Well, I made a few changes here in the last couple days, between bouts of depression and despair. Sometimes fucking with the code is just the ticket. Within the code a deeper code, as
someone
once said. If not there verbatim, then elsewhere and often. But this, when I finish it (it's short but a little twitchy) will be mostly about
malgnostics
and
road apples
Because today is such a Special Day. Oh yeah. A day to smile and be full of cheer and just brimming over with Self-Esteem. But I think it's also a day to remind our dearly departed that...
Thursday, September 11, 2003 Abandon Hope All Ye Who Click These Links
I just learned a new meaning of abandonment. Wow. One can never have too many definitions of abandonment. To see this one, click here. Then click the start button on the control below to hear my response.
Speaking of David Weinberger (as I just was a few post back), I've always been impressed that he has this line at the very top of his blog that speaks to the issue of Accessibility. At first, I thought it was some kind of joke. But then I realized that Accessibility is a very big deal for some people, and that this is no joking matter. David clearly understood this long before I did. He has been a strong influence on my thinking for over a decade now, and I often follow his lead. In this case, by ripping off his code. However, it's full of cascading style sheet shit, not to mention javascript, and I have only the meagerest understanding of these things. I know. It doesn't show, does it? Well OK, I'm just being modest. But I'm really not sure if I got it right, so I'd appreciate it if a bunch of you would test the following links and let me know if you experience any problems in your particular browser of choice...
David Weinberger appears to be annoyed at Doc. I don't know why; I only had time for a quick scan of the post. Sure, Doc can be annoying. But so can David (trust me). So can we all, from time to time. However, I want to go on record as saying that it's just so sad when this sort of thing happens. I think this issue is important enough that I am personally offering the sum of...
...for the best idea to reduce gratuitous rudeness in our beloved Blog-O-Sphere. I know people care about this. Why, just take a look at the responses I've received already!
I turned twenty-one in prison
doin' life without parole
no one could steer me right
but Mama tried Mama tried
mama tried to raise me better
but her pleading I denied
and that leaves only me to blame
'cause Mama tried...
mama don't let your babies grow up to be bloggers
don't let 'em hack brackets and code them old tricks
make 'em be doctors and lawyers and pricks
mama don't let your babies grow up to be bloggers
they'll always stay home and they're never alone
even with someone they love
bloggers ain't easy to love and they're harder to scold
and they'd rather leave you a comment than diamonds or gold
javascript rollovers, old failing servers
night magically turns into day...
and if you don't blogroll him
and he don't get clued
he'll probably just post away...
Tonight I have done another very serious attempt to read Rageboy's fishblog... I admit honestly I failed completely. This typical intellectual Boulder stuff is soooooo way over my dumb Dutchie's herring head... I found a good pic for him though... ;-)
Yes, indeed. That's a good one all right! But Boulder, intellectual? Perhaps you've got it confused with Bader-Meinhof...
people of earth...
Your choice is simple. Join us and live in
peace or pursue your present course and face obliteration. We shall be waiting for your answer.
The decision rests with you.
As a rule, I don't delete posts, but I did delete Saturday's fish post. The reason is, as you can see, that I've promoted him into the blog template. Yes, this means he'll be with us for quite some time, slowing the page-load speed even further. But it looks as if you'll be able to read what he's saying as the rest of the page does (eventually) come in.
btw, the unflappable Anne Craig has one too, over at Plato Shrimp. She calls me up tonight, tells me she's seeing this really nice guy up there in Seattle, tells me she loves me, and says so where's MY fish? These women, I tell you, they're absolutely shameless. They also know my resistance to this sort of blatant extortion is low-to-non-existent. It was easier to make her one than to listen to the litany of all the things she could blackmail me with if I didn't comply. I am definitely getting too old for this shit. Let's face it, HTML is a young man's game. I've decided to either quit blogging or give up women.
I guess I'll give up women, then.
At any rate, what our fishy's got to say will change often. I'm thinking White House press releases will make much better reading this way. Not to mention various penis/breast enhancement spams mixed in with clips from The Great Books. Mortimer Adler would be proud! The possibilities are, literally, endless.
Today's fishtalk is addressed to Donna Wentworth, lately of Harvard's Berkman Center, and now working at The Eclectic Frottage Foundation. As you can see from the logo, these people take themselves very seriously. It must be some sort of Boston thing. (The lance/flagpole, on the other hand, is a Freudian sort of thing.) Now the reason Donna is my first, let's say, "target of opportunity" is that she sent me mail saying: "Are *you* talking to me? (Said best donning a mohawk, but I am
currently sans.)" This is a rather elliptical reference to a) Taxi Driver, whence the first part of what Fish is saying derives, and b) the fish itself, around which we've had some previous truck. But of course I took it as a challenge to push the envelope of impropriety even further. Honk if you love borderlines!
In other news, I am all overLatin fashion. Oh yeah. (See L I N G E R I O catalog strip at left.) Frank will like this one for sure. Not to mention Donna and Halley and Denise and of course Shelley -- hell, scores, nay very hordes, of The Gentler Sex® -- will maybe like it too. You know what they say about there being no accounting for taste. Good thing too. If there were, I'd surely be arrears.
ohmygod, he's back! The Kommissar of Krakow, the great Ur-Freak, the Grandpa of Dada, the inimitable, sure-to-soon-to-be-institutionalized Marek J has a new blog! Although it looks as if Louie has already seized power in a stunning coup. Or a cunning stew. Or a bunch of midget female track-and-field stars. Something. It would be impossible to describe anyway, so just go there. Hereby heartily endorsed by "the Juguverized Cucuber Agency (wholly owned subsidiary of RageBoy Enterprises)." And here we thought that subsidiary was defunct!
But if you do not know of the Kommissar and his Works, let me remind you of his stirring words of about one year and a half ago, when I, personally, was contemplating either a) suicide, or b) a better class of girlfriend. These words inspired me then, as I hope they will inspire you today!
Until a minute ago, I had no photos. I still have no photos to speak of.
I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos."
It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.