the new mt is doing something no other version has ever done for me -- make me feel stupid.
at one point i was going to start from scratch & recode all my templates because this blog is a *mess* of templates. a bad, bad mess. so it's been on my list of things to do when monkeys fly out of my butt.
got any preparation h?
i've elected to require typekey registration for comments.
don't be afraid.
it's okay.
actually until i update my templates, the comments seem broken.
it's okay.
really.
i'm sitting on the porch, typing this, because 802.11b wireless? they're giving the shit away. i mean literally. well almost literally, but pretty much, literally.
the internet's getting easier to face each & every day.
this is the first time i've even *seen* the internet in close to two weeks (i think) i lost track.
i'm not even really back yet but ... cable is *way* fast.
ok i have stuff to go do i'm still working up to where i can deal with the email. i haven't even looked yet. hold me i'm scared.
i know there is much catching up. right now it is a little too much.
i should write i should post i should blog dammit blog but what would i say if i did? i am unwilling to try & explain my life at this point (it would only confuse me) (or you, if there are any you's left who still come here) and i'm sure i have other things to say however this $2.50 per hour internet thang is seriously impeding the flow of whatever those other things might be. composing offline just isn't the same, there is something in the connection itself that is a conduit for the expression of any inspiration i may have on hand; disconnected, it seeks other outlets. it's revived my long-dormant semi-obsessive tendency to frequent the stationery aisles, impulsively purchasing more spiral notebooks & cool pens than i possibly need. i have also been up to my elbows in glitterpolish & crazy glue & discarded things, to the extent that the finished products are less decorative than they are an infestation of sparkly crap covering every flat surface everywhere.
another thing i can't seem to do offline, is code. i can download code with the intention to modify it & upload later, but when the modem clicks off, so does the part of my brain that had those great ideas for those cool modifications. i am perfectly capable of doing some pretty extensive shit with code & having it right the first time, it's not like the old days of testing wild guesses, all elebendy kabillion of 'em, before i had a working finished product, so i don't really *need* to be online like i did then. well, at least not for that reason. but i do, apparently, need to be online.
there are parts of my brain that are conditioned to work on a computer that is actively switching packets in the background. i can get as far as the first impulse to look something up, & it's over. i might not need the answer to continue, but the sheer fact of not being able to have that answer till i log back on ... ADD ... look! a shiny thing!
weeks. it will be a few more weeks, two-ish, until this business with the offlineness is resolved. until then, i am ... somewhere between a holding pattern, and a test pattern. i am something filling in spacetime until the real something happens.
& if & when the apocalypse comes, and i survive, you will find me holed up in an abandoned ISP with a case of red bull & a generator, working diligently day & night to get the connections back running. and i know others who are of the same mindset. i comfort myself with this, whenever i am forced to face the depth breadth & extent of my need. there are worse things to be dependent on, than a blast-proof packet switching network that connects me to a mind-bogglingly vast array of things. even if some of those things are parts of my self.
god i love the internet.
copied out of a text file of one of my notepad blogging adventures. have uploaded some cool pictures have many many many more in store for when i can be more online. which is to say not yet.
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right before i fell offline, i went a little nuts. i imported both kdblog databases and added some entries manually from the old surreally dreamlog. i tried to export my old blogger archives but the FTP kept failing and ... i haven't given up. i'm not sure why not, but i haven't. so. i had all this content and i wanted to manage it in an obsessive and totally superfluous fashion. i installed this MT plugin that generates yearly calendars and one that groups archive lists by year, making the date headers links to the calendars. i changed the archiving filenames so that they now publish to directories by month and year, placing the monthly archives as the index file in the month folders. if you go to dotlizard.com/2002/ you see the calendar. if you go to dotlizard.com/2002/03 yo see the monthly archive. since the entry title now determines the filename, i placed meta http refresh tags in all the old kdblog archives to forward directly to the page on dotlizard. i did the same thing with all my old archives here, so links will always go the same place. i completely redid the next/previous entry by category navigation. i had abandoned the weekly archiving, but i have now rewritten the PHP and it does list the weeklies in spelled out ordinal numbers, one through one hundred twenty nine at this point. it lives in a page preserved from the old bug design. i also installed the 'on this day' plugin and so the archives include links to entries from prior years.
i stopped myself before i adapted the six kdblog skins to work with these templates.
i had so much fun.
this covers the period from when i fell offline to ... who really knows. everything is relative, right? so. it's stuff i typed in a notepad window ... because.
i am currently AOLing at a cost of $2.50 per hour and sometimes my 'u' key doesn't work. um. is it my imagination or does aol 9.0 kind of not suck? it's possible it doesn't suck.
hold me i'm scared.
notepad blogging follows. but before you go there, might want to behold the madness. a song like no other song. inspiring comments like no other song by such a large margin.
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wow. the things you discover when there is no internet and there you are, disconnected, bereft of any bandwidth whatsoever, and i mean wtf? so anyway. wow.
you're going to have to learn some new bubble buddy moves if you're going to go to the ninth dimension and defeat the robomonkey.
if i'm lucky mr. talent will rub his tentacles on my art.
my brain. it's like a sponge. bob.
words words words. had some around somewhere. sure of it.
checked draft status, discovered it was an appropriate status for the words found there. shuffled through boxes cluttered with scribbled half-ideas, wondered why i've formed such an attachment to recyclables. words.
code now, code, i've written a shitload of that this past week. technically mostly completely frivolous however ... there is a reason. not an excuse. just a practical, resigned sort of reasonable accomodation i make for myself, though (i tell myself) i don't deserve it and can't afford it. the point is i find that i cannot discipline myself any more than my parents could after i hit the age of rebellion. i have that same unerring knack for taking an intractable stance against the unfairness (not getting what i want) and remain relentless until that changes.
and the fact is i've been yearning to geek out heavily, but i would not give myself the time. no, there was work to be done. work dammit work. so the stubbornness kicked in and what got done was nothing. i nagged and berated myself for this but nothing changed. (self-defeating spiral). i whined to friends and heard the same things i tell myself, didn't listen.
so finally i gave up. installed a comments system on the gallery, improved the stats considerably, and figured out how to make it do two thumbnails on every upload, one for the gallery one to include in the blog. at this point attempted to point my self at the work and in the process became obsessed with upgrading lizard radio with a flash mp3 player instead of the klunky old php/javascript/windows media dealy that only works in the evil browser. to accomplish this it was necessary to write a php script that pulls the playlist out of the mysql database and writes an xml file for the flash player to use.
so i did that.
i also decided i liked the little flashplayer so much that i wanted to use it locally. where there is no php. in order to make the playlist i had evil media do a search for mp3s, saved the playlist, discovered it was written in SMIL which is ... close enough. a little while later i'd turned that into XML and then and then i had to make the player prettier and now and now i am ... i have so many more things i want to do. i have discovered new and exciting uses for flash and also i will say that flash mx annoys the hell out of me i mean it's annoying how do i resist this?
i am sorry for the boring. i hadda do something man.
why i friggin' love google, chapter seventeen verse twelve:
entering a query for "tool - merkaba" & google returns this query, verbatim:
offtoseethelizard.com/index.php?view=uartist&what=tool
listing all the listings for the unique artist, tool. which is not precise, but still. they get my MySQL query. they get me. that rocks me.
so i'm wondering what will be the 700th lyric. who will decide? will it be you? do you get me darlin'?
