PS: Newly discovered thought for the day: A Four-Letter Word by Sars.
So today, I taught some classes, which generally entailed giving students reassurances of how much they knew and pretending I knew all three books I'd taught them inside out, even though I hadn't touched one of them in almost a year. I also spent a good deal of time surfing the internet. I love surfing the internet. I go through phases of being phenomenally addicted to it, then hating the very sight of a web browser (and no, it's not just IE that brings out this side of me), and right now I'm in addict-mode. I blame it firmly on my International Relations class, which gets me all excited about interpreting current international affairs by applying all the theories we're studying -- but if you ask my husband, he'll tell you I've been addicted to the internet for as long as he's known me. Heck, we had some of our best conversations over ICQ in the early days.
Again, with the digression. Bah.
After school, my delightful husband picked me up, dutifully interrupting an impromptu college counselling session with one of my students. Fortunately, she was easy-going enough that she didn't care that he parked himself right next to us and proceeded to interrupt us appropriately whenever he could bring up his alma mater. (I'm a college/guidance counselor in my high school -- a shocking number of our students apply to US universities.) After I was done with her, the husband and I met my aunt/insurance agent at the bank to do some boring adult foo, then went for coffee, during which she again inadvertently depressed me with these exorbitant calculations as to how much money one needs to save now in order to have sufficient money for retirement in fifty years' time (assuming you die at 82). I tell you, someone's calculator must be broken because these numbers just can't be true.
That's too depressing to think about. Happy thoughts: we bought a printer that now resides on my computer table because there's no room on Terz's for it. It's a Canon LBP-810 and it's the standard computer hue of white-gray. It was a spontaneous purchase, which means I'll regret it when I evaluate my finances on the eve of the next payday, but we've been putting off getting one since we moved here two years ago. All we have to do is find another low bookshelf so that we can rearrange some stuff in this computer room, and we'll have space to set up the scanner as well. Check back with us in about a year regarding this -- my husband and I are both equally procrastinatory about things.
Post-printer-purchase, I returned home and designed this journal website, which made me late for my 8 pm appointment, which made me late getting home here, but now this is done and I can go to bed. I'm dutifully taping Gilmore Girls for G (hello, London boy!) and will watch it tomorrow; it's the episode after Lorelai's ex-boyfriend aka father-of-her-beautiful-perfect-daughter shows up and I have a feeling he is going to irritate me a lot. Get back with Luke, you foolish Lorelai!
But I'm starting to sound like MightyBigTV so I will STOP NOW thank you. Goodnight!
"A diary is like a person's most private place! I... You don't even know what I
was writing about!"
-- Buffy, "Angel"
So I decided I should keep a journal.
I also decided that it should be uber-low maintenance, because anything requiring additional coding or debugging or even imagination on my part --- and God knows I have really no aptitude for any of the above --- would mean that this journal would never make it beyond an idea that exists on my hard drive. So I'm not even making a graphic for the banner frame above [Ed: Obviously that top frame *shudder* no longer exists in this incarnation] and thank God for Dreamweaver and its preset framesets.
I furthermore decided -- in the spirit of all things BtVS-inspired on my website -- to hunt up an old quote from the first season of BtVS which rather accurately sums up the paradoxical nature of web journals, even though it was written in 1997, viz.:
Nevertheless, here we are in an age where online journals are thriving across the uncontrollable vastness of the web.
The main reason I'm keeping this journal is because I know loads of people who do and I feel I ought to return them the favor. We'll see how it takes.
PS: The reason this is not a LiveJournal is that I'm already paying for my own domain name, so I might as well have my own private site. Besides, LiveJournal is frankly too successful for its own good -- which means that most of the time when I try to read my friends' pages (paid or free), the server doesn't respond. Best wishes to LJ in its upgrading of servers and best wishes to me in my attempt at writing with the consistency of my LJ friends.
Tym [Ed: Okay, I used to sign off with my real name, but I don't with Tym Blogs Too, so I'm going to edit all references thereof to 'Tym'.]
who signs off with her real name because she's not planning to publicize this page, so if you're not actually a friend of hers and wound up reading some of this garble anyways, please drop her a line [Ed: Email address removed to elude spamdevils] so she knows and can marvel further at the power of the Internet. (Not even at a journal entry yet, and I'm already talking about myself in the third person.)