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.: Wednesday, July 06, 2005 :.
He's kind of like a forty year old guy thats just discovered the internet. In a few month's he'll figure out that he too can have his own site, and smatter it with his opinion. The graphics will be placed where they look cool, rather then where they're relevant.
He'll blog about his daily life, nuisances, and whats wrong with the world, to an imaginary audience that agrees with him.
He'll nit pick at the format of his page, tweak things, adjust font sizes until he's satisified with the way things are. He'll swear off any changes for the next year, but growing distaste for his own handywork will see changes commence within a week.
Upon adding the ability for fellow web heads to leave comments about his blog entries, he'll bitch that they exercise the same freedom of speech that he exudes within his blog in the first place.
He'll decide that simplicty is the key, and and take a minimalistic approach to his hundreth redesign that month. Of course this simple approach will disintegrate with his ambition to add more and more content.
In the end he'll swear off the internet as it seems to have become a hub for all the things that are wrong with the world. Everyone who uses it is an uneducated loudmouth, unafraid to voice their opinions, no matter how distasteful, due to the anonymity inherit to their medium of choice.
In two weeks the blog will be back up, and he'll be right back where he started.
.: Tuesday, July 05, 2005 :.
Nothing is free my son, and thats just the way the world works. You work and push for what you can get, but what you get is the scraps of something better that went to somebody else. Wasted thoughts that somebody somewhere is laughing, somebody somewhere is winning. Nobody wins. We've built our own coffin, and we pay it rent.
Nothing's in control, and it knows how to use you. Don't look at what others have, what you have is enough. Don't look at what others don't have, you'll get sick to the stomach. Live for what you've got going, don't waste your time knowing what you can't do a thing about.
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