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Thursday, April 24, 2003
Well, this is weird. People have actually been visiting my website. I figured they wouldn't, because there's no links on the index page; you'd think that would dissuade them. But no, people have actually found my subdirectories via search engines. Whaddaya know. Not even trying to list them on Yahoo! or anything. (I've gotten a few blog hits already, which is cool, since I've only been here for, um, a day.) My goal is to have enough content to receive hits from searches that I can submit to Disturbing Search Requests. (I found it via Weird Links, which J. directed me to after he spent a bored afternoon surfing it at work.) Question of the day: Do they call it web-surfing in places where they aren't near oceans? Is it web-skiing in Austria, or web-canoeing in the Amazon? (Do they use canoes in the Amazon?) (Come to think of it, there probably aren't many people using the Web in the Amazon.) [ at 3:47 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] Belated I should have mentioned yesterday that it was Shakespeare's birthday. (And death day.) Actually, I should probably put death day first, since that's the one we have a confirmed date for. We don't know his exact birthday, but it was around April 23, so it's convenient to put birth and death on the same day. Just occurred to me that it was the 10th anniversary of the Shakespeare B-day celebration with Amanda. I feel a slight catch in my throat thinking about that, but not much of one. I thought it would be different then; but who didn't think that, when they were a high school senior? (Especially one in an undiagnosed hypomania.) Sigh; I can never live up to the potential I thought I had. I guess the difference was back then I had so much potential, and thought I could achieve it; now I've passed the point where you have potential, and I'm not sure what I can achieve. Middling middle-class-dom, I guess. But whatever my personal history, it's Shakespeare I think of most on that day.
(If you would like the complete works of Shakespeare online, go here. If you would like them in Russian, go here. I'd post a quote, but Blogger seems to have trouble with Unicode.) [ at 11:27 AM • by Abby • permalink • ] Wednesday, April 23, 2003 Bugs So I go to feed the mice last night, open the door to the mouse room, and turn on the lights. And three cockroaches scatter in the doorway. Huge cockroaches. Huge black cockroaches. Naturally, I do what any self-respecting 21st-century adult woman would do*: scream at the top of my lungs and flee down the hallway, yelling "Bugs bugs bugs bugs bugs!" J., downstairs at the time, said "Screaming doesn't make you safer." But he came upstairs to kill the bugs while I huddled in the bedroom. He really rousted the room - opened drawers, moved furniture, the whole deal. And he reported that he killed three cockroaches. Hopefully that was all of them. I took a Xanax and a half and watched the Tonight Show until I settled down; then upstairs and to bed. I am not merely a bug wimp. I am bug-phobic. Oh well. At least I don't live in a society where I have to eat them. (Well, unless I go on Fear Factor.) *Sarcasm. I'm sure there are women who can handle cockroaches. I'm not one of them. [ at 3:33 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] Mnogaya l'eta... (We'll see about Unicode later...) [ at 12:28 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] For once upon a raw and gusty day... I've almost got this working. FTP=Frickin' Terrible Process. [ at 12:23 PM • by Abby • permalink • ] Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more! That's how I always test a pen, so why not this? [ at 11:12 AM • by Abby • permalink • ] |
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