Archive for 10/15/2000 - 10/19/2000
10/19/2000 Where's the beef?
So, I was hoping to have something worthwhile to present to the world
on this page. So far the Muse hasn't given me any insight. Hopefully at
some point that will change, but for now I doubt it. So maybe I'll just
rant on. Maybe I'll even invite
people to send me their rants. I've found that venting anger and frustration
seems to work better when there's someone on the receiving end who can
appreciate what you're going through. Who knows, maybe someone on the other
side of the screen will empathize with you. Maybe it'll be me. So anyway
send me your rant of the day, and I'll toss it up here. Let the world know
that you're mad as hell and you're not gonna take it anymore!
Besides, I'm bored, and I need something to read. Had fun tonight with
Mich
and some friends trying to fix her old Sega Mastersystem. Brought back
some nostalgic memories, not only of classic video games, but also of long
late-nite IRC sessions with
interesting people. Oh yeah, I have a Bio page now,
dedicated to my boring life. w007! I guess the main rants page is coming
next. Stay tuned for further developments. 3 Doors Down is cool and whatnot.
10/18/2000 When it rains, it pours
One thing I hate about Troy is the weather. The ratio of sunshine to
rain / thunderstorm / snowstorm / etc. around here is about as bad as the
female / male ratio at RPI. It's even more noticable when you live in an
old, somewhat worn house like mine. As if I don't already have the odds
stacked against me with everyone at work getting sick, but guess who decides
to pay a vist...
That's right, Old Man Leaky! And the best part is, it's right over my bed.
Going to start bugging the landlord to fix it soon.
10/16/2000 Where do we go now, sweet child of mine?
Now that I've had a moment to collect myself, I guess I'll start putting
some actual stuff on this page. First off, some history of this site. It
all began back in 1996, my freshman year at RPI. I started running my personal
homepage, at the time called "Ronin^^'s Realm," my first ever attempt at
a webpage. It basically just said, "Hi, I'm a student," and was void of
content or regular updates. Because I'm a dull person and I didn't have
much time back in the day. But now that I'm done with school, I have a
little more time free, so I intend to use it by creating a virtual presence.
What will the presence be like? Probably a lot like me; cynical, mocking,
rebellious, and whimsical. All wrapped up in one neat little package. What
will it feature? Probably a lot of ranting about the ills of modern society,
a UO looter cam (still in the works), links to stuff that I like, my bio
and resume, stuff about my life, friends, and work, maybe even my own cheapass
webcam. I'll probably start slow and see how things go.
What to start with, I'm thinking either bio or rant. Bio would take
too long for an opener, so let's go with the rant. Why is it that people
will tailgate you on the highway, seemingly because they want you to drive
faster (as if 75 isn't fast enough), and then when you get a chance to
change lanes and give them the opportunity to pass you and drive however
fast they want, they just keep the same pace? Or sometimes, they even jump
behind you and continue to ride your ass? Does it give them some kind of
protected feeling, like they can't get pulled over because they're just
keeping up with traffic?
Expect to see a bio in the next day or two. Or maybe even tonight. Napster
rocks.
10/15/200 Initial Drunken Rambling
So I finally graduated, and as a result lost the pithy webpage on my
student account. And here I am, finally using the Geocities account that
I've had since freshman year, but had never previously used. Ah, smell
the fresh disk space! Heh. So, you're probably wondering, Who is
this babbling loonie, and what is his site about? Once I figure it out,
you'll be the first to know. Until then, have an oblink to the lovely Mich,
as I finish off my bottle of BoDean's Twisted Tea and think of something
else to use to fill this space.
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