straight, no chaser
I have this compulsion to write and create. This is good, because I'm supposed to run in a manuscript of Just A Geek RSN . . . but I'm really only good for about 2 hours a day. Longer than that, and my brain just churns out garbage. Sometimes and there's value to garbage: It's easier to rewrite garbage than fill up a blank page, but more often than not, the gargabage* is just garbage.
So I put myself on a schedule, which I've kept very poorly the last two weeks. When I'm done with the Writing Stuff part of my brain, I activate the Other Stuff part of my brain: the Other Stuff I've been digging on recently (when I'm not getting wasted by a freakin' OWLBEAR when I'm two freaking moves away from beating Sokoban) is web development.
A few days ago, I got an e-mail from Yahoo! that informed me my lame Geoshitties site would be *gasp* sent down the Memory Hole because it hadn't been touched in so long. Losing "Where's my Burrito" would be like losing an embarrassing but important collection of yearbooks, so the first thing I did was wget the whole thing, and then I made a tiny change to the index file. Hopefully, that will mollify Yahoo! for another year or so.
Going over that site really is like looking back on photos from 1987. There were several "I can't believe I thought that was cool" moments, especially when I viewed the source!
Hey, at least I didn't get a tattoo, right?
*(that was supposed to say "garbage," but "gargabage" is such a wonderful word, and so perfectly descriptive, I'm leaving this happy accident intact.)