Hello, my name is Judas Gutenberg and this is my blaag (pronounced as you would the vomit noise "hyroop-bleuach").
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Wednesday, March 5 1997
Rocking thing to say today: I'd come to like the inadvertant noises that drifted into the mix tapes I made in my childhood.
G is for Gus who drank too much gin
Who in a move to get closer to God
Placed his ear to a block
To hear termites talk
'Til an axe cleaved his head from his bod.
Met a lesbian mare in a badmood
Said he, "Let's make fillies!"
"You're giving me willies!"
Said the lesbian mare who was now nude.
It was a wonderful chat session, like fond days remembered from innocent youth when there was no nasty old internet to corrupt my morals.
Speaking of which, look at the Battered Black Book for March 4th, 1997. Ceej has found a Cybercensorship Search Engine with which you may determine if a domain has content blocked by "internet smut filtering software." Ceej's reaction to her discovery of inclusion as a filtered site in that particular entry was right-on. It's good to see a little organized rebellion against "filtering software" taking place here on the Web, among those who keep journals particularly. By the way, as casually as I might describe my drug use, violence, drunk driving, and even sexual activity, neither I nor the Big Fun Glossary is yet explicitly filtered by any internet filtering software. No doubt this is an oversight. Surely the mayor of Boston would be displeased to find 16 year olds reading my definitions in a Boston public library.
Before I went home I had a little depressing conversation with Jamie Dyer about the nature of the future that put clouds over the rest of my day.
I woke up at around 1pm. I'd had interesting dreams in which I was already seventy years old. I recall in the dream being a little (but only a little) sad about how quickly the time of my life had passed. I went to UVA's Cocke Hall to do some more fun web stuff. By now featureless grey snow clouds hung high in the sky, though the air was far too warm for snow.
I slept a long time: from seven thirty pm until my shift at 1am. I needed that sleep so I could work on the online version of Ping's March issue tonight.
Typical of my job, I was given exactly one night to create all the twenty or so web pages for this issue. That's more work than you might think. So I downloaded the latest version of HTML Grinder to help me. It's a utility (partly hobbled as demo-ware) which allows one to do global search and replace in a web site: a very handy feature which I will have to use when I move my sites to another server. I've had an earlier version of this package since before I knew HTML, but tonight I really put it to work, and it did exactly what I wanted it to. Now, perhaps, I can consider myself a true web guru.
In Sam 'n' Ellas tonight, blixa revealed that soon blixa will be selling gametes to science. Since I have not revealed blixa's gender, you will have to guess what gametes those are. Later blixa and I discussed group houses, my job, my future plans, and the attitudes of children born under different sun signs.
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