My bathroom smells weird
Maybe I should clean that thing.
Back to something
The (re)addition of some “useful” links to the top of the page is… uh… good. Minor tweaks here and there to style sheets, to the customization page (ie– no customization available for the time being), to the contact page (ie– the addition of my Yahoo IM account, making me the first kid on my block to exercise the full gamut of options in Proteus), and to some other shite. Happy hunting.
Ping ping
Despite myself, I’ve just set MT to ping weblogs.com and blo.gs whenever I update. Sooner or later I might open myself up to TrackBacks or Comments and I’ve even been looking at BlogRolling with some interest, but hey; one thing at a time. It would seem the world of weblogs has me ensnared.
Blogrolling is particularly interesting: a live, click–to–add link list that can be easily tracked and managed. The idea is sound enough, and it’s cool enough to warrant use, but I can’t bring myself to it. I feel like having a huge list of links down the side of my page would crowd things a little too much. I may have changed my title slug to “overopinionated overpunctuated. underinformed”, but “experiments in simplicity” is still close to my heart. Stupid neuroses.
I do, however, have something interesting planned in the “external linkage” department sometime soon: link mapping. I came upon the idea one day (I don’t plan to claim invention of the idea, since it’s likely already in use somewhere. Y’know… million monkeys on a million typewriters) when I wondered how I came upon a certain site. So I plan to present the relationships between my own bookmarked links visually… or something much like your average six degrees of separation. There are some long, long ancestries in there. For example: how did I get from Exploding Dog to the Misanthropic Bitch? There’s only one way to find out.
Supa
You might not be able to tell, since you can’t see me (and I’m being very cautious about my spelling right now), but I just sampled one of the finest beers in the world, and I’m a little… uh… pissed. When I say fine, of course, I don’t mean “high quality” but “highly intoxicating.”
Earlier tonight I drove down to the Nookenburra Liquor Barn for some Triple Sec, and ended up buying a little Skol Super for fun. This beer is nine–god–damned–percent; for those of you in the states (always have to do it differently, don’t you?) that’s 18 proof. This beer is like nothing else I’ve ever tasted — it’s a beer in which you can actually taste the alcohol. I’m stunned, and as I mentioned earlier, a little pissed. It’s only 9:30 and I feel like taking a nap… so I think I’d better step away from the blog before I embarrass myself.