October 2004 Archives

So let’s see if I end up deleting every entry this time around. I forgot I had this blog (and this site) until a few days ago. Dreams! Shattered! Well, no. Surprisingly, I’ve had quite a number of hits in the past few months. Apparently a lot of people want to download Bill & Ted quotes. I’m glad I could serve you. Too bad everything I have here sucks, and it’s almost embarrassing that anyone’s visited when I, ostensibly the proprietor, forgot it existed.

Amazingly, Party Hat is still up! I recently re-activated my .mac account, and now all my old stuff is once again online.

This evening I head for the city directly after work. Correction: I head for the city during work. Yesterday I came in at 8 so that I can leave early today. That’s thinking ahead. My life has become a series of steps, like a 12-step program, and I hate saying this because it’s akin to Mom’s “Life is About Sorting” philosophy (I belieb it). However, I find myself plotting out the day 1-2-3-4.... Get this uploaded to reserveweb, waive this fine, call this woman and tell her her books are on hold, go to ATM, get saline solution for contacts, eat lunch, go to reference shift, go to train station, try to remain sober. That’s today. That’s my small-scale 12-step–no wait, 9-step program. Then there’s the large-scale. Get car, find apartment, move out, become better person, advance my web authoring skills…. You get the idea.

My digital experience of the day:

The links link on a certain Victorian Literature website redirects to gun and gaming websites. I’ve tried this three times, and each time it brings me to a new NRA sponsored website. Oh wait, this time it brought me to a web hosting site.
Anyway, the reason I was bothering looking around Victorian websites was to find this link (after having found it and lost it) and post it. It’s basically a collection of texts from the Victorian period, organized by subject. There seem to be the full-text of a ton of publications of the time.... Dear God, the works of Dickens. Links don’t seem to work for me. Anyway, Lee Jackson says they’re there. But Jesus, there’s enough generally obscure lit here to break some shit. I really must get to grad school. My love of 19th Century English Literature (capitalized, to show some respect) is suffering. I don’t practice auto-didacticism (I trust that’s a word… see, I told you I don’t practice it). How about this: I am not an auto-didactic. That works better.

I hope I don’t have Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. There’s been an outbreak in Kingston, after all. Yesterday I couldn’t remember... something. I still can’t remember. Dear God.

Oh well.

I would say that I’ll post pictures of my weekend in NY on Monday, but I forgot my camera.