Even better than dotted-lines, though…

No lines!

Maybe we should just all go back to using LYNX.

You know.

I use LYNX quite frequently.

Don’t have to look at none of your idiot designs.

Bah-ha-ha.

Ha.

Maybe my only solution is to allow my blog to degrade to the point that it becomes a farce.

This is where I start linking to A-List blogs.
In hopes that they’ll post a “so-and-so linked to me” post.
(Who named them A-List to begin with? Bah.
I think that things on an A-List ought to start with the letter A.
This puts me on the R-List.
You know, I used to be working my way into the B-List.
I was just leaving the C-List when I realized…
THE INTERNET IS RETARDED)

And become obsessed with my webcam.

And post links via x, via y, via z.
(Pointless, because dammit, when I see that, I don’t read your damn log anymore, I become a reader of z. Do you see?)

And…

grr

This has all been said before.

By…

well…

I’ve said this all before.

I ought to be destroyed.

I feel dirty for posting my results to that damn art test down there.

I’ll be glad when it’s pushed off of the screen.

I feel dirty just for mentioning it again.

I feel dirty for adding the whole sidebar doohickey.

Must make it worse, or better.
One or the other, but it cannot remain as it is.

I’m also not sure I like this design, and…

I feel dirty for mentioning that, too!

These are things I hate to read in other people’s weblogs.
That make me not come back!

Hate reading posts like:

“I added a new post to my weblog today. I think I might add a new post after I’m done adding this new post, too. But I’m a bit busy today, I’ve got to redesign my website, because I’m not sure I like this design. What do you think?
[ 2 BlogBack comments from people who actually click on those comment links, saying that they very much like the design, as if the design somehow affects everyone’s life. Drastically. ]”

and

“My internet isn’t working today, so I came down to this internet cafe to post and tell you that my internet isn’t working today and that I came down to this internet cafe. But I’m paying for this, so I don’t have time to tell you anything other than that I don’t have time to tell you anything.”

and

“I’m posting from RadioShack. Hello. I have to go now.”

and

“I think I post too much stupid crap. Do you think I post too much stupid crap (see poll in sidebar). So here is a stupid crappy post that amounts to more stupid crap that I’m posting to tell you that I think there is a remote possibility that I post too much stupid crap, because there is no escape from stupid crap, and once the stupid crap has begun, there shall be no end, for it is the curse of the stupid crap.”

…

I’m hoping I don’t have the curse.
But I realize one thing.
Most people posting inane rubbish that I don’t want to read aren’t aware of their inanity (do you know, that’s actually a word… I just looked it up, WHO CARES, WHOOOO CARES?!?!?).
Do people like to read this BS? Methinks that they do. Bah.

Well at least I know that my nonsense is nonsense.

And there are certain people who keep coming back to this site

and I don’t even pay them!

Imagine that.

(What the hell am I talking about here… if this is what I’m like when I have nothing to worry about, and I’ve gotten enough sleep, maybe somebody should give me something to worry about. Or at least something more amusing to complain about. Like the fact that there’s still a smashed egg on my window that I have no power to remove, have I told you all about that? That’s a story for another day. Or possibly today. Gosh, I thought I’d quit this horrible getting sidetracked from saying nothing by saying more nothing within parantheses problem. My brain hurts.)

Why would anybody do that?

(See, while reading the big parentheses section, you forgot what I was talking about, didn’t you.)

Yeah, why would they.

Obviously insane.
I don’t rant to be read.
I rant cause I like it.
So there.

I have more where this came from.
Oh, so much more…

Observation:

One pixel black outlines, once a staple of blog design, have been replaced by one or two pixel light grey outlines. Or at least, barely visible one pixel outlines in a coordinating pastel colour.

Boo to all that.

Yes, your website looks nice.

Guess what. It also looks like EVERYTHING ELSE.

Blah blah blah.

(I’ve said all of this before, but that was when the black outlines were in style… this constitutes an update.)

You know, I hate weblogs.

Yes, I am some kind of hypocrite, shttp.

It’s kind of odd, I must have knocked the cord out of my wall and plugged it back in at precisely midnight, because now that I see the clock on my computer, the alarm clock is blinking the same number. I think I’ll leave it this way.

I think that I’m going to adopt the system of punctuation outside of quotation marks.

Just so you know.

Haha, WHO CARES?

I know you don’t care. I’m telling you anyway.
Because it doesn’t make sense.
If they didn’t say a comma, why should I attribute the comma to them.
hm?

Also, it would just never go over in programming.

La da dee.

Wasting time is fun, no?

I wish that I was not awake.

Alas, I’ve just slept 12 hours.

Huzzah!

Yes, that is all.

Candice sleeps now.

The exams, they are completed.

I would not normally link to anything that I found on the Daypop list (because really, what’s the point?) but… A List Apart: Why Don’t You Code For Netscape?

Good reasons it contains indeed.

Also, nobody visits my webpage using Netscape, so why bother wasting my time?

I wish that 141.117.21.82 would stop trying to hack my computer.
Or stop doing whatever the hell it is they keep trying to do.
I keep getting OPTIONS method requests from their IP.
Grr.
I assume they’re not doing this manually, or they’d have noticed that they get some 400-series error in return.

What is Microsoft-WebDAV-MiniRedir/5.1.2600?

Hm…
yes, it seems that the troubleshooting forum, unlike the nonexistent troubleshooting page, was quite helpful.

Blogger has name server issues.

Replace FTP server name with its IP, and presto.