Archives for September 2000

i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page…

In a disturbing turn of events, in my own special way i conform to points #1, 2, 4-7, 9, 12, & 13 on the previously referenced list
of things i am expected to do while evolving as a blogger. [please take a moment to admire the dead simple but very fun background color change app] And i am adamantly resisting #11, which is “Discovers crack cocaine– er, Sitemeter.” I am already obsessed with reading and analyzing the day to day stats of Shafted, and as much as my narcissistic ass hits this page a counter would not be in any way beneficial. But, i might change my mind tomorrow.

Blogger is obviously a gateway drug. And didn’t i recently say something about stopping to question your own evolution? Obviously delirium is taking over…

Ultra super major bonus points to Blogger for going down for the count around 6am as i was posting new writing which i didn’t save elsewhere. Don’t you love that feeling of losing 15 minutes of great work, never to be seen again? Oh well, at least i finally went to sleep a few hours afterward…

I never used to like Ezis, and i’ll be the first to admit it. While he was the darling linkee (and at a point, hostee) of shazbot (a former incarnation of my beloved shafted), his mix of occasional logging and rampant abuse of aolIM to suss out the biggest idiots in the universe simply didn’t entertain me. However, he paid me the ultimate compliment of liking my site even after i dissed his at length. Since then i’ve gotten to like him a bit better, and i even pay tribute to him by posting my more amusing chats here. Today is Ezis‘s site’s 1yr anniversary (counting all incarnations). Give him the gift of hits.

Every so often i remember some obscure moment from my childhood, much like the story from 1st grade posted below. Often i am struck by the desire to record each one as i recall it, in case it should be irretrievably lost soon thereafter. Those quirky little moments are what makes me who i am, i suppose. And i’m sure that i lose one every day.

I’ve noticed that a lot of the e/n community has gone through growing pains this summer. Whole domains have gone down, madly respected sites have fallen in shambles, and crowd favourites have began to question their reason’s for existence. Having been caught up in one such debacle already, i can safely say that contemplating everything from your raison d’etre to your belly button lint doesn’t help the situation any. That was exactly the place where i tried to impose my personal perception of a whole genre of sites onto one site, and it backfired. For me at least. I found that i became totally irrelevant to shafted, no matter how amusing my posts were. I’m trying to get back to being a useful part of the posting community now, but the damage i contributed by my lengthy diatribes might be irreparable. I hope not. Anyhow, now another one of my perennial favourites, Illegal Op, seems to be having a few growing pains of its own. I think that’s inevitable for any site that boasts over a dozen people each posting about their lives on a daily basis. In the case of e/n change is good. The sites that aren’t soley composed of juvenile penis humour and porn are few and far between, and it hurts to see them start to crumble under their own reflective weight. It’s only when you stop to question your evolution that you become extinct.