Words. Pictures. Hypertext. We post, you decide:
Finally, after months of nail-biting anticipation, and hopes of the much hyped Typepad being dashed, we are up and running on... Movable Type! The layout on MT looks sleek and I need to read through the manual ***only when I am on the punchcard***. Although MT's capabilities far surpass those of Blogger, the layout seems more intuitive and makes me want to learn everything about it. Props to J for finally getting this thing up and running. Just wanted to put down some verbage on my section known now as the "Higo Blog", like the scientist dude from "Never Cry Wolf" staking out his teritory by pissing a boundary of scent around his artic tent.
I can't wait to see what will become of this: Finally a way to chronicle my misventures available for all (willing or not), but mostly so I can remember the experiences that continue to be. The problem is that I forget much of what happens. For example, in college, many pranks were pulled on unsuspecting roommates. On Chris Dempsey's 21st birthday, we (being me and Brian) pulled an awesome joke on Chris and Steve, who shared a room in our Picasso apartment in Isla Vista. I got about 10 cubic feet of foam peanuts, and when they were outside enjoying the keg of Sierra Nevada, we dumped the foam in the room, turned on two huge K-Mart box fans, and locked the door of our room to foil any attempts at retribution. Unfortunately, Chris was in a particularly foul mood (because his girlfriend of the time decided his Birthday was a GOOD TIME to break up with him- that's just cold-hearted now). So when Steve saw the room, he was drunk, and after punching us a couple of times, he congradulated us on a well executed prank (you know what's up man). When Chris saw it, he was drunk, and after kicking down our door, he saturated our mattresses with the 5 gallon watertank with us watching. Now this may have been an equally good prank, but he did it with the look of a crazed wombat, and was still pissed off afterwards. The next day he was still pissed, and I think he still hasn't fully recovered from the incident. If you ask him, our prank still was not "funny". It was just a case of us being assholes, as usual (I accept that I am an asshole on occasion, but this was a brilliant joke). It is experiences like this that I wish to more fully document, for no reason other than recording things that I find to be interesting, of concern, or atleast noteworthy.
Everybody and their mom is blogging now, but what I hope to do is to surpass the quality of content, planning, and execution of my portion of the greatness that is the C0sm1c13uDdh4 page. Experiments will be carried out, with some destined for greatness and others for the incinerator, but just bear with me. I am not a flight risk, nor am I Raed. But you will see- if you look hard enough for a suitable length of time.
Does typing when tired make a blog better, worse, or have no effect. TBD...
***This is now published, but should be considered a draft that happens to be posted***