How does one process a day of drama? There was no fighting. No crying. Some shock. But just lots of "no way" and "you have got to be kidding me" and "holy crap!" Some people just sleep. Some take long drives. But for me... I don't know. Hot tea didn't work. Talking just makes me cranky. I am sick of TV and especially CNN.
Maybe if I stare at a computer screen all my troubles will fade.
Some mostly server-related changes in the works for this site.
I've secured the domain kirkjerk.com
and eventually it will point to this site...and hopefully gradually
become the canonical name. Though I'm doing some server migrations,
so for now it's just a test site, since I need to see if my scripts
will work for this site and the loveblender.
Also you might notice a small change at the header of this page. I've decided
that having a headshot at the top of one's website, even a very stylized b+w one, is kind of lame.
I've always called Alien Bill my signature sketch, and now
he's returning to his rightful place. (Also, I plan to roll alienbill.com into this site, so since he's losing his frontpage I thought he deserved this.)
Let me know what you think! My comments pages have been lonely lately.
When she submitted this poem, she likely mistook a special "title" field for a
"comments" field, which the 'blender munged into a filename like
you see here, though I've added linebreaks. The filename broke
winzip, but as a poem I think it has a certain breathless beauty.
Toys of the Moment
Dang, why didn't they have these
tiny R/C fightin' tanks when I was growing up? Or in time for my latest birthday? (via slashdot)