Thursday, January 27, 2005
I don't write enough.
Go read How To Blog. I just did, and I found it quite inspiring, such that provided I can keep some of those tips in mind, I'll try and put more of them into what I write. More on that later, but first:
Go (attempt to) vote at the Bloggies. I say (attempt to) because you probably won't, but the page is a great page of links to stuff about blogs, and really just kind of goes upwards, outwards and onwards from there. It does not however, twirl.
Back to writing. I don't really like it. The whole typing thing; I find it to be too slow and prone to re-reading and editing. I could easily just not re-read or edit my work, but I find it's infectious and I do it anyways. Blogger? If you're listening, please allow me to post my mp3s to here, since if I could do that, I could audblog so much more. I dislike having to call the states. In fact, just allow the posting of any files smaller than a few megabytes. If you/your superiors can offer a gigabyte of email to any random joe, you can do this. Please do. If anyone comes after you about copywrite infringement, resist with all the power you can. If we can post text, we can copy anything digital, so screw 'em and give in to freedom. If you let this come to pass, you will be my new best friend and I will name my first born (Name picked by wife as a concession to...) Blogger Crowe.
Ok, maybe not. I suppose if I did that, I would be stuck on the couch for a long time.
Ok, so I probably don't have the guts to try and name my kid Blogger. I might grow those guts though, and then my promise just might be fulfilled.
And while I'm at it, Mozilla Thunderbird? Hon? Sweetie? I love you and all, but the whole "truncating lines so that they make a nice column" thing just has to stop. It makes for very ugly looking blog-by-email posts, and at the very least should be optional. And if you could have an option to just default to plain text emails for everything? I think we would be set for life if you could do those things. I'll try to go to counselling to stop the shouting, but sometimes the things you do just make me angry. At times like that I start thinking about pine or Sylpheed CLAWS and the things that could have been. I don't like that. I want to stay with you, Thunderbird. We can work things out, right?
Lastly, for lack of a better denouement, I'll return to a long forgotten argument had between classes at least a year ago, but I don't remember when, about what gender computers were. I shall state for the record that they are emphatically female. While they tell you they're based on logic and do exactly what you tell them, they never do either.
(Sexist joke of the day brought to you by Jesus' Peanut Butter Cups. (Ok, not really, since as far as I know that one's mine, but it's a decent way of sliding in the link, no?))
(Religious joke of the day brought to you by Goats.)
(Review of Goats brought to you by Websnark and Comixpedia.)
(I'll stop now.) ¶ 10:56 p.m.
Go read How To Blog. I just did, and I found it quite inspiring, such that provided I can keep some of those tips in mind, I'll try and put more of them into what I write. More on that later, but first:
Go (attempt to) vote at the Bloggies. I say (attempt to) because you probably won't, but the page is a great page of links to stuff about blogs, and really just kind of goes upwards, outwards and onwards from there. It does not however, twirl.
Back to writing. I don't really like it. The whole typing thing; I find it to be too slow and prone to re-reading and editing. I could easily just not re-read or edit my work, but I find it's infectious and I do it anyways. Blogger? If you're listening, please allow me to post my mp3s to here, since if I could do that, I could audblog so much more. I dislike having to call the states. In fact, just allow the posting of any files smaller than a few megabytes. If you/your superiors can offer a gigabyte of email to any random joe, you can do this. Please do. If anyone comes after you about copywrite infringement, resist with all the power you can. If we can post text, we can copy anything digital, so screw 'em and give in to freedom. If you let this come to pass, you will be my new best friend and I will name my first born (Name picked by wife as a concession to...) Blogger Crowe.
Ok, maybe not. I suppose if I did that, I would be stuck on the couch for a long time.
Ok, so I probably don't have the guts to try and name my kid Blogger. I might grow those guts though, and then my promise just might be fulfilled.
And while I'm at it, Mozilla Thunderbird? Hon? Sweetie? I love you and all, but the whole "truncating lines so that they make a nice column" thing just has to stop. It makes for very ugly looking blog-by-email posts, and at the very least should be optional. And if you could have an option to just default to plain text emails for everything? I think we would be set for life if you could do those things. I'll try to go to counselling to stop the shouting, but sometimes the things you do just make me angry. At times like that I start thinking about pine or Sylpheed CLAWS and the things that could have been. I don't like that. I want to stay with you, Thunderbird. We can work things out, right?
Lastly, for lack of a better denouement, I'll return to a long forgotten argument had between classes at least a year ago, but I don't remember when, about what gender computers were. I shall state for the record that they are emphatically female. While they tell you they're based on logic and do exactly what you tell them, they never do either.
(Sexist joke of the day brought to you by Jesus' Peanut Butter Cups. (Ok, not really, since as far as I know that one's mine, but it's a decent way of sliding in the link, no?))
(Religious joke of the day brought to you by Goats.)
(Review of Goats brought to you by Websnark and Comixpedia.)
(I'll stop now.) ¶ 10:56 p.m.
