writing code all day, feeling only slightly less sick of my life compared to yesterday. did some good work in making the new site table-less, bringing me into the mid-2000s as far as web page development goes. i have a lot of work to do ahead of the holiday traffic rush. still want to keep pages ugly and amateur looking but if they could load faster it would be good for the Internet. realized that even a bullshit job would not pay the rent. i need a roommate but the place is not ideally set up for that. i would want to keep the inside room. i really resented it when i learned that there used to be a wall between the foyer and the living room, with a doorway on the right. this would have made the place more of a possible 2-bedroom with the physically separated space, as it would absorb noise from the people in the hallway. a roommate would probably be hellish, esp if it came from an online source. wish i could sublet. thought of doing that and staying at sister’s place in Tampa for a few months until she mentioned that her in-laws are living in the house. i thought they were staying at the other house. that changes entirely my thoughts about ever moving down there, after she said i could have my old bedroom back. it sounded ludicrous at first, then remotely possible. now it sounds like i’d rather be homeless.
at the ghetto coffee shop, first time in a while. no playing that obnoxious “Let’s Marvin Gaye And Get It On” song but there’s time. coffee feels like it has no caffeine.
feeling l ike a coder again is kinda cool. i forgot how much i know but i am still a hopeless hack with this stuff. i stick to my keep it simple stupid philosophy of spitting out so many flat HTML pages as possible, avoiding dynamic content and the hazards of the CMSes that generate said content. i’m learning to trust wordpress but remain baffled at its primitiveness compared to Movable Type. custom fields in WP are a freakin’ joke compared to MT. and of course MT shares my initials, which is important to me.
bit of a weird, melancholic discovery of old data. i’d been looking for something i wrote while on the Honeywell Street Bridge some years ago. it was something like HSS188, where i wouldn’t remember the number today but HSS obviously stands for Honeywell Street Something. The number was important because it identified the location of a metal plate behind which I stashed … something. i think it was small amount of coins placed in a plastic container but it’s een so long i can’t remember. i wrote the note into something on Yahoo Mail which was intended for jotting down things like this. today that note is gone though i know it was there. it’s possible i sent it as an email, i should look for that, but what made the search for this note a bit sad was that the notes that were in there all involved my mother and father giving me ideas for my web site at a time when they both thought the internet was a joke, a passing fad, but they were starting to feel some enthusiasm for my projects, at least. it was usual that they spoke directly about anything, or that the 3 of us had anything to work on as a group. they’d been separated for i don’t know how long, probably 20 years, and these family-feeling moments just ever happened since then.
