It's a new crate.
...happiness, that is.
[Ed: This was the front page of the previous configuration while I worked out this Movable Type stuff.]
Welcome to my INTAR-WEB SITE. It is the product of hours and hours of me sitting on my bum in front of a computer. I will make it pretty sometime.
Okay okay okay. The entry below this one was written on February 5.
Right now, it is 2 am on April 24. There is a deal. This is what it is:
The short of it is that everything went back to being kind of weird.
I'm pretty far behind in about everything--classes, activities, personal
stuff, the whole works. As I type this, there's a to-do list of nine or
so things in front of me to do that have nothing to do with school--simple
things like "find renter's insurance" or "withdraw from honors program"
that I very much need to do but will probably spend all of my remaining
time here accomplishing. And
then there's all the classwork, but I'll skip it for the sake of brevity
because the point isn't that life is so hard in this big room I
have all to myself with twenty-one meals a week provided to me on
nothing more than the flimsy agreement that one day I will make some
money and maybe give some to the United States Department of Education. No.
The point is that I want to keep sharing my writing with whoever will
read it and to that end I've been working off and on at getting Movable
Type to work. If that doesn't mean anything to you,
don't worry about it. All it means is that I hope to be able to easily
get all these text files on my computer desktop onto the internet. Some
of them are pretty good! There's an apology to Sandee Curry, something
about how cops seem to love me, this freaky dream I had... random words,
mostly regarding being a hillfolk among flatlanders. But I'm working on
it.
In the meantime, HOLY CRAP, you can do a search for Haley Bonar on Pollstar. And receive show dates! This means she's now the most legitimate artist to ever come out of Rapid City, folks.
Buy a crate, and love it.
ADDENDUM: VANNA can I please buy a period? Sweet zombie Jesus. I know I used to be able to write paragraphs with more than one sentence per...