March 26th, 2003

Self-Portrait 3

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I think I'll be best off if I start with something simple; blog on the left, secondary stuff on the right.

This seems to be a pretty standard layout:,,

Wil Wheaton's website has centered text with links on either side. Put's all the info in front of you, but maybe a little too busy? I do like the "read listen watch play" stuff, tho.

Blog on the left, archives and "RLWP" section at top on the right, small title at top of page, research links in the middle right, links to places I dig on at bottom. Sounds good for a start.
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Dreamjounal: Extra Crass Edition

Not one of the more... polite dreams I've ever had. Consider yourself warned.

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I woke up from this one giggling like a schoolgirl. Hell, I'm sitting here now laughing my ass off. Does that make me immature?

And by the way, the only reason I do this is because I don't usually remember my dreams beyond a general impression of "good, "bad", or "weird". I remember them vividly when I first wake up, but usually all the details have faded by the time I get to work. I only write them down in my journal when something about the dream makes it stick in my head. I don't know what it is that makes some of them stick and others fade away, but I figure maybe by writing them down and examining them, I'll get some ideas. So you don't have to read them if you don't feel like it. And I've got a suspicion that after this one I'll have some takers on that.
Self-Portrait 3

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Should I put up a picture of myself or not? I'm thinking not because (1) I don't want the whole world to know what I look like. To the best of my knowledge there's no pictures of me on the internet, and hopefully it'll stay that way; and (2) even if I didn't care about anybody knowing what I look like, there's not a single good picture of me in existence. No, wait, there's one. The picture Sarah took of me 20 minutes after I shaved my head for the first time is the only pic I've ever seen where I don't look like a goddamned Ugnaught. My own fault for being so damn ugly, I guess.