January, 2001:

Brad and Jaclyn and I picked out an apartment today. My rent will be $625/mo. Not too bad.

I am tired.

I meant to reply to about 20 email’s today, and had about 15 posts I wanted to respond to. But… I didn’t.

Ashley called today. I wont go over all the details of the call… but the end went like this:

Me: So would it be easier if we were just friends?
Her: Yeah, that would probably be best.
Me: Ok.
Her: But I hope you wont get upset if I get really drunk or something and try to attack you.

Gee… thanks Ashley. You really helped clear up all the confusion in my head.

Going to get coffee with Nicki. Toby is going to sit on my monitor and reply to any AIM messages I get.

The headers (and the entire message body) of a piece of SPAM I just got:

Return-Path: <wilb@hitter.net>

Received: from mydomain.com (oca-pm3-2-102.hitter.net [207.192.76.102])

        by ns1.ezserver.net (8.9.3/8.9.3) with ESMTP id VAA01734

        for <djl@inkshop.org>; Wed, 31 Jan 2001 21:49:53 -0600

Message-Id: <200102010349.VAA01734@ns1.ezserver.net>

Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 22:01:02 -0500

From: rom: “Ed  Wilbur” <wilb@hitter.net>

To: <jntl2@aol.com>, <btll4@aol>

To: com@ns1.ezserver.net

References: <200101101006.LAA21631@esp.s

Subject: rvitecnet.com>

Subject: Re: A Simple Investment Plan That Works

Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2001 20:22:24 -05

(in regard to Bill Gates)

He’s not Satan. He’s my boss.

Everything sounds better when encased in a nutshell.

Installed Debian unstable over Tony’s NT 4.0 Server. Woo!

Updating from it now.

Too… much… email. ACK!

Need sleep.

I was supposed to clean today. That didn’t happen.

I did give Toby his first bath, though. He kicked a little, but never scratched me once. And he looked so sad afterwards, with all his matted hair. He’s nice and fluffy now though. I have to keep him away from the lady cats now, cause they are sure to swoon.

Raina is sending me a pet rock!!! Woo! Sometime this week I am going to have to get some materials to make a little bed for it.

I made the 1:40pm call, as planned. Ashley was on her way over to Jim’s place, since he didn’t have to work today. I talked to her for about 15 minutes, about this and that, but never brought up any of the stuff I wanted to say to her. I didn’t really want to discus it with her, with her being on her way to Jim’s, as I didn’t know when she would arrive, and didn’t want my conversation cut short. I was a bit upset that she never even asked “what was it you wanted to talk to me about yesterday”. So… she either forgot, doesn’t care, or has some sort of assumption as to what I want to talk about, and doesn’t really like the idea of engaging in such conversation. Around 4:45pm or so, I called her again to see if she had left Jim’s to go home and get ready for work yet. She didn’t answer her phone, so I left a message. The ball’s in her court now. I’m not calling.

There are so many things I want to get done every day. And I try and try and try to fit them all in… but there is never enough time. *sigh*

If I had one wish, it would be to double the length of a day, and yet still have humans require the same amount of sleep. That would be nice.

I don’t think anyone has ever created a web browser better than w3m. Once you get used to the key bindings, navigation is a breeze. The only thing that looks silly are pages with a billion spacer gifs. Tables are gorgeous… links are easy to navigate… and… if you blow the window up full screen, and use your mouse, after long you wont even notice you are using a text only browser.

The best part…. when I fill in text boxes like this one… I get to use “vi”.

Mmmmmmmm.

Bye bye, Lynx.

(For those who care… this was posted using w3m and the web update client)

I called her… because I wanted to talk to her, straighten everything out and get on with my life.

She answered the phone. She was at work. I told her I needed to talk to her. She asked what it was about. I told her not to worry about it, that it was no big deal, and that I would call her later. She said to call tomorrow, and that she gets out of class at 1:40pm.

I don’t even know what I was going to say to her.

I want to know where I stand. I want to know what she wants from me. I want her to know that I WAS upset last night… but I want to tell her without accusing her of doing anything wrong. Something like “I’m sorry if I sounded a bit upset on the phone last night. I guess I was just really looking forward to spending some time with you last night, and when I found out you weren’t coming.”

As a good friend selflessly pointed out, she doesn’t know how I feel.. and therefore she cannot be held accountable for my feelings until she at least knows how high I hold her.

My Observation:
The only “art” that sells on the Internet is prints from well known artists/photographers and anything having to do with a naked woman.

His Plan:
Art is not about art. It’s about hype, shock and marketing. Also helps sales if the artist is dead. So here’s the plan:

We’ll reinvent you as a “famous” unknown artist. You’ll do a series of black & white silver prints of shaved female cats and call it “Shaved & Naked Pussy”. Then you we’ll fake a Kurt Cobain number on you and you run off and hide for 7 years. In the meantime I’ll do a gallery opening for you and sell all the work for a reasonable 50% commission and mail you a check. After 7 years is up you can resurface ala Elvis and say that artistic depression forced you to fake your death.