I'm thinking... I'm thinking of turning my links page into a FFAL deal. I'm not sure. It would make adding/changing links easier for me, but would it be too presumtuous on my part to think anybody else would bother? I don't know. I'm in Confusion.
I don't know if I mentioned it here... probably not. Yaoiville.org (not related to my .com site) is going to be my personal haven, the core of which lies Bryony. Mind you, both are under construction, but there's this nice counter service at Bryony that came out pretty good. I wish I'd made the program, but, C'est la vie.
I did make one simple perl program. It's a variation of those drinking games you may or may not have seen around the net. Basically, a person can add their own 'drink if...' to the page. Strips html, leadding whitespace, trailing whitespace, rejects blank submissions, and (and this was the pain in my arse to get to work) rejects duplicate entries.
So it's simple. So it's not elegant. Considering the only way I can learn is piecing online tuts together, I think it's an accomplishment.
::sigh:: I want to be able to do more. I'd like to be able to sit for hours at my computer and produce something that give real meaning to the term 'interactive'. Maybe one day, it's just... slow in coming.
And that guy is here. Of course, I shouldn't expect anything different. Oh beat me with a rotten Italian sausage if I should think things would ever freakin' change.
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And in the time it took to type that, my maternal unit has suceeded in annoying me to high-heaven and ruining my day. And she didn't lay a hand on me or yell at me or anything that would outwardly appear negative...
Memorial day. Usually, (if you give half a rat's ass), you wind up at some kind of gathering, (or the gathering comes to you), and there's some kind of food, usually of the barbeque variety.
We're no different, (though personally, I'd rather celebrate it with a bottle of Everclear and a chocolate shake right now). So there's barbeque in the kitchen. Mom comes in and asks to borrow something, (this time my adapter, so I can't listen ot music right now except through my comp). She gave me a test piece earlier, (I'm her guinea pig, apparently), and I had yet to get rid of the plate from my room. She then remarks that she hoped that wasn't the breast, (because her memory sucks ands he forgot she'd tested a piece on me). I reminded her that was what she asked me to try, then questioned the sudden off-limits of this mysterious chicken breast. To which she (jokingly, but I'm not fucking laughing) replied, "Well, you have enough breast, don't you?"
First off, I know this means that piece is obviously for 'her man'. Second, yes, I do have a large bosom (Somewhere between DD and E, last time I checked, anyway). Does that mean I should be the butt of someone's stupid jokes? And should said joke come from my own mother?
I need out. I need out of here so bad I'd almost consider killing for it. out... out... out... out... out. Just out.
I'm going to lay down now. I was working on something, but I just want to lock myself in and pretend I'm an orphan for a few hours.
