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The Thirty-First of December - traditionally, a time of change, a time for a new start, a time to make resolutions. Define the next year by creating specific differences in your lifestyle, list the new ways you are going to lead your life. Me? I'm not sure; my life is pretty happy the way it is. Maybe I'll make 2002 the year of "Derek Does The Dishes After Every Meal." Or, maybe 2002 will be the year of "Derek Throws Out Some Of The Crap Filling The Storage Closet." I tend to make changes when they need to be made...it's the little things I need to make resolutions for.
That idiot Jason Kottke didn't like Titan A.E. Oh, come on - what did he expect? Too much anime has tainted his tastebuds, probably; it has made him "too cool" for things. Kottke's too cool for a lot of things, it seems.
11111001111 has moved. You probably didn't notice; I wrote a redirection script for the old site, so you probably made it here with no intervention whatsoever. Groovy, huh?
I've got a shelf of these books, but now I can make my own covers!
Derek Recommends:
activity: Do-it-yourself car repair
Daily Condition:
listening to: the phantom machinery noise from another apartment
my condition: Depressed at the loss of some amazingly creative stuff. Such is digital art; ones and zeros - either something is, or it is not. / ~lifeof/, unfortunately, is no longer.
This space will be moving soon. Now that I own a domain and pay for a website, I may as well migrate everything else to that same space. Prohosting is unintentally forcing the move by destroying some of the work I am most proud of, so blacksunn.net will be the new home of everything shortly. The Receipt Site will be the only one not to move, due to the broad permeation of it's URL. I Am... has already moved into its new home; Voices needs to be rebuilt from scratch, since all of my transcriptions were done live on the site. Compaint will recreate itself (it's the nature of how it works), and my personal site will get its own directory.
Ah, Google has decades worth of Usenet articles online and searchable now. Just taking a quick look at Usenet from my 10 years online, I find that I was just as dumb as I am now :) However, I completely forgot that I regularly read alt.gothic and alt.vampyre, and that I was an active participant in the OS/2 forums. It seems to me that all my posts are not present, but that's to be expected given the distributed nature of Usenet.
Strangely, there are messages which do not appear to be from me, but yet I'm shown as the poster. Was Derek hacked once upon a time?
A couple days ago, I emailed Wil Wheaton to ask if he has been to my WalMart Receipt site. He said no, so I put up two posts, one on the Receipt Site and one on Backwash. It never really occured to me that Wil might actually READ it (he's gone this far without visiting my sites), but I got to thinking: There's a lot of crap out there about what people think of me, but what would Wil think about me reacting to his email in a public forum? In his email, responding to a comment I made about his fame, he wrote:
"As to your question, I don't know what the "famous" people do, because, even when I was "famous" (hate that word), I never thought of myself that way.
I'm a bus-riding, line-waiting, star-struck-when-I-met-Cake guy, just like everyone else. "
Well, yeah, it sounds like a canned response (if I met Cake, they'd go "now what's your name again?", something Wil probably doesn't have to worry about), but he IS just a guy, probably no different than all the actors/models/singers/dancers I worked with in college. So, what gives me the right to pick on him? He probably puts up with crackpots on a daily basis, just like me (you wouldn't believe how much email the Receipt Site generates), but here I'm cracking jokes about Wil being normal, being a member of the 90% of society who hasn't seen my Site. So, Wil, if you actually watch your logs and track me down, don't sweat it - and you probably won't, because you're used to being picked on for the Wesley Crusher thing - because I mean you no harm. You actually sound pretty cool, so if you're ever in Fargo, drop me a line, we'll go out for a drink or something.
Daily Condition:
in CD player: nothing, dammit -- it's broken.
my condition: I was out drinking the past two nights, and now I'm tired, ill, and achy. I'm getting old.
my employer's intranet newsletter did a story about the work I'm doing with the Lincoln Elementary Chess Club. used without permission, but I can't link to the intranet externally)
Derek Is Reading:
Spacehounds of the IPC by E.E. "Doc" Smith
Daily Condition:
in CD player: soundtrack to Command & Conquer: Tiberian Sun
my condition: bored, bored, bored.
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