ocg's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I've found 'it'. I had a whole idea for a post, which, by the explanation that I am about to give, does not nearly expound upon the philosophical, emotional, and humorous slant on which I was going to write the post: Please, sweet husband, my dear, dear boy, do not walk into the bathroom and chat with me while I am... ok, this is my place... submitting a poo to the porcelain queen. I've added this to my list of things to expound upon in the future, when I cannot think of something to write about. Instead, let me tell you about what just happened here. I wasn't able to post to diaryland, because the servers were overloaded. Being the nerd that I am, when the explanation that the servers were being overloaded, but gold members could post came up, I thought to myself, "Why am I not paying for this?" "Why don't I just DO it?" I've wanted to have the ability to post pictures, to have comments, to have a real web log for back before I even had the blogger blog. [insert Jesse Jackson speech pattern] I want to talk to my people! I switched to diaryland because, well, to be honest, because most of the blogs I liked the design of were on diaryland, not blogger. And the word 'diary' sounds so much more honest and true than 'blog'. I’ve had an issue with being honest in my writing since the Jackass… well, there’s another story to go on the list. And I also like the idea of people that I want, to be able to read about my thought and feelings (and I dig input on the way I think from strangers, because, let’s face it, I’m the most non-confrontational person that I know, and would I say it to their face? Not necessarily). (with a lot of ands/ifs/buts inserted in that statement). I'm a linguistics/ semantics nerd, too. So, I go to my husband, the man who will be known forevermore on this 'diary' as "the boy", and say to him, "Babe, since you bought a new pool cue today, d'you think it'd be cool if I signed up for a gold membership on my website? I mean, consider it a class in computers, me learning all these things that didn’t get taught until we were out of school…" (Because I SWEAR, every time I graduated from a school, elementary, middle, or high school, I SWEAR they upgraded their computers and classes the YEAR AFTER I LEFT! How is it that my redneck brother took a programming class in junior high when the high school was still running on Commodore 64!?) Really, I’m not that old. Urp. Digression, pardon me. (And ‘the boy’ actually knows nothing about web logging or diaryland or anything, other than I have a website that I update, and that the site is in the Blog folder on the favorites under ‘oregoncoastgirl’. If it's not a guitar, it's not his extracurricular thing.) And I explain what I ‘get’ for my money (not that I HAD to explain, but in a way I was justifying my spending the money on it, because lord knows, every DIME he spends keeps me out of school ONE MORE DAY, so why are you buying 4 cds in a month when I put you through nursing school?!?!?!). But, again, I digress. And he says, “Sure, why not. You love doing that stuff, right?” So, I do the Supergold thing, and tell him, “Uh, I meant 54.99 when I said 31.99.” After rambling on about the picture blahblah space that I get for about 10 seconds, he’s all, “Babe, it’s cool. You know, you should go into the computer field. You’ve been asking yourself for years now what it is that you should do. You like spending time on the computers and learning new things. You like being able to show other people this stuff. You’ve taught yourself this much. You like being creative. Maybe you could be a webdesigner or something?” Hunh? And the he says, in the way that only he could, in a way that he didn’t even know he was speaking, “It’s just like learning a different language. That’s all it really is, isn’t it?” Now, you know I am a profound geek to the soul if I’m all googly-eyed and awed by that statement, but I was/am. I’ve never heard anyone describe it that way. Computers= math, eww! I don’t want to be the ‘girl’ in IT! But, no, the boy is right. I belong in the computer world. More later on why I do. That is all. 7:11 p.m. - 2004-08-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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