random ramblings of Yours Truly.
Feeling all *meh* this evening. Don’t know what my problem is.
I went back through my blog archives, though, and saw that the last time I felt all *meh* like this, a couple months ago, I played Civ III to ease my non-existent woes. That sounds like a plan.
I can’t wait until my Civ IV Presell Edition arrives.
I just did one of these last month from my work e-mail, but for some reason, reading 
talcotts ‘ Q & A made me want to do this particular one.
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I love Technorati because I love to figure out how random strangers find my page. There aren’t many, but I’d like to welcome Jesse to the fold.
No, not the fold. The club? The elite? No. Um, welcome to the… party? Yeah.
Now, check this. As far as I can figure out, Jesse frequents fantasy-writers.org, a site maintained by Elizabeth Clouse. Liz is my friend Dan’s sister, and Dan helps to manage her site. I’ve surfed around fantasy-writers.org, though, and I can’t seem to find any linkage to Dan’s personal site anywhere. Dan does link to me from his site, though.
So, I’m not quite sure how and where the blogsurfing went, exactly, but that’s how we’re linked in some roundabout way.
Or did Jesse find me from somewhere else, followed MY link to Dan, and HIS link to his sister’s site? *brain explodes*
‘Fess up, Jess. I’m curious. My audience is small. How did you happen to read my random rantings?
…Aaaaaand I’m a dork.
When I realize I’m neglecting a given website and think to myself (way in advance), “Gee, once I’m done redesigning this website, I should really go spruce up that other one.”
Then, right before I launch the redesigned website, and am almost ready to think about the neglected website, someone e-mails the mailing list related to said neglected site and says, “Hey. Why isn’t this site ever updated?” Then I feel like a schmuck, and publicly apologize for sucking, and share my plans for updating the neglected site. Other list members express their appreciation. I feel better about myself.
Then the person (I hesitate to call the person The Complainant) e-mails the list again, just to say that they didn’t mean to start a fight, but really, why is the webmistress giving lame excuses for neglecting the site?
Which, of course, puts me into instant “fuck you” defensive mode, partnered with an unnecessary depression. Not a good way to get motivated to finish the LSM site.
Sometimes I think I should just let someone else take it over. Sure, the entire website was my own idea back in the day (1996), and yeah, that was what made me learn HTML in the first place… but maybe it’s time for someone else to take over.
Maybe I will.
I’ll give it some thought.
Update, 10:05pm: I told the mailing list of my poor neglected site to give me six weeks in which to turn the site around. If they’re not satisfied with the site by Veterans’ Day, I will abdicate in favor of a new webmaster of their choosing.
Still depressed. Still haven’t done any work on the LSM site tonight. Still has to go live either tomorrow night or Saturday morning.
I hate being depressed when I shouldn’t be. I’m going to bed.
OMFG. Go download this fantastic story, written by Jennifer Pelland, read by Deborah Green. Best short story EVAR. An excerpt:
“The thing is,” he said, gesturing at the book, “there’s no proof in here. It’s all just faith. My scientific mind demands rational proof!”
“What will it take?” I asked. “A burning bush?”
And then my pubic hair caught fire.
Warning: if your sense of humor regarding religion is lacking, if you are squeamish about slang referents to a woman’s pubic mound, or if you are a devout Catholic, you might want to pass on this one. I doubt that very many of my readers fall in any of these categories, though, so go download and have fun. Not work-safe.
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