March 3, 1999. Wednesday.
Today I am rather
tired here at work. Yesterday I submitted my page for admission into
the Open Pages webring.
It would surely increase the readers from two to at least 4 I think.
But I'm not holding my breath. But some of the pages on there look
just awful. But I was looking through them, and some were rather
interesting. One guy was noting the differences between his online
journal and his offline journal. I was pretty interested in this
because I've been noticing differences in my online and offline work at
all. I'd have to be a complete fool to write the same online and
offline. I'd never, ever want anyone to read most of
the stuff that I write at home. I'm pretty sure everyone I know would
hate me. The thing is, I wouldn't understand why. I mean, all my
friends know how much I like them, and it should be obvious that I make
a good amount of effort to stay in touch with all my friends. So let's
just say one day they happen to break into my journal and see that on december
11, 1994, I said that someone looked fat or was dancing like a trained
monkey or something. They'd probably be pretty pissed off. But if
i read something like that about me, i think i'd be ok with it. Once
you see the humor in something, it's easy not to get too pissed off. It
obviously was just a passing thought and means very little if i'm still
friends with these people. But realizing that most people I know don't
function this way, i'd never write with as much candor as i do in my offline
journal. I think some people would be horrified to see what i've written.
The thing is, although i write stream-of-consciousness, nothing particularly
vicious ever comes out of it. I'm a pretty level-headed guy. But I know
things would get misconstrued and people would be offended. I'd be
reviled as an evil, heartless monster. But really, when it all comes
down to it, who isn't?
But maybe I'll bring
some of that stuff from home and put it here, so the world can know all
the juicy things Nora's told me, or some various dirt-bag things Matt's
done, or some of Jed and James' misadventures. But seeing as they're
about the only people that might possibly read this, that'd probably be
ill-advised. And i'm sure as hell not gonna put anything more about me.
I'm pretty sure all would be offended. Nora can be particularly touchy
about these things. I guess the best thing the
Gus had going for him was that most of the people he seemed to write
about didn't have much internet access. Now that he's living
in CA, and the people around him are more wired, his journal's a lot
less interesting. That's why i kinda want to spice things up, because
these little observations everyday don't seem to justify this as a "journal."
But I'm not ready to shish-kebob myself on the World Wide Web by putting
my every little thought on here. What would my GFLOABT
think?
But the whole thing is pretty black
and white to me. It shouldn't matter what I say. I think I
should be able to say what I want, and have the chance to explain anything
unclear, and that should be it. I don't see why anyone needs to be
offended. I think when someone takes offense at something it's really
just a matter of ego. when someone yells "Sir, you offend me!"
It usually means something like "I am not use to this kind of talk/behaviour
and I Find it beneath me and will not waste my valuable time on the like
of a gnat like you."
Speaking of gnats, my Great American
Bathroom Book has a little section called "Trivia to Learn By," and in
it, the have sectsion on arts, music, sports,etc. In the words and
phrases section they had some rather interesting tidbit, such as what you
call groups of certain animals and insects. Gnats, I believe, were called
a swarm or cloud. Whales could be in a school, pod, or gam.
Did you know what a group of crows is called a murder? I think pigs
were called droves, but I'm not sure. But a lot of common words for
groups that are derived from animal terms. Like a groups of geese,
a gaggle, is used more commonly when not referring to geese. Just
found that kinda interesting. Anyway, I'm starting to bore even myself...
11:36pm-
I just talked to Rodzilla, my GFLOABT.
She's got the makings of some sort of throat infection. Splendid.
But I'm hopin against hope that she'll be better by tomorrow night, or
at least by Friday night. Cos i'm goin ta see her tomorrow, dontcha know.
And i don't be needin' no sickness, yo. Ya know what ahm sayin, boyyyyyy?
3:20- I just downloaded a bunch of fonts to spice things up a
little. But it just occurred to me that even if iuse it on this website,
it won't be readable by anyone unless they have the same font. Gotta
do something about that. Well, in case you're interested, the following
was written with a font called "enya," which you can get here.
It really takes about 1 minute if you download it right into your fonts
folder.
Well sir, in order to make today's web-work somewhat
worthwhile, a present to you this poem:
*ahem*
Some may say that
soon this day
Will never be
again...
Others hope and
others pray
To live their
lives like men
While they believe
that virtue's prize
is more desirable
than sin,
I surmise they'd
be surprised--
The trouble they'd
get in.
Sin adds fun,
which we don't mind,
it's really pretty
nice
Being kind, don't
be so blind
you're bound
to pay the price.
So watch your
back and move it, Jack
Your time's a
wastin 'way.
Cut me some slack
for what I lack
And I won't thank
you someday.
That really wasn't very good at all. A little too preachy. Actually
kinda gay. But I thought it had a good rhyme scheme. And isn't that what
really counts?
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