Friday, August 31, 2001
some last 24... here's the quick and dirty: saw jay & silent bob strike back, changed a tire, ate a damn fine oyster poboy dressed, drove across town no less than three times, helped rid my parent's yard of a squirrel's nest, walked their dogs, had dinner with my mom, secured a temporary stay of my impending financial demise from an anonymous source, and won two games of darts. handily. up next: a visit from a friend, a visit from an an ex-girlfriend, a visit with a friend's family, a visit with a friend's boyfriend. all different friends. sorry for the play-by-play. it's been that kind of day. Wednesday, August 29, 2001
i tend to make some really interesting victory noises and violent, karate like gesticulations when i'm suddenly seized with a fit of happiness. and no, i'm not talking about that, get your mind out of the gutter! i just had a client settle on a logo i'd put together, and so the flow may be soon forthcoming. very nice. more flow = paid bills = less stress = more happy. which is not to say that money = happiness, but verily, a certain minumum amount doth facilitate survival.
it's funny how i've been able to write like this, for nearly half a year now - talking to myself, to the void, to the great enormous cloud of humanity that is the internet - and most of all to the five or so of you who actually read unapologetic regularly (you know who you are, though i don't.) and there's always something to write about - even if it's mundane and workaday, even if it's goofy or trite, and often poorly composed - when i sit down to post, there's always something new. which is why i started this, really, back in march - an opportunity to write more, to finally keep that journal i'd never been able to keep, to finally make that personal webpage i'd be proud of. and all that's happened, and i've even gotten to record myself going through some really, er, interesting times, making some changes i've that i've needed to make for a long, long time. so anyway. point being, unapologeticmakes me happy. i'm pleased with the site, with the concept, and i'm looking forward to more. to quote something i found on loobylu, but should be my tag line for this site - "no apologies, because this is my life." maybe i'll write and ask her if i can use it... interestingly enough, this post was supposed to be going in a totally other direction, but it got away from me. oh well. i'll save that one for another day. Tuesday, August 28, 2001
must be a slow news day, because i'm watching msnbc right now, and they're doing live coverage of some 'breaking news': a small plane is trying to land at the van nuys, california airport, and apparently the pilot isn't sure if all of his landing gear are locked down, even though they look like they are. and so msnbc has a helicopter following this poor guy around the sky while he burns off fuel, with a live camera, just so the folks at home can see him land safely - or not. and you know, it's the 'or not' part that people will actually keep watching this for... ok, see, there. he landed just fine, the wheels worked and everything. so we the viewing public just got to see a normal, everyday small two person jet land like they do every day, all over the country! and the best bit, is that they showed footage of another plane in texas, in the same situation whose safe landing they covered yesterday. that's what i pay for cable for. ok, actually, i pay for cable for the badass internet connection, and watching planes land safely on the news is just icing. jeez... while i'm on the topic of weirdness in tv-land, i spent a few hours today puppy-sitting for my aunt, who just got a new puppy and doesn't quite want to leave it home alone yet. which is silly, i know, but the family wanted me to take digital puppy-pictures, so i had to go by anyway... and being currently un/self-employed, i had the time... so anyhow, i'm sitting in my aunt's house, trying not to step on this tiny little dog, and determined not to watch any stupid soaps or moronic court shows, i settled, naturally, on PBS kids shows. and so, i sat and watched, in true home-sick-from-kindergarten tv-marathon fashion: between the lions ( today's lesson: words ending in "-ack". new show to me, seems word oriented, maybe the latter-day "letter people" - and it seems like more monkeys than lions...) arthur(today's lesson: heroes. i remember back in the day when bill cosby read arthur books on reading rainbow...) the teletubbies (today's lesson: washing. since when did they re-dub all the human voices with american accents? that sucks...) zoboo mafoo (today's lesson: humans as animals. cool show, kind of loopy and moves fast, like a lemur - definitely for the a.d.d. set.) and reading rainbow (today's lesson: cats. always a favorite of mine, but levar, why'd you have to go and re-do the theme music? now it sounds like a bad mid-70's funky porn theme... ewww...) mr. rodger's neighborhood (today's lesson: abstract versus representaional art. no, i'm dead serious. it was about how art is in the eye of the beholder, even if it doesn't look like a picture of a horse, it has the feel of a horse, so it's still good art - i was afraid fred was going to break out the critical theory there, deep waters well traveled, a manifesto for refrigerator-magneted crayon masterpieces... also interesting was the new hispanohablante element, once the province only of luis and maria on sesame street, but kicked up a step - characters who don't just say 'hola' but actually converse in fluent, quick spanish, without benefit of translation, except for contextual clues... amazing. what a loss that fred's retiring after this year...) i left just as clifford came on. all this took less than three hours, but it re-affirmed my belief that good public children's televison programming is one of the best reasons to own a tv at all, and that one day, when they exist, my kids will get plenty of it... Monday, August 27, 2001
spent sunday at the beach, in ocean springs, mississippi, about an hour east of nola. ocean springs is where jessie arbogast, the boy whose arm got bitten off by a shark in pensacola, is from, and the whole little town was covered in yellow ribbons for him - though we didn't figure that out until we got home... er, who the ribbons were for, that is - anyway good company - holly and her friend mo, diane, dave, and toph - sun, sand, and a beautiful day... we found a quaint, nearly empty little beach called 'front beach' off the main drag - maybe a hundred yards of sand near the ocean springs marina. not the best of all possible beaches, but it did the trick, especially for an impromptu daytrip... the water left something to be desired, maybe - it was piss yellow and just as warm, but that didn't stop us from wading out a few hundred yards to where it eventually got about two feet deep, sitting down, relaxing and chatting... then we barbequed veggie burgers (for holly and i) and hot dogs (for everybody else) and s'mores... it was pleasant and fun and exactly what i needed yesterday - a break from staring at this screen... Sunday, August 26, 2001
saturday night, alone, at home. mostly on purpose, too... i've been in kind of a funk all day. i'm beginning to feel like an unhappy Sims character - wanting to look up at whoever's controlling this game and shake my fists and rant in a big red thought bubble. which won't make any sense to you if you've never played The Sims. looks like this - which continues to become more and more relevant to me lately. all this whining is stupid, though, because for once in my life, i'm actually doing something that i enjoy, for myself, on my own. and doing pretty much of it, doing work i'm proud of, and learning new techniques, and gaining experience and confidence, and, and, and ... i just need to make it work. i need to stop being paralyzed by my own stupid fear and lack of confidence. and stop worrying about the other things in my life that are fucked up that i can't do anything about right now. that's kind of funny, looking back over that last sentence or two, it's almost a (vulgar, modern) paraphrase of that old prayer about 'give me the strength to change the things i have the ability to change, the courage to accept the things i cannot, and the wisdom to know the difference.' except i hadn't gotten to the knowing the difference part yet... i think i'm pretty bright and i think i know the difference - it's just that i like to fight impossible battles, and i have a high tolerance for self-inflicted (or maybe, self-subjected?) emotional pain. it's not that i can't do anything about them, it's that i won't ... if it wasn't for bad things, i wouldn't have no things at all... wow. i don't usually bleed like this, this openly, online... i'm going to stop now before i sound any more like a morose teenager. i think i'll go lift my skinny fists like antennas to heaven, listen to some GSYBE and see if that will cheer me up. which it won't. Saturday, August 25, 2001
i guess i can't pass this one up - it's for real, and he seems to be as nice, normal a guy in real life as gordie lachance and wesley crusher were on screen: www.wilwheaton.net Friday, August 24, 2001
and in the news today... most of new orleans is without much water pressure. this morning when i took a drippy, weak little shower, i thought it must just be my condo complex, somebody must be messing with the pipes, why didn't they post a notice or something, all that. but then i hear that a water main broke, it's the whole city, and all the schools and lots of businesses and stuff are closed, because they don't have air conditioning, because they're water-cooled... fun thing to have happen at the hottest part of the year, eh? fortunately, my ac still works...
alright, a few tweaks to the page tonight as byproduct of a long night of working on my own attempt at what may soon be an e-commerce site: new self-portrait up top - a line art one to add to the manga, photo and stor.co.uk ones. and i've started a project i've been thinking of for quite some time: where my 'friend blogs' pulldown was, is now a 'nola blogs' pulldown - i want to try and compile a list of as many weblogs taking place in new orleans as possible. there must be more than i have here, but this is all a quick google search turned up. jonno and sturtle are pretty big names on the blog scene, i think - pretty high blogdex numbers (and for good reason - excellent writing and interesting lives) - but the rest, including me, are pretty low profile. a possible goal is to eventually have some sort of new orleans blog social type thing, as apparently happens in most other cities - people in dc, houston, austin, chicago i know do that sort of thing... and at least to get the links flowing... or whatever... point being, if you're in new orleans and have a blog, or you know of a new orleans blog i don't have listed, let me know!
being something of a fan of 'the sims' lately, and with my current career situation being what it is, i can't help but think this is kind of cute. then again, maybe it's a bit too realistic. Wednesday, August 22, 2001
have i ever mentioned that i record my dreams, or at least the ones i remember? i do. on a mini-cassette recorder / dictaphone thing that i keep on my nightstand. whenever i wake up and still remember a dream, i'll mumble some cloudy non-sensical recollection of whatever it was i was dreaming into this tape recorder. i don't remember my dreams too often, though - and when i do i don't always remember to record them. i've been doing this for maybe seven or eight months now - since around last christmas, i think - and just getting to the end of the second side of the 60 minute tape. i've never gone back and listened to it before (though i did once have to rewind it a bit when i fell back asleep while recording, and captured thirty minutes of breathing/snoring.) when the tape is finished, i've been promising myself i'll actually sit down and transcribe all my sleepy stories... i've got no idea what will come of this, or what i'll learn about myself and my dreams. maybe i'll even post some of them here... what brought this post about was the fact that today i woke up remembering a dream, and thought to record it, and then consciously - though still kind of half-asleep - decided that this particular dream wasn't up to par and didn't need to be recorded - it just wasn't that exciting. I don't remember the dream now, but i do remember that decision. And to my conscious waking mind, which has no idea what all is on that tape, i don't know what criteria i was using to decide that this dream wasn't good enough to record. which is weird, and kind of spooky in a cool way - evidence of the actual work of the subconscious, proof that there's stuff going on in my mind that i don't know anything about... on an unrelated note (but then, can anything possibly be completely unrelated?): i saw 'clerks' for the first time a couple of days ago. this is one of those movies that everyone in the world who ever heard that i hadn't seen it was completely taken aback and told me to go rent it immediately, that it was 'my kind of movie', etc., etc... and that i resemble the main character, dante. and now that i've seen it, i don't quite know what to make of all that... Monday, August 20, 2001
so midsummer mardi gras was a blast, no surprise there... you can see the pictures here if you're interested, basically it's just a couple hundred people who gather outside one bar ( the maple leaf ) in random costumes and various degrees of undress and inebriation, and walk or stumble on to two or three more bars in the vicinity (carrollton station & snake and jakes), with an raggedy band of brass and drums in tow... and its just fun as hell. what gets me is the strange sense of civic pride i get from these things - walking down the street, amidst a big crowd of friends and strangers and music and liquor and masks and costumes and silliness and fun, and knowing that nowhere else in the world do they do this sort of thing just because. no reason, no occasion, just because. and you just think, 'only in new orleans', and you start to get a lump in your throat because you love where you live. and then you realize, that's silly, and you should have another sip of that beer and catch up with your friends. Saturday, August 18, 2001
last night the supahstahs had dinner at juan's flying burrito. always a good choice - i had this discussion with mike ross last night, that juan's isn't authentic mexican food, it's more like, new orleans mexi-punk, maybe - but all in all it's a better restaurant than say, taqueria corona, which is 'authentic' mexican. or something. but anyway, it was a good time and well attended, and of course lots of good depraved oh-god-not-at-the-dinner-table conversation, which there's really not a better place for than at the dinner table among friends... then we went on to the bulldog for pitchers, and had a pretty good time there too, and seemed to attract all sorts of acquaintances and friends and random hangers on, and talked about learning the hula and abandoning the legal profession and levitating cell phones and l.e.a.p. tests and the new orleans work ethic or lack thereof and obsessive stalkers we have known in common. i left just after midnight, a bit tired, and as i was walking to where i was parked, somebody called me, and i turned around to see two friends from college, evette and hayden, pull up - so we went by the mayfair to catch up, and ended up talking english major talk and general gossip until two. evette's been here, she's a pastry chef at the ritz, but hayden is just moving down from washington state. cool girls. hopefully we'll keep in touch. and now, a day of working on design projects and then, tonight, the krewe of oak, when i get to dress up like a muse-eum. more on that later... Thursday, August 16, 2001
good morning, ash... thanks for the kind words... honored to know that a mind like yours is interested. :)
wow. this comes as something of a surprise... unapologetic got an, um, very favorable rating by a reviewer at www.theweblogreview.com. you can read it here. maybe i'll start getting some real hits!?!
my mom's pretty cool. m: what are you doing this morning? a: i just finished my first in-person meeting with my first local freelance clients. m: congratulations, how did it go, etc... a: great, i was scared to death, but i feel pretty good, and they gave me a trial project to design some window decals, etc... m: what are you wearing? a: um, a polo and some nice jeans? it was really casual. m: ha, ha. what are you wearing? a: um, no, i'm serious. it looks nice. and it was really all i had to wear that wasn't lawyer clothes - all i have is suits and stuff, and i have to look... trendy or something, if i'm a designer, you know? and i can't aff... m: where are you? a: downtown. m: meet me at banana republic in twenty minutes. a: but... m: twenty minutes. lakeside mall. i'm leaving now. and so i endured the mortifying spectacle of 26 year-old son enters banana republic and j.crew with mom, for a whole hour - and i got to pick out some pretty damn cool new threads. embarassed: hell yes. complaining: not on your life. free clothes? you can't get that at goodwill... and in my brave new freelance-and-find-a-job world, i'll save every penny i can, thanks. and why admit this to, well, constructively at least, the whole world, and embarass myself all over again, only worse? in support of my original contention - my mom's pretty cool. ps. - no. i'm not a momma's boy. this is the exception, not the rule. and like i said, free clothes. Wednesday, August 15, 2001
ok, so i haven't seen many movies this summer, but even if i had, the others would still have been the best. it's just a wonderful ghost-story, the kind that will probably keep me up all night tonight with the lights on. it keeps you thinking - trying to understand - and on the edge of your seat the entire time. it's the sort of thing i'd have much more expected from "mystery" on PBS than from hollywood these days - in that it's beautifully filmed, incredibly well acted (the children are both better than child star de jour haley joel osmond, by orders of magnitude) and it's blissfully free of blood, gore, overdone CG effects, psychotic killers (almost) and anorexic teens. just dark, foggy moors, a big scary mansion, and .. just go see the damn thing. it's sherlock holmes a lahound of the baskervilles (jeremy brett era) meets vintage hitchcock at his plot-twisting best, with nicole kidman thrown in to sweeten the deal. sublime. and i'm not the only one who thinks so. Monday, August 13, 2001
it's clean! it's clean! my apartment, my workspace, everything! it's no longer covered by a layer of junk and miscellaneous papers! ok, not everything. the closets are still full of junk, but it's kind of organized junk, sort of. and it's not really clean, as such, in that i discovered (surprise) that there was a layer of dust under the layer of junk and paper, so now i need to dust and vacuum. *sneezes* Saturday, August 11, 2001
drag. i'm feeling weak and hopeless today, there are entire worlds of design out there on the web that i'm just discovering... and this is what i want to do with my life, and i'm so, so... nothing compared to these people. flash, illustration, general cool-ass design, and i am so not there. not that i'm not better than some, not that i'm not talented, it's just that sometimes the pros can be intimidating. damn. check this out: photoshop tennis, at coudal.com. how cool. oh, and check out every other damn link they have. awe. sheer awe. especially the illustration at littlerocket. i need experience. i need access to badass, creative co-workers. i need a damn job...
guess what? i got my explodingdog t-shirt in the mail yesterday! it's the star one that they don't have anymore. did i mention, charles and christine are back? and charles with a torn acl, nonetheless. maybe he'll write in the weblog i made him now that he won't be very ambulatory for a while. and maybe he'll let me un-password protect it, 'cause he's a damn good writer, but the world may never know. Friday, August 10, 2001
things i wonder but never bother to find out: • what exactly goes on when you get a head freezes from eating cold stuff? • why do cereal and toast and stuff soak up milk better than they do water or orange juice or diet coke? • why do the caps of aerosol spray cans have little perforated circles in the plastic? i think maybe i already really kind of know the answers -but if i let myself figure them all out, then where will all the little mysteries in life go? Thursday, August 09, 2001
last saturday, at white linen night, i ran into a friend from college - ariana french - who just moved down to nola from austin a couple of weeks ago. (white linen night is actually pretty good for running into friends from college, as well as people you generally would rather not see from law school...). she and her significant other, paul, now live just a few blocks away on magazine street. anyway, I realized yesterday that I had misplaced her phone number - i had it on my desk here somewhere, probably a casualty of my recent fits of reorganization - and so went searching for it on the web. I didn't find it, but I did find that she has a blog, called nubbin... that being the case, i'm sure i'll mention my blog to her at some point - so, if you do read this, welcome to new orleans, ariana...
god dammit. i don't know if there's anything i hate more than when a book gets wet and the pages dry all warped and wavy. and even worse if it's just a few of the pages and the cover. a new book, too. arggg. and from condensation off a glass! i didn't even spill anything!
aaahhhhhh....... trying to learn flash 5. it's like photoshop, you can really only learn it by playing with it, for hours, and hours, and hours, and days, and weeks, and years... i've been a photoshop and illustrator junkie since versions 3.0 and 4.0 respectively, which means, late 1993 or early 1994. and i guarantee i've logged several thousand hours between the two - but i still learn new tricks and shortcuts and i still create better artwork and i still know there's tons more to learn, every time i sit down to edit an image. and flash 5, it's the same learning curve, the same intricacy and complexity, if not more... and i'm not prepared to say it's as much fun as photoshop and illustrator, but the potential is there... i will get good at this damn thing... thankfully i have some background with macromedia director, experimenting back in the day, so i'm not starting from complete ground zero, but, well, yeah, mostly i am. but it's coming along. Wednesday, August 08, 2001
okay, some things i just don't get. i just took this colorquiz personality test, which consists entirely of selecting the order in which a group of colored blocks makes you "feel good." you do this twice, and they give you your results. sounds absolutely inane. the results however, are general enough to be applicable to anyone, of course, but i can't say that they don't seem to apply to me, sort of... passing strange... Your Existing Situation Relatively inactive and in a static condition, while conflict of one sort or another prevents peace of mind. Unable to achieve relationships of the desired degree of mutual affection and understanding. Your Stress Sources Wants freedom to follow his own convictions and principles, to achieve respect as an individual in his own right. Desires to avail himself of every possible opportunity without having to submit to limitations or restrictions. Your Restrained Characteristics Wants to broaden his fields of activity and insists that his hopes and ideas are realistic. Distressed by the fear that he may be prevented from doing what he wants; needs both peaceful conditions and quiet reassurance to restore his confidence. Egocentric and therefore quick to take offense. Sensitive and sentimental, but conceals this from all except those very close to him. Your Desired Objective Wants to establish himself and make an impact despite unfavorable circumstances and a general lack of appreciation. Your Actual Problem Strongly resists outside influence and any interference with his freedom to make his own decisions and plans. Works to establish and strengthen his own position. Your Actual Problem #2 Needs to be valued and respected as an exceptional individual, in order to increase his self-esteem and his feeling of personal worth. Resists mediocrity and sets himself high standards.
i don't like my last week or so of posts, i think i'm getting to be a bit too stream of consiousness lately. i've never really reached the level of writing i'm capable of here, but i guess maybe that's the nature of the medium. i want to keep a conversational tone (though i know there aren't enough people out there reading it to keep up much of a conversation) and i do want this to be partly a journal, for me, as well as a weblog, for you, the (theoretical) reader - although i suppose the mundane day to day journaling can't make for very good reading, really. it's strange, though, what i include and what i forget to include, or omit intentionally. for example, i find it kind of odd that the other week - just after my birthday - i walked into warehouse music on tchoupitoulas at the same time as trent reznor. i got my cds, he got his, he left, i left. i didn't even see what he bought. normal day in uptown new orleans. i know half the blogs in the world would have mentioned that when it happened, but it didn't even occur to me at the time, or really at all until i started writing this. so i guess there's not much method to this madness. 'sokay, though... i'll just keep at it and keep my eyes open for the occasional flash of brilliant prose... i mean, if the monkeys with the typewriters can do it... Monday, August 06, 2001
hmmm... today's been busy as hell, lots of adjusting and tweaking and figuring things out, and still not done yet - but one new and interesting thing i did was figure out how to create a quicktime vr panorama. so, assuming you have quicktime, check out this 360 degree view of my apartment (well, the living room, at least.) there are mirrors on one wall, so it comes out as kind of a strange, double self-portrait on that side. and it's a good picture of my, um, extensive cd collection, too... anyway, that was fun and will hopefully be useful to one of the freelance projects i'm currently about to begin working on. Sunday, August 05, 2001
man, what's wrong with me? not posting like this, when i've had all the time in the world and so much to talk about... maybe that's just it, i've been busy. busy looking for a job, putting together a portfolio, working on bits and pieces of other projects, all kinds of stuff. take, for example, tonight - well, last night, saturday - august 4th - a night of double significance here in the cresent city: first, it's white linen night, which means that bunches of culturally and socially informed new orleanians go walk around in cool clothes (specifically, white linen - okay, white or khaki or ecru or whatever) on a hot, hot, hot summer night, on a particular street in the warehouse district called julia street, and visit all the open art galleries, which have openings coordinated with the event. and there's music, and drinks, and food. and it can be a good time, despite the artsy pretentiousness and the abundance of species such as uptownsocialite juniorleaguerus and coolerthanthou hipstercokeheadus. so i did that, for a little while, and... second, it's (or would have been, rather) louis armstrong's 100th birthday - and so i went with holly (who gets props for being so cool and for coming with me at the last minute since i'm apparently incapable of getting a date lately) to the satchmo to marsalis: a tribute to the fathers of jazz concert, which i won tickets to on wwno... it was amazing. a great show, in every respect, and an amazing all-star bunch of jazz cats- ellis, wynton, branford, delafayo, and jason marsalis, and harry connick jr. all together, at one point. i can't even express it, every note in the right place, that many great players on the same stage, wynton and branford are so fluid, and just the sheer technical and improvisational mastery - where wynton left spaces, branford filled them, like a beautiful, complicated dance. where ellis set down a foundation, harry built on it; where harry built, ellis broke it down. just masterful, liquid, seamless jazz, hot, cool, traditional, modern. they even played 'struttin' with some barbeque', with wynton doing more than justice to what louis armstrong laid down. it was an honor to be there. good music, good company, and free to boot. i heard a voice in the crowd remark on the way out: i hope they never do anything like that again. i'd have to agree, selfish as that may be. something that cool just deserves to be a once-in-a-lifetime. artsy pretentiousness? what? Thursday, August 02, 2001
i've never done this before, but i can't get onto the blogger site to post, so i'm e-mailing myself this post, to post later. here goes. i just got home, for the fourth time tonight. it's been a peach, let me tell you. first, i went to a poetry reading/art show at an obscure, well hidden neighborhood dive bar in the ninth ward. the poetry was quite absurd, really, but my friend dianne had three paintings hanging, so holly and i went to see that. pleasant enough. so i drop holly off at around 10:30. when i get back to 4007, i catch simeon just leaving, and we decide to go to moonlight cafe for a drink. we do that, and i get back to 4007 at around midnight. i begin to get ready for bed, and i get a call from my sister, drunk, at a bar a few blocks away with her friends. i i get back in the car, and drive there, pick them up, and take them to get some late night food at the trolley stop. we eat, and i bring them to one of the girl's houses, and warn my sister to sleep there, as she's too drunk to drive. No sooner do i get home than i get a call from that friend, saying my sister had left. so i drive to metairie, hoping to catch up with her on the way. no such luck, however, she got home alright, and i gave her her phone back with a minimum of bitching, despite how scared i had been. anyway. then i came home again, for the fourth time in as many hours. it's late. there's much more to say, but my eyes are burning. that's a night. (8/2/01 2:48am) Wednesday, August 01, 2001
ok, i'm back, seven hundred miles and two days later. rod is safely installed in shreveport, and boy, he better enjoy his job up there cause there doesn't seem to be a goddamn thing to do in that town. he'll find a way, he's resourceful like that, and tends to attract social situations... no real worries there. but we'll miss him down here. i'm going to have to start my own syrupy brit-pop collection to compensate for the lack of his imported british "now" compilations...
and now to get started on finding a job in graphic design here in new orleans. not the easiest thing to do, i'm beginning to think. but i'm going to give it my best shot, starting this morning. while landing and working the freelance jobs and side projects i've got going. and what do all these things have in common? portfolio, portfolio, portfolio. so that's looking like order of business number one. digital and print versions, of all my greatest hits. oh my. i have my work cut out for me, don't i? but truthfully, i'm looking forward to it. very forward. and so, to sleep. otherwhere, i've been added to the indieblogs webring! which is great - maybe my hit counts will start picking up!! maybe i'll get more feedback e-mails!! maybe i'll develop a cult following and people will buy me things on my amazon wishlist!!! (ok, scratch that last, as it's not very likely and i think i'd be scared besides...) |