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June 26, 2005
riding off into the sunset (park)
bringin’ it on in, and at that point that it’s hard to tell if I’m just (being) stupid. aside from smoking crack and telling about it. and i know the reaction: of course you’re getting stupid, no food, no sleep and tons of hard drugs nonstop for days, of course. but this part of the interesting thing for me and one of the things I get defensive about: I feel pretty confident that I’m pretty straight thinking when I’m high. A little exuberant, but not dissacciative or Mr. Misjudgement—interesting for the irony that poses in the context of crack’s status as public enemy number one in the drug category. I’m way more out of control and stupid when I drink and way way more when I smoke mild, non-addictive marijuana. so I feel lucid, but all I want to do for hours is get the p. site to a very basic configuration, template tweak and content entyr. but these no table templates are a challenge and my html style is fairly trial and error anyway. I mean, I have expertise. I’ve worked on many a fortune 500 site. I’m a pro. but sometimes I’ll bang and bang my head against a wall to get the perfect pixel programming. I’m detail oriented that way. but html—along with browser quirks and standards requiresment—is stubborn that way as well. All this is well and good and normal. but then when I can’t get one template just the way (I anally) want it and seem to go in circles where as one things fixes another breaks and after a while I’m repairing the bug I already worked on. Hmm. frustrating. And in this state I am loathe ot gi9ve i up. I’d been thinking of posting an entry here for a good loing whle and finally forced myself with the trick propaganda that it would freshen myt eytes and I’d come back and kik ass all overf that template. {oh and if you look at these crazy whack spellings as evidence conclusive of my temporal stupidity, you’re wrong. imagine a guy take a wheelbarrow full of upper type whatever, and have an agenda to enjoy and accomplish before his sunday ends into a nother dreary work week. I’m beaitn this damn keyboard, fingers flying.
Posted by peligrito at June 26, 2005 2:10 PM
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