My first usenet post:


Subject: ElfQuest

Newsgroup: rec.arts.comics

Date: 1991-03-11 23:18:05 PST

I just went through the entire list of titles in the rec.comic thinger, and from that, I must assume there are no other screaming ElfQuest fans running around. I’m not a big comic reader, although I pick them up sometimes – ElfQuest is my downfall. Is there anyone else out there who’s with me????

I cringe, or something. :) There are simply some things that should not be recorded for posterity. :)

It is very frustrating to be unable to create what your insides want you to create.

I’m very good with words. I’m passable with drawing. I’m bearable with web design. I was good enough at photography to get both a scholarship and a professional job for it (although the linked stuff is nothing but snapshots and I don’t consider it to be Real Photography).

So why does it make my chest hurt with frustration when I look at or or JimFormation? (And why are virtually all the sites I admire designed by men?) Maybe it’s not the design. Maybe it’s the content. Maybe they’re doing something I want to be doing. Maybe this is related to the Web Design Weight Loss Plan. Maybe my tiny little brain thinks that if I could come up with the Perfect Design, I would suddenly have the content and projects and photographs that I envy at other sites.

Well, okay, I’m not lacking in content. It’s the projects (Fray, SF Stories, And the photographs. These are people I want to be like (even if Trip thinks the Fray is pretentious. He’s probably right. I’m not sure that’s the point, though. I think the point is that one way or another I find these sorts of people to be inspiring, but then I flail uselessly and fail to be inspired in any sort of *useful* direction).

I dunno. Maybe I need to work more extensively on On Your Left, which is currently malingering, as is every OTHER thing I should be working on. Including my novel.

In other words, get my head out of my ass and actively work on my stuff instead of making a lot of excuses. *wry look*

Yesterday I got sucked into Wil Wheaton’s website, which he actually maintains himself. I didn’t get sucked in for very long, because GreyMatter, which he’d been using to power his journal (and which I am now using) exploded sometime in the last … while, and so there were’t any obvious archives for me to go have my brain sucked out by. However, it was still really pretty entertaining. He’s a geek. He’s cute. I always liked him. *laugh* And I’ve learned from his disaster — I’ll try very hard to remember to make monthly backups of the site, just in case GreyMatter goes splat for me, too.

Speaking of which, Sarah is working on setting her page up as a GreyMatter page, too. Hee hee hee.

Last night I finished reading the Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones, and now I despair of ever being able to write anything that’s even vaguely worthwhile. Overall the books are worth reading individually; as a series, you must go read them Right Now. Man. I really liked them. Wah!

I would like to thank all of my very silly friends who have reminded me to back up my mail and other files from eskimo before Saturday. I have now done this. STOP REMINDING ME!


Okay, that didn’t suck. I just got email from Ri-Sean Miller, who is one of the other people listed at that I’d like to be in touch with besides Jim, so, okay, that didn’t suck. :) Anybody else wanna email me? :)