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2008-10-05
Regarding the Pictures...
I'm not linking anything for now. I don't yet know which solution I will use to host the blog piccies - Picasa is easier to use, but flickr has unlimited storage... And there are many others as well. Anyway, for now, take a peek here.
2006-01-29
New Toys
A day after launching my very first blog. How exciting!
It isn't, really, but tell that to my id. Or inner child. Or whatever your particular branch of psychology decided to name it. Just wouldn't listen! It was all, "did any of my friends comment yet?"
It isn't, really, but tell that to my id. Or inner child. Or whatever your particular branch of psychology decided to name it. Just wouldn't listen! It was all, "did any of my friends comment yet?"
The day grew increasingly gone, when finally, I remembered that I have not actually given this link to anyone, my close friends included. The ones that are the reason for this blog's very existence. I wrote Mon about it while I was waiting for Jules and her boyfriend Oz to arrive, then they arrived and the notice got stuck fast in my gmail draftbox. The letter said:
Then, seeing as how I actually had some friends over, I mentioned how I had started a blog, but I did not give the URL. I do not know why. I might have forgotten. I might have thought that speaking in URLs is bound to make me an even bigger geek than... no, can't be it, they already know exactly how big a geek I am. There is a chance that I wanted them to be interested enough to ask me about it, and let the subtext carry my wish. However, the subtext that appeared was, seemingly, a puny weakling that could not even carry a vowel. Happens to me frequently, as I have come to realise. Another round of mails followed. The work which was due shortly stood ignored on my disk as I fretted about the things I might have forgotten this time.
But an hour later, there were still no comments. The hit tracker I installed did not even register one, after I told it not to count my own. My gmailbox remained steadfastly empty. I asked myself (as I'm sure you already noticed I tend to do), what would a typical blogger do in the situation like this?
Why, put it into his blog, of course.
Consequently, you are reading these as my thoughts for the day. Rather pointless. However, most things in life are. Which is how you can tell that this blog is Genuine™.
If in doubt:
You're the first one I'm telling, but you probably won't be the first one to know about it, since Jules and Oz are coming tonight...Actually, the letter said something involving a quite larger consonant count, but the gist was the same. Of course, the letter had to be rewritten, since the saved draft was too drafty, and had to be saved.
Then, seeing as how I actually had some friends over, I mentioned how I had started a blog, but I did not give the URL. I do not know why. I might have forgotten. I might have thought that speaking in URLs is bound to make me an even bigger geek than... no, can't be it, they already know exactly how big a geek I am. There is a chance that I wanted them to be interested enough to ask me about it, and let the subtext carry my wish. However, the subtext that appeared was, seemingly, a puny weakling that could not even carry a vowel. Happens to me frequently, as I have come to realise. Another round of mails followed. The work which was due shortly stood ignored on my disk as I fretted about the things I might have forgotten this time.
But an hour later, there were still no comments. The hit tracker I installed did not even register one, after I told it not to count my own. My gmailbox remained steadfastly empty. I asked myself (as I'm sure you already noticed I tend to do), what would a typical blogger do in the situation like this?
Why, put it into his blog, of course.
Consequently, you are reading these as my thoughts for the day. Rather pointless. However, most things in life are. Which is how you can tell that this blog is Genuine™.
If in doubt:
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2006-01-28
Succumbed
Okay. I made a blog. So shoot me.
Why?
I swore I'd never have a blog. I don't really have anything smart to say, and I hate the commitment it takes to think up new material all the time. Am I a professional entertainer, or a comedian for the Internet masses, I ask you? - as I asked myself. Nooo. Let Neil Gaimans and Pamela Andersons of the world write their blogs; me, I'll be happy in my lazy obscurity. (Oh, and — if you're reading this, Neil — sorry for the juxtaposition.)
However, faced with an impending trip to a place that might be considered "exotic", I figured - okay, time to publish. Primarily because otherwise all my friends will pester me one by one with their inevitable how-was-its, and I really don't wish to repeat myself three, or even four times.
Thus — a blog.
I believe an introduction is in order, for those of you who do not know me personally, and have stumbled onto this greary (green and dreary) place in error. I live in Zagreb, which is a capital of Croatia, which is an European country, and not a type of decorative pumpkin (as I have heard it answered once). The exotic land in question is Syria, not in Europe but also a country, and also extremely unpumpkinny, where I will be spending the next two weeks of my so-called life.
So check back, my faithfuls, during the following fortnight, where I shall be putting down my near-eastern سوريا thoughts and experiences, if I find an Internet connection. And if not, forget the whole thing — since I probably will not bother typing everything post-facto.
Why?
I swore I'd never have a blog. I don't really have anything smart to say, and I hate the commitment it takes to think up new material all the time. Am I a professional entertainer, or a comedian for the Internet masses, I ask you? - as I asked myself. Nooo. Let Neil Gaimans and Pamela Andersons of the world write their blogs; me, I'll be happy in my lazy obscurity. (Oh, and — if you're reading this, Neil — sorry for the juxtaposition.)
However, faced with an impending trip to a place that might be considered "exotic", I figured - okay, time to publish. Primarily because otherwise all my friends will pester me one by one with their inevitable how-was-its, and I really don't wish to repeat myself three, or even four times.
Thus — a blog.
I believe an introduction is in order, for those of you who do not know me personally, and have stumbled onto this greary (green and dreary) place in error. I live in Zagreb, which is a capital of Croatia, which is an European country, and not a type of decorative pumpkin (as I have heard it answered once). The exotic land in question is Syria, not in Europe but also a country, and also extremely unpumpkinny, where I will be spending the next two weeks of my so-called life.
So check back, my faithfuls, during the following fortnight, where I shall be putting down my near-eastern سوريا thoughts and experiences, if I find an Internet connection. And if not, forget the whole thing — since I probably will not bother typing everything post-facto.
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