OK, so I started to go to bed two hours ago, and now it's 11:30 and I'm still not there. I don't want to go to bed because I don't want to get up in the morning. The night feels like it's mine. The day does not. This BLOG will take the place of my former "15 Minute a Day Writing Exercise" and will allow me to write and rant from more places than even my handy laptop did.
My Website (I've been working on it all day) is ugly. I just spent a couple of hours poking around at low-bandwidth (56K modem, connected at 40K), looking at websites that were stunning! Maybe I'm too old to write like they do. Maybe I won't ever sound mysterious, and sound so smart I'm elusive. With good graphics, we're all elusive and full of mystery.
I hate html editors (all the ones I have, at least), and I hate programs that try and hold my hand. Between the editor and the file system and the http server and the ftp file-transfer protocol and the Operating system on the server (wherever and whatever it happens to be) it becomes impossible to place a freaking period where you want it. Front Page and Netscape Editor have mutually interacting bugs. FP wants to strip out relative references, Netscape wants to take out those stupid FrontPage widgets, like nav buttons. And Netscape doesn't like the spaces between words. It mostly happens in href tags, but seems to happen in text as well. I'm going back to notepad.
I have to go to bed or I'll look like hell at work tomorrow... I have to write a new poem tomorrow. It will be entitled "There's a reason" and it's been rattling around in my head for days. It will win the Slam for me.