Nobody was aware, but from about two days after my last blog, to about an hour ago, I was stuck in deep space. Filling in for me was a fairly life-like android with unfortunately sub-par blogging ability. (Meaning, he was slightly better at it than me, but I didn't want to give him any ideas about making this situation permanent.) He lacked the pretension/ego-centrism subroutine required to make regular updates, so I gave up my life in the stars to return and set things right.
And that is why it has been so long since I last put anything up on this dusty, cobwebbed corner of the internet. Now that I've returned, expect a staggering increase in posts. I'm talking two, maybe THREE before the end of 2011.
This post is not to be confused with similar incidents from my childhood resulting in lost homework, though I maintain that those were just as true.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Life comes at you fast. and it's gone.
I didn't have a Geocities site. My first personal website (coded entirely in notepad, bitches) was hosted on my ISP's server because they gave me a whopping 2 megabytes of storage and ftp access back in 1997. Yet, when I heard Yahoo! was shutting down Geocities, I felt a surprising amount of nostalgia.
Geocities, for those unfamiliar with it, was a free web host where you could basically make a website about anything you damn well pleased with no regard for design aesthetics or proper HTML coding. It was part of the internet's early, wild-west phase. Geocities sites were often ridiculed for being ugly, never updated, and swarming with "under construction" .gif images that never really meant anything was being worked on.
It was also a precursor to the slew of "social networking" sites, blogs, etc. that everybody enjoys (or is completely sick of) today. There were other similar hosting services, but Geocities seems to have been the first one to really attract a large number of people to put up something on the internet for the world to see, resulting in a beautiful mess of blinking text, dancing hamsters, and general midi renditions of hit songs.
There were Guestbooks, which evolved into today's comment boxes. Webrings, connected sites kind of like your friend network on Facebook, only under the pretense of sharing some thematic similarity with each other. Annoying, badly placed animated images and overblown use of every possible HTML trick which became Myspace. *rimshot!*
Before the sites went under the virtual wrecking ball, a number of projects (and users) scrambled to save and archive as much as they could. Seemed an odd thing to be concerned with at first. Then it suddenly occurs to me how everything is seems to be digital now and it's easy to copy and archive, but equally easy to lose forever. Historians study letters and journal entries from normal people in different eras to understand how they lived. Since everything we do exists in the digital world, is any of what we're saying going to even going to stick around that long?
More importantly, did I just write that entire thing about geocities? Getting lost in my own head would be more fun if I didn't talk to myself so much.
Geocities, for those unfamiliar with it, was a free web host where you could basically make a website about anything you damn well pleased with no regard for design aesthetics or proper HTML coding. It was part of the internet's early, wild-west phase. Geocities sites were often ridiculed for being ugly, never updated, and swarming with "under construction" .gif images that never really meant anything was being worked on.
It was also a precursor to the slew of "social networking" sites, blogs, etc. that everybody enjoys (or is completely sick of) today. There were other similar hosting services, but Geocities seems to have been the first one to really attract a large number of people to put up something on the internet for the world to see, resulting in a beautiful mess of blinking text, dancing hamsters, and general midi renditions of hit songs.
There were Guestbooks, which evolved into today's comment boxes. Webrings, connected sites kind of like your friend network on Facebook, only under the pretense of sharing some thematic similarity with each other. Annoying, badly placed animated images and overblown use of every possible HTML trick which became Myspace. *rimshot!*
Before the sites went under the virtual wrecking ball, a number of projects (and users) scrambled to save and archive as much as they could. Seemed an odd thing to be concerned with at first. Then it suddenly occurs to me how everything is seems to be digital now and it's easy to copy and archive, but equally easy to lose forever. Historians study letters and journal entries from normal people in different eras to understand how they lived. Since everything we do exists in the digital world, is any of what we're saying going to even going to stick around that long?
More importantly, did I just write that entire thing about geocities? Getting lost in my own head would be more fun if I didn't talk to myself so much.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Mo' blogging by moblogging.
The alien overlords have seen fit to grant me power to blog from my phone. So I will be doing so.
Annoyingly, VZ adds stuff as seen below... I shall be deleting this superfluous text accordingly. Unless the big V decides to pay me... In which case, being a capitalist, I'll leave it there. But I voted for Obama, so I must be a socialist... Truly I am a walking contradiction.
This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Nobody asks if I'm a Ninja
I don't draw nearly enough anymore. I don't blog as much as I would like either. This way, I get back on track with both. Or neglect both in a more efficient manner...
Done in about 20 minutes with my trusty fountain pen and not scanned, but photographed because my old ass scanner is "teh suck".
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Friday, June 12, 2009
Careful of the wheels... They bite.
Yes, I know there are risers on that board already. It needs two layers. Yes that is a hunk of paint from the board on the wheel. Make sure you're dialed-in before you go bombing those hills kiddies.
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