April
2, 1999. Friday.
I am really really bored. It's a little after noon, and i've been here for more than five hours. I have absolutely nothing of any interest to report. So either this will be the last line of this entry or I will just fill the next scores of lines with mindless blather about things I'm thinking. Not that that's a big difference from every other day. But there will be little effort put into structure, flow, and coherence. Ok then, I guess that's the way it's gonna go. First up...
I don't have anything to write about.
<geek alert...click here to skip>
I've spent the better part of my conscious hours today trying to find a new webhost. I'm sure all those fucking popups are really annoying. I can't seem to find one that's just right though. Angelfire has an inane ftp setup, and you can only upload one file at a time. Plus, a needlessly long URL. Infoseek is ok, no popups, and only a few ads for their services put at the bottom of the page, which is better than at the top. But the files can only be uploaded or moved one at a time, and you can't FTP. Geocities is the absolute worst. Internet Trash was pretty good. You can upload 8 files at once, but again you can't ftp them, and you can't make subdirectories. Freeservers seemed pretty ideal. FTPable, lotsa space, and even (sort of) your own domain name. OF course, the gigantic banner at the top of EVERY page is a little much. I hate the fact that Tripod is the most well-rounded of all of 'em, because of those stupid popups. If it weren't for the popups, it'd be great. This is really infuriating. But I onlt want to move all this shit once, so I gotta make sure everything is all right. This is the mother of all my daily aggravations. Yeah, I know. Life's not so bad when you're worst problems are internet things. Then again, maybe it's worse than you think if you think your worst problems are internet problems.
<end geek alert>
Next up: my hands hurt. more specifally, my fingers. And
i just ate a big sandwich and i feel a little bloated. and my 7-UP is a
little too warm.
I'm ready to go home. To pennsylvania. I justhope the drive doesn't take too long. I'm really stressed out about it. That's not healthy. I'm taking a short cut through the city today to save myself 25 mile. I haven't taken it before, and i'ma horrible city driver. One wrong turn and it's all over. I'll be sitting in traffic for 4 hours at least. I'm very worried. When was the last time I did something exactly as I planned?
I received a birthday
present in the mail from Nora yesterday. I
like it. I thought it was a little fruity at first, but i think i'm comfortable
enough to use it. And she did go to the trouble of making it, so why the
hell not? Let's hear it for the N-Dawg!
Sadly enough, the
card and assorted things she sent me was probably the best birthday present
i've gotten in a long time. Of course, i just remembered the Nintendo 64
I got in 1997. Hmm... that was only 2 birthdays ago, wasn't it? Ok,
wll then Nora's was the best that I've received from someone I wasn't doin'
stuff with.
I felt rather foolish yesterday when my attempt at an April Fool's Day joke backfired horribly. It turned out, I was the proverbial April Fool. Oooh...that Rodzilla. I don't know why I thought she'd fall for it. But ui was too excited by the possibility that i was blinded to the impossibilty. Rats.
Words that rhyme with "Cory": story. gory. Maury. quarry. Tory. (Houston Rocket Robert) Horry.
And now, i tired, (maybe) demented (maybe) poem...
Greggy had a little goat,
it's coat was grey as soot.
And every time that goat move,
Greggy shot it in the foot.
ok. that's about enough of that.
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