December 29, 1999. Wednesday
 
 

    So I figured I should write a final entry before the new year.  I'm not sure why.  Just felt I should somehow acknowledge the ending of the year.  Anyway, today was another disappointing, uneventful, slothful day.  I woke up around 2, ate lunch, and sat around doing pretty much nothing. I made an excursion to Wal-Mart to pick up some contacts, and just to get out of the house in case I didn't for the rest of the day.
    So after a lot of cartoons, internet surfing, and Nintendo,  I gave Nora a call. She's back in California for the holidays.  I was hoping she'd stop by NYC before going back to Germany, but she's not.  And she's going back until late August.  Why are all these people staying in Europe for so long?  Anyway, it was good to hear from her. I've been feeling quite nostalgic lately, so talking to dear old friends always helps.
    I was checking out alternate webhosts for a new journal yesterday, when I found Diaryland. At first, it looked pretty cool, a web host specifially designed for journals.  But it kind of sucks.  You can't really format the pages how you want to, and you can't even make your own directories or sub-directories.  I suppose you can, but I haven't the HTML savvy to pull it off. I suppose it's ok if you're just going to do a straight-up text thingy though. And i kind of want the new one to be a stripped-down version.  But I know I won't be able to control myself.  It'll just end up being just like this journal. Kind of like when Berke Breathed stopped doing his Bloom County comic and started doing Outland.  After a few years, most of his new characters were gone, and all the old Bloom County characters were back.  But I figure I'll give it a try.  Not like I get a lot of readers anyway.
    Of course, I'm pretty convinced that female journalers get a lot more readers than males.  Besides a few, there are almost no guy's journals that I read.  Why that is, I don't know. Of course, the first one I ever read was Gus's, but that's a bit different.
    There are quite a few journals out there that I read occasionally that I sort of enjoy.  I've been reading Amy's "Dear World" since I first started, because for a time she was my Open Pages neighbor.  Her and Mimi.  Speaking of Mimi, she's moved her page as well. To a notify list for now.  Anyway, Amy's is sort of how mine used to be, introspective and kind of sad. Very introspective. But it seems a lot more real than a lot of other journals. I don't read it a lot, but I like it when I do. I also read Jen's "On my Turf" from time to time. She actually emailed me after reading my journal, which so few people do, so I figure her's is worth reading if she's the kind of person who would even occasionally bother to read somethin I wrote.  And she has some interesting thoughts.  I agree for the most part on her take on organized religion, for example.
    Ok, Freespeech.org is gone. I can't access it at all, and some Microsoft thing is there instead.  I wonder if it's been hacked.  If I were to hack something called "freespeech," and insert another page in it's place, putting a page for the evil, monopolistic Microsoft would seem ironically comedic.  I wonder if I've got all my entries backed up somewhere. I hope so. Unfortunately, I've used so many computers to write this that all my entries are spread out all over the place.  I think I got it covered though. It'll just be a huge pain in the ass to find them all in their little hiding places.  Anyhow, peace out. I gotta get to sleep. Gotta get up early to go see the little lady. Can't wait.
 

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