Truths of Old

Bumbling along on the internet, as one does (link, to link, to link...) I blundered into a whole chain of superb Singaporean blogs written by hot chicks. Well, they were linked from someone else's blog, who in turn was linked by Mr Miyagi and the two blokes were pretty damn good themselves. Only not as hot.

Cough.

Now, understand that the heat of the chick has nothing to do with re-minisce's hatching of this post. okay?

In fact almost none of them had their pictures up which was a major blow to re-minisce's libido.

anyhow, considering how many of them there were and how lazy re-minisce is in real life (I blog lying flat on my bed. yay me.) it'd take forever and a couple of quick bucks (BUCKS) from the hot chicks for me to link them. okay, maybe just a free meal.
Rest assured that next time I painfully and laboriously attempt to recall my random cyber journey (now did I turn left at mr miyagi's or right. eww how did i end up at this gay porn site) I will post their links, one by sodding one. Isn't there a quicker and less painful way of posting links other than editing the template? there must be a script for this...

One of the hot chicks astute female writers wrote this piece :

To which my honest answer, as a full-fledged (I think) male, um even if slightly defective is -

NIIIIIIIIIGHT
night night night

niiiight.

Night. geddit...

nig ht.

ougha.

niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

yeah. (wipes sweat off brow)

night.

*****
Alice, upon browsing to the Stars and Moon site and apparently realising that re-minisce has some aptitude (though not much) with html customisation of templates, asked (translate : whinged) me why this blog has no archive and is all one long post.

Alice, you see is on dialup. snicker. which means she has to wait for ALL the text (verbal diarrhoea I concede to. Not eating enough veggies) to load, and then ALL the graphics (which aren't inline. hee) before she regains control of her browser. Ah, good old pentium IIIs, wave of nostalgia.

It struck me that some of you don't quite... get it.

So I'm going to write for what must be the ten-thousandth time (maybe I should permalink this post) that I'm not writing these pages for you! I'm writing them for me. You guys are an unfortunate by-product of the write-effect, performing unnecessary read actions and slowing down my throughput. err whatever that means.

Most of the pieces here are what I think, and feel about, well the things that pop into my head. It's pretty evident to me that I have some form of flight of ideas. Better stay off the drugs or I'll turn into a raving schizo.

I'll admit that the odd comment is pleasant enough, but truth is I'd still write even without.

I'll confess to owning a hit meter (it's at the bottom of the page) but to be honest I use that as a tracker. Helps me identify and trace the colourful individuals who leave intellectual comments like "the rest of the assholes here who agree with your bullshit are just followers: people who think that you appear to be smart just because u use big words and all, and think that if they agree with you, then they will belong to the smart genre too. I laugh". Well, it must be intellectual, since I can't make head or tail of it. I can only understand stupidspeak see.

Having acquired precise fixes on their geographical locations, am now considering posting heartfelt thank-you presents. Google-search for "anthrax" has been rather disappointing thus far.

(Fact: The only people I'd follow are girlies with nice-smelling pheremones. pant. Err I mean, can't be arsed. Don't want nany either, makes getting outta the house inconvenient.)

I kinda miss the old days when blogging was fresh and novel, and heck even the internet was nearly-virgin (waves walking stick about, cough, wheeze) for that matter. People wrote (well, I remember it this way anyhow) for the sake of writing, not for the sake of readership, or being l33t, or... "owning" people.

We left comments freely on each other's blogs without fear of being labelled (blea. sticks out tongue) "fans" or... god forbid, "followers" (mental image, large cohort of armed pugilists in quest of the holy crouching potato drunken armadillo manual).
We read and exchanged ideas, not insincere compliments.

Ah, good days, good days. I kinda miss geocities. (not. damn microsoft frontpage to hell... rubbishy uncustomisable code.)

Things were changing by the time I moved to blogger, some err three? years ago. Or was it two. Lot more teeny-bopper comments popping up, pleasant enough I'll warrant but slightly insubstantial (ur blog rocks! l33t! and all sorts of other strange comments about geology.)

Err, in case anyone is wondering, I didn't actually delete those early comments. I migrated from halocrap to enutnation which is probably buggier, but at least doesn't threaten to devour all my archived comments unless I pay them money. Courtesy of xena :)

'sides some of those teens were hot chicks. cough.

Being the slightly s l o w kinda guy I am (I got me first mobile phone last year! yay me.) I'm probably still stuck in the oh-so-passe write-for-the-sake-of-writing mode. I'm sure I'll get around to the mediawhore/cool-obsessed thingie eventually.
There's a reason I picked "re-minisce" yknow. If I could only remember what it was...

There's also a reason for the clunky layout, and the drab colour scheme.

It's how I learnt my "basic" html. I put a lot of effort into stripping away all the fancy features.

Archiving? Pah! I wonder if it's possible to turn it ALL into one looong post that will screw up most people's browsers? Hell yeah!

Can I make the sidebar load before the main body? tap. tap. KICK. HA.

RED? WHO USES RED AS A DEFAULT TEMPLATE. blue, it must be blue. hey brown looks kinda nice...

Piccy Profile? Pah. Only for pansies and girlies.

Fast, commercialised blogger (Personally, I think blogger sucks. But I'm not brave enough to make the move anywhere else. bravenet looks kinda nice...) comments? Pah!! (although currently considering taking up blogger's offer to make money from my site by posting ads.)

Pretty backgrounds? PahPahPah!!!

Looks at all the spittle on the floor. oops.

In short, this blog displays the way I want it to, on my own computer.

And it reads the way I want it to.

And I have broadband so the slow-load doesn't bug me. Looks pointedly at Alice. Snk snk snk...

Yeah. My thoughts. Mine.

You guys can go get your own. Write them down, sure. I don't mind. Even the wannabe-nasty stuff. Gives me the odd chuckle.

Me, I like them words.

I like (some) other people's words too. Hence the links down the side. Good vintages, some of them. Err not saying they're old mind. (backpeddle. Beware the iron shod toecaps of the Sherpardess)
Nice-looking too. heh heh.