Art Attack Central
Fixing stuff, myself included…
Web/Blog Rings?
I’ll admit it; I’ve spent the morning joining rings of various kinds. Why would I do something like that? Well… I want to pump up the volume. Oh, and by the way, if you’re not spending your time joining rings you should be googlewacking.
Pump up the volume?
You know, increase traffic, as in go directly to da testzone, do not pass go, do not collect $200. In other words, I’d like to see some comments on these rants. So just go ahead, and say something for god’s sake, or your sake, or my sake! I know you’re out there. What are you thinking about as you lurk in the surf? Which waves are crashing on your beach? Maybe I should start a ring called “Soup to Nuts” or “URLzone.” Yeah, URLzone I like that, wonder if it’s already a .com?
“When they discover the center of the universe, a lot of people will be disappointed to discover they are not it.”
–Bernard Bailey
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NOT Intuitive?
It appears both the Love Testing Machine and the Psychic Revealer are not as intuitive to use as I thought they were. A friend of mine, yesterday did not know to click on the heart to get the love answer, and didn’t know to click on the tiny quivering ball to get the truth out of the Psychic. So I’ve got to do some reworking of a couple of the flash files and/or include some instructions on the first few frames. Maybe I could just include brief instructions directly under the links.
Why are you telling us this?
So if you go there today you’ll have some idea what to do if you’re one of “those people” without a clue. Actually, it’s probably only those people without a clue that would be using “da machine”, or asking the psychic to reveal the truth. And just what is the truth on any given day varies from one moment to the next. Maybe that’s what lies are – variations of the truth at any given moment. After all a diplomat is a gentlemen who lies in the interest of his country.
Do you have any idea what you’re talking about?
Yes and no, and that’s because, I’ve given it a lot of thought, the moment that is. How many questions are there to which you could answer yes and no? You don’t [no]? I’ve found it slides more easily when you can yes, but it’s helpful to include no in your repertoire nonetheless. After all if you can never say no, how much is your yes worth? And speaking of worth, is it worth your while (whatever that means?) to be reading this at all? Worthwhileness, don’t you find that an odd word? I do. How do you rate the worthwhileness of something?
Is blogging worthwhile?
Are you a blog writer, or a blog reader, or both? Do you write for your own pleasure, or do you write for an audience? We don’t ask if we read for an audience, unless you’re a proof reader, reading is a solitary pleasure without question. You’ll have to answer your own question; for me it’s definitely worthwhile so that’s a resounding yes and not no.
“No legacy is so rich as honesty.”
–William Shakespeare
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Psychic Revealer
She has finally arrived and now lives on the right side of the page with the Love Testing Machine. Go ahead ask the Psychic Reavealer a question; her identity and answers will surprise you. By the way, if you don’t like the answer ask her again or ask her something else; she has many answers for the curious.
Why should I ask her anything?
What you know everything already? I think not; however, if you’re the type of person who has all the answers would you please send me an email, or leave a comment with a few hints as to where the answers to everything might be found. On the other hand, as Maurice Sendak said, “there must be more to life than having everything.” The quote comes from my all time favorite book in the world “Higglety Pigglety Pop! or There Must be More to Life.”
“We can try to avoid making choices by doing nothing, but even that is a decision.”
–Gary Collins
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“Pure and Simple Truth”
as Oscar Wide said “…is rarely pure and never simple.” True today may = false tomorrow.
Duh…what else is [knew]?
Okay, so I came from the planet Zerronack and everything there is chicken soup and beetle nuts. The chicken soup keeps you healthy and the beetle nuts keep you high and wise beyond your years. High on the top of Mount Tulips (two lips) we drank the soup and munched the nuts. At no time did we see the natural inhabitants of the forest trying to carve from rock or wood, sculpt from mud or otherwise create in any shape or form Mr. Peanut. However, a small replica of the Elizabeth City skyline made from melted M&Ms (without the nuts) was found at the summit. Our adventure was cut short by the honorable Mr. Potatoehead when he discovered upon closer inspection of the Jersey skyline replica the initials of his recently departed wife Ms Potatoehead quite clearly etched on the side of one of the tiny oil refineries. All of Mr. Potatoehead’s eyes brimmed with tears of joy and wonderment as he threw his cast shadow between the chocolate Elizabeth City and the morning sunrise.
Did Mr. Potatoehead save Elizabeth City?
Absolutely! The replica can be seen today; it resides at the M&M museum in Princeton New Jersey. Ms Potatoehead’s initials are barely visible with the naked eye, but with careful inspection using a magnifying glass they are still discernible.
“Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.”
–Anonymous, but Possibly Mr. Potatoehead
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Things Not Forgotten
Okay… I haven’t forgotten the soon to be unveiled Psychic Revealer I promised you on 1/20/2002; she’s still in the works. And two, I haven’t given up on figuring out a blogsnob/pyRad type of exchange for the Testzone either. However, after the fiasco with apache and trying to configure my new ISP so that I could stay online for more than five seconds, I’m a little bit leery about entering the PHP realm and, I think I’ll try to set it up with javaScript instead. But, then again I do want to learn PHP so you’ll just have to wait and see what comes up on that one.
Are you really an internet junky?
I said yesterday that I was without question. So why are you questioning me?
How bout, are you content being an internet junky?
I’ve got to ask myself the question, whether or not I’m shutting out the “real world” by spending so much time online? And then if the answer is yes, question two = do I really want to shut out the “real world?” and if the answer to question two = yes, I’d better rewrite the pseudo code in such a way that I’m forced to deal more directly with the variables in my data field.
Are you a computer?
While most questions require a simple yes or no, 1 or 0, on or off, I fail to see the logic in your reasoning. Therefore, I must inform you that your particular kind of logic has produced an infinite loop. Since all our available memory is now going in circles, we’ll just have to see the psychic about that! Stayed tuned for her infinite wisdom.
“The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
–Oscar Wilde
“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing.”
–Socrates
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Back on Track
There’s nothing like going cold turkey on your internet connection! If I ever questioned whether or not I was an internet junky, there’s no question anymore. I’d probably make a good candidate for the hard wiring humans to computers project. Part of my connection problem was due to my fooling around with apache http software (see Mental Prosthesis 1/26/2002). I uninstalled it this morning, and finally my previously unstable connection is now firmly rooted in cement boots. I can now stomp around in the way I’ve become accustomed to, which is having at least two browsers open with multiple windows of each, a couple of notepad files going, an image manager/viewer, and my ftp program running.
What’s else is going on?
“No rest for the weary.” It seems everything breaks at once. The bolt lock on my front door decided yesterday that it would no longer drop the bolt. So today means being a locksmith, or at least someone handy with a screw driver, and twenty twenty vision. I changed the lock myself about five years ago, but like everything else you don’t do on a regular basis you forget the procedure, and this operation does not come with dialogue boxes. The instructions that come with the lock will be the size of something Stuart Little could read with a magnifying glass. Much cussing will be required to understand what they mean even after deciphering the tiny print. Perhaps I should try reading the instructions while in the car as that’s where I do my best cussing.
Are you one of those people with road rage?
Not really, but I do metamorphose from type B to type A as soon as I turn the ignition switch. This is not pretty; there is no butterfly in this story. If you’re driving in front of me, do not drive as SUV, truck or a van, because I need to see five cars ahead of me so I can plan accordingly, because (a) my car is small and I can’t see over you, and (b) I don’t trust you to see what’s up ahead. When you take into account the number of SUVs, trucks and vans on the road, you get the picture: me tensely gripping the wheel, brow fiercely knitted, and words no mother wants to hear.
“The basis of optimism is sheer terror.”
– -Oscar Wilde
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