Some random notes for this fine morning, to keep me from banging my head on the desk over this .NET debacle.
- I went to the podiatrist yesterday. I loved him, because he gave me no end of shit, which meant I was of course obligated to return the same. I couldn’t stop laughing. Who’d have thought podiatrists would be normal, well-adjusted human beings? I thought they were all dirty old men who liked to fondle feet. Anyway, he gave me some medication and reassured me that I would not have to stop wearing my kitty shoes, but I should probably get some arch support for them.
- I don’t like having to take medication.
- The only person who can ruin your life is you. The only person responsible for your happiness is you. Simple.
- I had too, too much fun at Luce last night. Although Josh didn’t seem to like me dissing his home state of Wisconsin too much, but I reserve that right as it is my land of origin as well. Wisconsin, dude. All it has to offer is, like, cows and libertarians. Depressing.
- Troy was dumb (as expected). Even hot men aren’t really hot in those loose linen sarong-lookin’ things. And what were those accents, exactly? Hmm. Anyway, it got me thinking about the olden days in college. In Greek, we learned to read and write but not really speak it, because the professor said they weren’t really sure of the accent and wouldn’t want to confuse us (should we run across an ancient Greek at the coffeeshop? I dunno).
Latin was my favorite, though, because the practice texts were hysterical. Our favorite sections involved Medus and Lydia, two slaves who fell in love and ran away together, to the immense distress of their masters. Violence ensued. That’s the stuff good textbooks are made of.
- I’ve received several emails in the last month from people asking advice on how to do this blogging/journaling thing. It’s a nice change, because I get tired of giving server configuration advice about 404s. There’s something immensely gratifying about people saying, ‘hey, I read your site all the time and I want to have my own.’ I’m sometimes surprised to hear anybody reads this at all. Don’t you people have anything better to do?
I also get a lot of email from people I only hear from sporadically, and they tell me it’s all good because they’ve been keeping up with me here. The only problem is that I don’t know what the hell is going on with them.
Anyway, this all came up last night when I was telling Stephanie about a new project I’d like to do, which stems from this thing I find myself saying constantly: Hey, I have a good story about that! So I was trying to convince her to participate in this project and she said no; her stories were private, and not to be shared with strangers.
Um, what?
So what I’m wondering is… for those of you who do keep a blog/journal, why do you do it? Mine is 25% for you (for your entertainment and/or bitter judgmental scrutiny), and 75% me. So I remember. I tend not to.
Feel free to email me and represent and maybe we’ll discuss. Also, maybe you’ll want to participate in this new project, too. Yeah.
- Oh my god, I got my code working.
Come to think of it, in Russian we learned dirty love songs, too. Nice.