Pro successfully installed on my desktop early this morning. I just needed to get a Win XP-compatible driver for my SATA PCI card, which my HDD is connected to, and install it from a floppy when Win XP prompted me to install a SCSI or RAID driver. I figured it was something simple. Now, at least I don't have to kick my ass twenty times for doing something stupid like rushing out and buying a brand new copy of XP for $100 because I blamed the problem on a bad CD-R.
There's nothing worse that I can fathom than a sunny Monday morning. Fortunately, it's a rainy Monday afternoon. Now, I'm off to make quick work of this... *ugh* ...daylight.
If I sound cynical, sunshine, it's because I am.
It's almost 2 in the morning, and I am absolutely wide awake. Infomercials endorsing products that will help you get rich in just a few days stream through the weak antenna signal captured by my television set. The linoleum floor is no longer a stampeding ground for ants, who love to sneak up and bite me. I Pine-Sol'd the entire surface and put down poisonous bait traps everywhere. I took a three hour nap just a few hours ago. The neighbourhood outside is very peaceful and quiet. It rained hard, today. Hard, driving, stinging rain from the sea. And the waves were big, real big.
I recently discovered that I won't actually be graduating this semester. Somewhere along the line I missed a required form that should have been turned in by, uh... last April? Once again, I wish someone had told me, or given me the information. Not that I blame anyone but myself for being such an irresponsible basketcase. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to graduate by the end of spring. If I'm lucky. The academic calendar lists two separate deadlines for the spring graduation app, Oct. 3 and Dec. 1. Let's hope it's the latter. But who knows?
I recently discovered that I won't actually be graduating this semester. Somewhere along the line I missed a required form that should have been turned in by, uh... last April? Once again, I wish someone had told me, or given me the information. Not that I blame anyone but myself for being such an irresponsible basketcase. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to graduate by the end of spring. If I'm lucky. The academic calendar lists two separate deadlines for the spring graduation app, Oct. 3 and Dec. 1. Let's hope it's the latter. But who knows?
Oct 23, 2005
Like intranssient sparks in a pitch black hollow.
I experienced perfection this morning. Or, at least, about the closest thing to perfection that reality would allow.
It came unto me outdoors, of course. No, I didn't find Jesus out there, but I did find rejuvenation, refreshment, and absolute heart-stopping beauty.
Rarely do I hear the tranquilising roar of surf from my apartment window. Only when the waves are unusually high and powerful due to winter storm surges am I able to listen to them crash against the sea cliffs. When I first detected the faint rumbling sound around 12:30 this morning, I mistook it for another military aircraft taking off- or perhaps thunder on the horizon. Then, I recalled seeing a high surf advisory posted earlier, and the light bulb switched on.
The delightful forces of nature draw me outdoors more often than not, especially when they are relatively rare occurences. I quickly threw on some appropriate clothes (shorts and a t-shirt, what else?), pulled my bike out of Big Red, and took off for Honoli'i, a world famous surfing spot only about a ten minute ride from my apartment. I didn't see anyone down there, but did witness some bodaciously big waves rolling in.
On a side note, my first visit to Honoli'i was only about a month ago. Once I saw what a delightful little place it was, I was overcome with amazement that I had lived on the island for so many years and had never made it down there before. By day, it is jam-packed with surfers, since it is probably -the- most popular surfing location on the island, or at least on the east side. The crowd doesn't even detract from the allure of the place, though. The narrow road leads down the face of the sea cliff, and from there a long set of concrete stairs takes one down to a grassy area with a nicely manicured garden and picnic tables, not to mention designs formed using boulders. The view across the bay from there is gorgeous, especially on a typical overcast afternoon. Last time I was there during the day, the water appeared a spectacular metallic blue. It is indeed a full-on beach park with bathrooms, showers, and a lifeguard station, but there are absolutely no signs designating its location. It's a true "local" spot.
Oh, I should mention that the one lane road continues on under the highway bridge and up the gulch, eventualy crossing the gulch and looping back up toward the next small town. The scenery along this stretch is awe-inspiring, with lush green foliage everywhere and lovely waterfalls. Sometimes, even I have trouble believing that such beauty can be found so close to home.
I only spent a few minutes down there this morning, before heading back up the road and crossing the highway to ride up the private road leading past Alae Cemetery. It's steep, and there's a nasty little barricade I have to get over on the way, but it's more than worth it. The reward? Probably the best view of the city at night there is to be found anywhere.
At a four-way intersection of private paved roads, I stopped and tried to take in the incredible view. I could see the lights of the harbour, the malls, the subdivisions behind Prince Kuhio Plaza, and all of downtown. In short, I was experiencing a breathtaking panorama of nearly all of Hilo. I had seen it before, but for some reason, it possessed an even more majestic quality this morning than it ever had before. I became hypnotised by the city lights.
The rain had fallen quite heavily for twenty minutes previous, and yes, I was soaked to the bone. But rain has a way of cooling, cleaning, and purifying the air, not to mention my spirit. Beyond the city lights loomed a dense band of dark, heavy clouds, while just above me, the half moon was beginning to show. I couldn't hope to put it into words exactly why I found it so beautiful.
It was so serene, though. I couldn't hear much other than the rhythms of insects- there were no coqui frogs up there. The fragrance of passion flowers was ever-present, and the air felt soft, cool, and pleasing against my skin. Like I said... everything was perfect. I was infused with a profound sense of euphoria. I did not want to leave this remarkable place. Only when a dog started barking, consequently snapping me out of my trance, did I finally hop on my bike and ride back down.
Now, I feel more relaxed and rejuvenated than I have in awhile. I hope it lasts for at least a little while, because it is certainly what I needed.
"The moments are what make life worth living." It's an all-too-common cliche, but it is also the absolute truth. An entire day of frustration and stress was more than made up for in just a few moments this morning. Rayg, I missed that feeling of euphoria. I missed it tremendously.
It came unto me outdoors, of course. No, I didn't find Jesus out there, but I did find rejuvenation, refreshment, and absolute heart-stopping beauty.
Rarely do I hear the tranquilising roar of surf from my apartment window. Only when the waves are unusually high and powerful due to winter storm surges am I able to listen to them crash against the sea cliffs. When I first detected the faint rumbling sound around 12:30 this morning, I mistook it for another military aircraft taking off- or perhaps thunder on the horizon. Then, I recalled seeing a high surf advisory posted earlier, and the light bulb switched on.
The delightful forces of nature draw me outdoors more often than not, especially when they are relatively rare occurences. I quickly threw on some appropriate clothes (shorts and a t-shirt, what else?), pulled my bike out of Big Red, and took off for Honoli'i, a world famous surfing spot only about a ten minute ride from my apartment. I didn't see anyone down there, but did witness some bodaciously big waves rolling in.
On a side note, my first visit to Honoli'i was only about a month ago. Once I saw what a delightful little place it was, I was overcome with amazement that I had lived on the island for so many years and had never made it down there before. By day, it is jam-packed with surfers, since it is probably -the- most popular surfing location on the island, or at least on the east side. The crowd doesn't even detract from the allure of the place, though. The narrow road leads down the face of the sea cliff, and from there a long set of concrete stairs takes one down to a grassy area with a nicely manicured garden and picnic tables, not to mention designs formed using boulders. The view across the bay from there is gorgeous, especially on a typical overcast afternoon. Last time I was there during the day, the water appeared a spectacular metallic blue. It is indeed a full-on beach park with bathrooms, showers, and a lifeguard station, but there are absolutely no signs designating its location. It's a true "local" spot.
Oh, I should mention that the one lane road continues on under the highway bridge and up the gulch, eventualy crossing the gulch and looping back up toward the next small town. The scenery along this stretch is awe-inspiring, with lush green foliage everywhere and lovely waterfalls. Sometimes, even I have trouble believing that such beauty can be found so close to home.
I only spent a few minutes down there this morning, before heading back up the road and crossing the highway to ride up the private road leading past Alae Cemetery. It's steep, and there's a nasty little barricade I have to get over on the way, but it's more than worth it. The reward? Probably the best view of the city at night there is to be found anywhere.
At a four-way intersection of private paved roads, I stopped and tried to take in the incredible view. I could see the lights of the harbour, the malls, the subdivisions behind Prince Kuhio Plaza, and all of downtown. In short, I was experiencing a breathtaking panorama of nearly all of Hilo. I had seen it before, but for some reason, it possessed an even more majestic quality this morning than it ever had before. I became hypnotised by the city lights.
The rain had fallen quite heavily for twenty minutes previous, and yes, I was soaked to the bone. But rain has a way of cooling, cleaning, and purifying the air, not to mention my spirit. Beyond the city lights loomed a dense band of dark, heavy clouds, while just above me, the half moon was beginning to show. I couldn't hope to put it into words exactly why I found it so beautiful.
It was so serene, though. I couldn't hear much other than the rhythms of insects- there were no coqui frogs up there. The fragrance of passion flowers was ever-present, and the air felt soft, cool, and pleasing against my skin. Like I said... everything was perfect. I was infused with a profound sense of euphoria. I did not want to leave this remarkable place. Only when a dog started barking, consequently snapping me out of my trance, did I finally hop on my bike and ride back down.
Now, I feel more relaxed and rejuvenated than I have in awhile. I hope it lasts for at least a little while, because it is certainly what I needed.
"The moments are what make life worth living." It's an all-too-common cliche, but it is also the absolute truth. An entire day of frustration and stress was more than made up for in just a few moments this morning. Rayg, I missed that feeling of euphoria. I missed it tremendously.
Oct 15, 2005
Kangaroos in your china cabinet
"Whatever you're looking for, the Army can help you find it."
Oppression?
Piece of mind on your sleeve?
C-rations?
Sand in your pants?
Vengeance for grandpa?
Free rides in nifty vehicles?
Jesus?
Bushwhack's compliments?
Unjust premature death?
I don't get why Myspace is so trendy. I can only view it as a vastly inferior substitute for building your own original, expressive web site from the ground up using your own creativity and ingenuity. Of course, since many people lack the creativity, ingenuity, and time required to learn the mechanics of building a web site from the ground up, you have services like Myspace.
There, you have uniformity. All the pages look predictably similar in their drabness, and there isn't much individual expression save for what people decide to fill in on profile forms. In a way, it's awfully depressing to ask someone if they have a website and get referred to their Myspace account. That's not what I meant by "website." Really, it wasn't.
It's probably just me, though. It usually is.
I just don't want to have to start asking, "hey, do you by any chance have a website... that isn't a Myspace account?"
I don't mean to sound like an elitist just because I built my own website from raw code in notepad and managed to get it operating semi-decently. Sure, most of the final product came out of hours upon hours of trial and error and months of blood, sweat, and tears, but I don't think of myself as 'superior' for having chosen to do that over a pre-designed template that already has everything programmed.
In fact, at this point in time, when I look back on the work I've done, it seems horribly obsolete and shoddy and in need of a complete overhaul. Total amateur bullcrap. It breaks countless federal accessiblity laws, doesn't even come close to complying with current XHTML standards, and completely lacks a sufficient navigation scheme! Jail me. Hell, roll in the guillotine.
I would still rather claim something like that as my personal webspace than a Myspace account, though. A personal website speaks so much more strongly for one's individuality, and desire to stand out a little. The same applies for any other Myspace clones or predecessors. When it's implied to me that I must not be too connected to the Internet because I don't have a Myspace account is when I commence ranting and attempting to set some heads straight.
So that's my two cents on the subject. Or rather, my two, no three circular slabs of copper on the subject. Gods, I'm so original.
Oppression?
Piece of mind on your sleeve?
C-rations?
Sand in your pants?
Vengeance for grandpa?
Free rides in nifty vehicles?
Jesus?
Bushwhack's compliments?
Unjust premature death?
I don't get why Myspace is so trendy. I can only view it as a vastly inferior substitute for building your own original, expressive web site from the ground up using your own creativity and ingenuity. Of course, since many people lack the creativity, ingenuity, and time required to learn the mechanics of building a web site from the ground up, you have services like Myspace.
There, you have uniformity. All the pages look predictably similar in their drabness, and there isn't much individual expression save for what people decide to fill in on profile forms. In a way, it's awfully depressing to ask someone if they have a website and get referred to their Myspace account. That's not what I meant by "website." Really, it wasn't.
It's probably just me, though. It usually is.
I just don't want to have to start asking, "hey, do you by any chance have a website... that isn't a Myspace account?"
I don't mean to sound like an elitist just because I built my own website from raw code in notepad and managed to get it operating semi-decently. Sure, most of the final product came out of hours upon hours of trial and error and months of blood, sweat, and tears, but I don't think of myself as 'superior' for having chosen to do that over a pre-designed template that already has everything programmed.
In fact, at this point in time, when I look back on the work I've done, it seems horribly obsolete and shoddy and in need of a complete overhaul. Total amateur bullcrap. It breaks countless federal accessiblity laws, doesn't even come close to complying with current XHTML standards, and completely lacks a sufficient navigation scheme! Jail me. Hell, roll in the guillotine.
I would still rather claim something like that as my personal webspace than a Myspace account, though. A personal website speaks so much more strongly for one's individuality, and desire to stand out a little. The same applies for any other Myspace clones or predecessors. When it's implied to me that I must not be too connected to the Internet because I don't have a Myspace account is when I commence ranting and attempting to set some heads straight.
So that's my two cents on the subject. Or rather, my two, no three circular slabs of copper on the subject. Gods, I'm so original.
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