musings

You know, I can’t think of a verdict that would have pleased me more.

Well, that was neat. I’m referring, of course, to The Great Blackout of 2003. The wave of cursing across the office was amusing, at first. We all thought we’d tripped the mains (our office is desperately underpowered, and we’re tripping breakers on a weekly basis). Then the power never came back. I thought “Great! I’ll go home and do …. damn. Nothing”. It’s an amazing realization, that virtually everything I ever want to do requires electricity. Everything seems back to normal now, I’m happy to say.

I now know why the snazzy custom blogger that Binary Goddess sent me didn’t work. My web host doesn’t do PHP. So, I think I’ll stick with this template for now, and I’ll consider moving to Movable Type or LiveJournal or something. Maybe a homebrew solution. I don’t particularly like the fact that my blogs are stored on somebody else’s server, but Blogger did what I wanted – it was a fast and easy way to get my thoughts published somewhere.

XianMrtyr‘s latest LiveJournal entry describes his strange death-robot filled dreams. He says “My long-running obsession with the effects of technology on identity is resolving itself in my sleep.”


I think he just listens to too much Front Line Assembly.


(I’ve been there.)

The beautiful and talented Binary Goddess kindly donated a snazzy custom blogger template, which I utterly failed to get to work. In the process, I managed to pooch the Hell out of my old template (archives no longer showed up on the main page), so until I get some help from her, I’ve switched to this drab, pea-soup green template, because it was the only sample template that had a colour scheme that didn’t make my eyes bleed. I mean, black on white is fine for the printed page, but I don’t REALLY need to be bathed in the glow of monitor wash. Does the fact that I hate black text on white background just mean I’m a cranky old codger?