Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Another image by yours truly. Inspiration from Mike2, and some really funny artist who posts at SomethingAwful.com


Man, after work and homework, Mike and I both played some DDR like never before ! Hellz yeah ... Challenge Mode , 629 combo, I forget which grouping of songs ... but I remember that after full-comboing Holic and DXY, I failed after about 30 seconds through Burning Heat (there was one part I stopped to take a breath, and my 4 life gauge ticks almost instantly dropped to zero. ;-D ) ... my heart was hurtin' after that, man ... but it was the funnest 50 cents I've spent in awhile :-)
The Egg and YOU:
(Before getting all huffy, let me remind whomever feels this post is for them that I most assuredly respect y'allz)
Why are people turning their backs on their own personal blogs just when they realize that they're uncomfortable with the imperfections in the mirror that blogging creates ? After all, such things are almost always made for selfish reasons and thus project incorrect facets of being, regardless. Is that not the folly of the internet ? Serial Experiments Lain ? That hardly anyone searches the Internet without doing so for personal gain ? Even I, myself have thought of ideas to create non-profit organizations, but in the end, it's just a means to yet another end, even if I'm making the world a better place (Although that is obviously a much better goal.) ... it still comes from a desire that was taught or learned at some point in my life. But then, what else would it be for ? We all still strive to stay on top of our lives -- but somehow, for those of us with more opportunities to addict ourselves with the increasing number of new "hobbies," we've joined our survival instincts with modern conveniences. That's why the true free exchange of information is as it appears today: manifestations of the wants of countless individuals, in the form of http requests, games, pictures, music, movies, fantasies, programs, projects, scams, and hope.
So where does that leave my own blogging ?
I continue, because I seriously doubt that I'd have had the foresight to exercise my writing ability as much.
I continue, because this place provides a system for me to shelter my outpour thoughts and a few roadmarkers for my life.
I continue, even though I hold no misconceptions about personal blogging.
I continue, because I hope someone looks on this page and decides to donate enough money that I no longer worry about my financial outlook.($600,000.00US should be enough, but more is always welcome.)
I continue, because somewhere in my heart, I want and need validation by other people to compliment the rest of my day, thus creating a foolishly dependent function of site visitors->my happiness, and if I don't get enough site visitors, well, I'll act like I do, because you never know.
I continue, not just because blogging is a hobby... but because I have an irrational hope that somehow, someone will listen to my expositions, rants, raves, and pleas ... and take the responsibility of real life off of my hands via cash & coaching & secretaries. (Aside from the fact that even the notion of "real life" is still quite relative to your age, geography, economic status, and heritage)

And you tell me it MIGHT paint a distorted picture ?
You know it will. You know it does. You know it did.

But I digress ... no, really, it's what I like to do.

I do respect you guys. (As well as my blog-distorted views of who y'all are.) Keep in touch, yo ?
You're like cyber-neighbors to me, and now you've moved away.
Sure, new faces will appear across the street, but your hypertext hangouts had architecture.

Goodbye, Katie.
Goodbye, Netshade
How about that for remote blogging ? I can post something that won't show up till a specific date and time !
This is eerily starting to feel like an episode of Good Times.

At any rate, my whole class has been given sort of a one week extension where we can fix our code before the demo date where we have to show that our implementations can interoperate with other implementations of an RUDP/IP protocol.