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Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.

April 10, 2004 /

Maria and I played the All Cup Tour in Mirror Mode (the longest race on the hardest setting) this morning, and even though I did gently toss the controller around a bit, we finally triumphed. We are officially Double Dash royalty now, crowned and robed, holding the Mushroom Scepter and the Turtle Shell Orb. What’s with orbs, anyway? I mean, the crown is a special hat, everybody needs a special hat, and I guess with the scepter you could point to things or hit somebody. But why do you have to have an orb, too? Maybe you could play garbage can basketball with it on boring days in court?

April 8, 2004 /

You have completely failed to entertain me. To the Eel Chamber.

April 8, 2004 /

I was going to write this whole whiny entry about how Ian never brings me the stuff he says he’s going to bring me, but really I don’t care that much. I’m just bored, and it’s being a very long work day. Entertain me!

April 7, 2004 /

Hey, this is the first time I’ve posted every day of the week since December. I want a cookie.

April 7, 2004 /

Barry Smith has proposed May Day as 24-Hour Webcomic Day, and I really want to participate. I have a physical need to draw comics again, and I can’t seem to make the opportunities happen, so maybe this will help. I could finally wrap up the neverending “Fire” arc in Xorph and maybe even start the next one. Also, it’s the weekend before my birthday, which means I get to punish myself for being old, and Maria’s going to be cramming for exams anyway–it’s nice to have company (Solitary Confinement notwithstanding).

What I’d really like is to do it with a couple of other comics people, but I don’t see that happening, since my comics people friends are scattered far and wee. I wonder if AIM supports multiple-voice chat. Or if you can do a comics jam on a train.

(For the record, no, I couldn’t do the real 24 Hour Comics Day even if there were a host store in Louisville; apparently all my finals are on April 26th.)

Recorded in my pokeblog this morning

April 7, 2004 /

It’s warm without being sweaty–the kind of warm where you walk outside and notice that there’s no difference in the temperature, in a nice way. It’s sunny, but there’s just enough cloud cover to ward off glare. There’s a little breeze, bringing with it the smells of downtown small city: a cigarette, bus exhaust, sandwiches carried by a man and his daughter.

This is no day for class or work. This is a day for picking up fallen sycamore branches in the back yard, swinging them wildly, turning them into magic swords.

April 6, 2004 /

Finally, finally got the front page and chalkboard working again. The culprit was those sneaky scripts that say “Journal last updated (whenever),” which were looking for the old, nonfunctional NewsBruiser CGIs. That, and the fact that PHP functionality has changed since I wrote the scripts. Twice.

If you didn’t notice that those pages stopped working because there’s never any content, go away, kid, you bother me.