Yearly Archives: 2003

Voyeuristic

A lit­tle while ago I put up an up-to-the-minute script that would tell me how many peo­ple were view­ing this page, out of curios­i­ty. It’s always inter­est­ing to find out that some­one is vis­it­ing at the same time that I am. This week I noticed that I had 3 vis­i­tors online while I was updat­ing. I was pret­ty sur­prised, since most inter­net surfers spend much less than a minute at a page before leav­ing (most will leave the page if it does­n’t load with­in eight sec­onds, a use­ful fact to know for web design­ers).

I checked my stats and found out that I’m still get­ting more than 100 vis­its dai­ly, which is some­thing that I don’t under­stand. I haven’t done much to adver­tise my site aside from a few Canadian blog list­ings, and only a hand­ful of the peo­ple I per­son­al­ly know check on a reg­u­lar basis. I don’t think I talk about con­tro­ver­sial issues that real­ly gen­er­ate any dis­cus­sion, or any­thing that’s very inter­est­ing for that mat­ter. I don’t pan­der to poten­tial vis­i­tors, I don’t cen­sor myself, I don’t address an audi­ence, and half the time I’m just vent­ing about this or that. I first made this site over a year ago as an out­let for per­son­al expres­sion, and the pur­pose has­n’t changed one bit ever since. I won­der if peo­ple come here by mis­take or look­ing for some­thing spe­cif­ic. I per­son­al­ly have my dai­ly reads (most of them female authors, since there seems to be a short­age of male blog­gers) of peo­ple who have lives that are very dif­fer­ent from mine. Most are just plain inter­est­ing, and some give me a few alter­nate per­spec­tives.

I wish I knew what peo­ple came here for.

The Turn-On/Turn-Off List: Part 1

turn on: tight neck turtle­necks
turn off: loose neck turtle­necks

turn on: speak­ing more than one lan­guage, speech imped­i­ments
turn off: speak­ing English poor­ly

turn on: glass­es
turn off: eye shad­ow

turn on: brow, tongue, labret, cheek, hood pierc­ings
turn off: nip­ple, nail pierc­ings

turn on: hands
turn off: feet

turn on: swear­ing
turn off: burp­ing

turn on: Scottish accents
turn off: Chinese accents

turn on: nail pol­ish
turn off: lip­stick

turn on: retain­ers, braces
turn off: gum­my smiles

turn on: chok­ers
turn off: spiked col­lars

turn on: floor touch­ing skirts
turn off: capris

A Birthday Present

Dina bought me a plat­inum GBA SP! I can’t believe it; I actu­al­ly gasped when I fig­ured out what it was. It’s been a pret­ty rough day, so this was a real­ly nice sur­prise. I can bring it with me on my trip to Hong Kong so I can play on the plane. Now I want to buy so many games, like the sequel to Paper Mario on N64, Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga, Fire Emblem, Tony Hawk’s Underground, and Final Fantasy Tactics Advance. There are actu­al­ly more I would buy if I won the lot­tery, but for now, I can down­load a few and upload them to my flash car­tridge with the link­er.

The Animal Hospital Can Suck My Balls

I had to can­cel the vet appoint­ment today, and spoke on the phone with one of the nurs­es. Even though I apol­o­gized for can­celling at the last sec­ond, she took an extreme­ly patron­iz­ing tone with me. She assumed that a pos­si­ble emer­gency slot and UTI writ­ten down next to Patches name meant that he need­ed to seek imme­di­ate med­ical treat­ment. She had no idea how much mon­ey it costs me, how dif­fi­cult it is for me to get a ride there, how the con­di­tions of Patches behav­iour have changed since mak­ing the appoint­ment, how much I care for my cats, how much I’ve done to make sure they’re healthy and hap­py. When I can­celed, she assumed that I was just anoth­er nov­el­ty pet own­er who could­n’t be both­ered to care for his pet after real­iz­ing how much work it actu­al­ly is. She did­n’t even know why I can­celled.

It’s too bad that the doc­tors are so amaz­ing at this hos­pi­tal, while the interns are such bitch­es. I actu­al­ly had to men­tal­ly pre­pare for this vis­it yes­ter­day, to deal with the peo­ple involved, and even with my men­tal wall I still feel so fuck­ing angry and drained. This is why I hate peo­ple.