Sour Taste In My Mouth

I had that 1 client who drove me nuts. Yet,I have to say I do like the job I did for them. I installed an interactive photo gallery which has gotten 12,777 hits to date since it went live back in May. Not too bad. The gallery contains hundreds of photos,some user submitted and hasn’t broken once since the main culprit stopped loading massive, unedited digital camera pics to mass uploader.The gallery is by Phormer

The calendar has been neglected since June,though.I’m puzzled. This was a feature that the bar owner really wanted. I slaved over finding one that was easy to use and then spent extra time customizing it to make it look pretty.Then I added custom password protection so not just any old body could add or delete an event. Made sense to me. In June they filled every day with some kind of an event.But that was it. Oh, well. Maybe it’s a summer thing.

The calendar is from Circular Genius

What’s a Blog For?

Seriously, what is a blog for? Is it a diary? Is it the digital personification of the delusion that anyone could possibly care to know what you (a complete unknown, unproven, unaccredited boob)thinks about socks,the Government,James Dean or cereal? Is it a way to make money? If so, how? Is it a new toy that you love for three months and then abandon never to update again, a lifeless husk doomed to display your final post, dated 2004, about your cat Bubbles, for all eternity?

All the time I read blogs telling me in order to have a “successful blog” I should write about one subject.I should not vary too much from that subject. My blog should have one main thrust.If it doesn’t I will confuse. I will not get return readers. I will be typing into the void.I should blog every day. I should not use foul language. I should keep track of my visitors. I should have a mailing list or some kind of tool for subscriptions.I should do a lot of things.

And every once in awhile I decide that yes,I will be consistent. I will use bulleted lists to keep the eye of nitwits who can’t concentrate long enough to read a whole paragraph. I will not type fuck or shit. Ok so this may be the 1st time I have typed fuck or shit. See how good I have been?

But unfortunately, my real life isn’t like that, so structured,so disciplined,so paranoid about what folks will think. I do not especially care that people will like me in real life.So why should I maintain such a ruse in my own damn blog? It’s my blog.I didn’t start it up to make money. I have no ads on it.I probably never will.What’s the point of having such a boot camp attitude toward something that is supposed to be fun?

If you do have a successful blog I congratulate you. I do not. What I do have is a freaking online journal.Oh crap.

The Case of the Roommate with a Sofa Attached to His Bottom

My boyfriend’s brother,our roommate. I will say it isn’t exactly fair of me to gripe since I too am always home.I work from home.I live with my boyfriend and we don’t go out that much because we are homebodies. However, we are a couple. Lame as it is that we aren’t going out to the clubs & wresting every possible amusement from the city as we can —it is not that lame because we aren’t single with a couch stuck to our bottoms not doing anything about being single. When we are home we will eventually have to get up to walk the dog. We can go back to our inert postures if we want. But we will have to go walk that dog. It kind of saves us from slipping completely into the mind numbing tv marathon that many weekends can be lost to. If one isn’t vigilant against sloth–which one can’t always be vigilant against.

When I was single I was out there.I met the people. I didn’t want to be single.
Maybe our pal just doesn’t want to meet anyone? Countless weekends find him staked out in the living room watching baseball or playing his guitar or watching baseball while playing his guitar only budging from the sofa to go to the bathroom or to go to his room to loudly play his bass or the same 4 songs on his stereo or play his bass while playing the same 4 songs on his stereo,then back to the couch where he falls asleep while Sports Night blares from the set.

The only way to make this stop is to lie in wait for the few minutes he may leave the sofa and then snatch the remote and frantically find something else to watch so that the sports watching sofa hogging extravaganza is nipped in the bud for a few hours.Last night I managed to do this and was able to see TV premiere of Half Nelson on Sundance.Big Coup.

I am hoping this is just a phase…that someday he might find the company of friends or one special friend in particular worth leaving the sofa.

My idea was stupid.

C.O.C

While watching Comedians of Comedy for the 7th time I got the brilliant idea that I should contact one or two of the comedians and offer to redo their Web sites for free.

I did not follow through on this harebrained scheme.

Point Number One: I do not think these folks are easily contactable, therefore an email I send to their website catch all mail box will probably never be seen by them but by their web master who probably built the site and would not take kindly to some chick wanting to snatch it from them.

That’s really all the points I have to make.

Maria Bamford has a good site already. She doesn’t need a new one.
Zach’s is not so great but if you look at it without viewing the source(yikes) it is fine. As a famous person he doesn’t need to worry about SEO since his name is enough. He is the one I think is the most funny but the least approachable. So naturally I love him. Brian Posehen, has a site that was last updated in 2004. Well, someone stuck a badge for the movie tour on there. But that was a year ago at least. There’s a forum which seems to be used …It’s a bad site, but again he has no need for SEO. Patton has a good site. No need for me there,either. He also has a myspace which he uses.

Barry Crimmins

Then I watched the documentary about the comedy scene in Boston in the 80’s:When Stand Up Stood Out.
So I thought I’d check out Barry Crimmins’ site hoping it was awful.It is not.It is really good.I thought I could at least get his attention by saying

“Hi my name is Sion and your crazy sister Lucia used to scare the fuck out of me in the cult she ran in Dallas in the 80’s.I grew up with your nieces…how are you feeling,do you need a site re design?”

The poor man might feel guilty. Or maybe he wouldn’t.And doesn’t he look great in this picture?
My idea was silly.

Photo:Barry Crimmins