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Lots of this is very dated (and angry?), so there.
To hell with you posers, i wrote this stuff starting late 1994.

^@#&@*!(()!@* ... If I see just one more of you screw-ups do that thing where you do multiple <title> lines in your web pages so it does that lame-brained crawling eyesore, I am going to find you and kill you. I mean it. [Wow! And if you just don't get it, check out this awesome example of how not to make a page. But remember folks: this is parody -- do not try this at home(page?).]


I realized the other day that everything just sucks. You have to lower your expectations to the point where "sucks" is "normal", then, when something you now consider average happens, it will thrill the hell out of you. Incidently, a few minutes after this realization I read I Bleed for This? #9, and it was crystalized.

Sorry, was a little cranky up there. So, should I be scared to move? Who cares. I shall take on the world and love it. Head out and face it "like a man". Hmmm. Somehow that must fit in with my theory that the stupidest things you do in your life will be directly or indirectly caused by women. Don't get me wrong -- they will be your choice, but they will be because of women. Man, that is cool.

My sister (of all people!) got me the new V23 book, this rimy river and does it rock!! It is so cool, I just had to say something....

Reasons I am upset at Netscape (though I use it) --
  1. Usurping html standards. Now we have tons of html wannabe-developers sticking in things like hr options and changing font size -- and expecting it to look like that everywhere. This is the equivalent in the graphic design world to making images so only a portion of the people can see it.
  2. Inadvertantly(?) causing a change in html. Yeah, this is a rehash of #1 there. Yes, a side-effect of "the" browser of www being so bold as to introduce dozens of their own "bonuses" is that it will effect html rules. Why can't you just make a suggested RFC like everyone else? Or did you?
  3. Naming it "Mosaic" in the first place, then changing it. If you need to ride on the name recognition that much, next time think about it first and/or check out the legalities.
  4. Adding to the confusion of where "the" place to go for new web sites. Used to have NCSA What's New, now who knows? Just go to the newsgroup comp.infosystems.announce and call it a day. Well, don't go harping at me about "competition makes the free market" blah blah blah. There are standards on the net (remember netiquette? guess not) that made it what it is. You know what Unix and TCP/IP become when you stop respecting the standards and human protocols and add "free market no-rules competition"? Macs and DOS! HA HA HA HA HA Welcome to the next level dudes.

    Hmmm... why don't people start using the term "document" to describe a collection of web-things? (Or any better term? Anyone?) I am just sick of people struggling with "home page, no pages... no, check out my page..pagez". Just some idears.

    In the interest of humanity and as an effort to work towards a more peaceful planet, I am going to attempt to no longer wish death upon anyone who uses "surf" (or any derivative) in a serious manner to refer to any net activity. I am also going to begin a one-man mission to lobby for a <sarcasm> tag that is universally applicable on the net (not just html) for people who might be too clueless to get it.

    ALRIGHT! I CANNOT TAKE IT! FORGET THE SARCASTIC SUBTLETY(?) OF THE ABOVE! You know what a fellow cheese-hater (thank the various gods there are an extreme few still out there) brought to my attention? NOT ONLY is there a "surfcity.com" (oh! so cute!), but boneheadness has prevailed and there is a separate "surfcty.com"!!!! You read it right -- no typo. YOU PEOPLE JUST DON'T GET IT!!! YOU ARE ALL FUCKED UP! YOU ARE SO FAR OUT OF IT! YOU HAVE KILLED IT! GO AWAY!

    (can you tell it is just really starting to sink into my soul? i mean, we all knew it and talked about it -- the end of the net. we said, with remorse, the good days were gone, and the life was sucked out of it, and it was headed towards the great meat-grinder that can only be labeled as "american culture" .... but it has finally really sunk into me. like the loss of anything meaningful, there is a gap between saying you have come to terms with the loss, and feeling it. it is over. it is a mall. it is television. it is mc-quality. it is the american automobile. it is mass culture. i give up.) 95.01.18 - the day jon broke


    I don't know what love is. But, I wonder about it sometimes -- wonder how close I will get before I realize. I get confused, by the concept anyway. A very wise and enticing genius once said "Love is a vital illusion". I might have chosen "necessary" as the adjective.

    I have been known to chant, even while unconscious, "Love is a lie." Isn't a lie just one step away from an illusion? There is something in there about sex and passion, and death, too. I wonder about love. Wonder if I really do know what love is -- and am just afraid to conjure that image up in my head -- perhaps out of fear of wanting it too much. Or, fear of seeing what life is really about.

    About the best I can offer now is a song that always comes to mind. Maybe it has to do with passion or sex or obsession or death; not love. Maybe it is about everything. I don't know. Just go get the album ("Doolittle") yourself.
    - Track 15, Gouge Away, by The Pixies:
    gouge away
    you can gouge away
    stay all day
    if you want to

    missy aggravation
    some sacred questions
    you stroke my locks
    some marijuana
    if you got some

    gouge away
    you can gouge away
    stay all day
    if you want to

    sleeping on your belly
    you break my arms
    you spoon my eyes
    been rubbing a bad charm
    with holy fingers

    gouge away
    you can gouge away
    stay all day
    if you want to

    chained to the pillars
    a 3-day party
    i break the walls
    and kill us all
    with holy fingers

    gouge away
    you can gouge away
    stay all day
    if you want to



    Whew... back to Jon's quieter pages.