Eat Me
Enabled Blogger's Atom XML feed.
I just clicked some buttons in the Blogger interface, so I don't know if it works yet.

It does work, but my precarious hack of post title implementation creates some strangeness in XML's glorious plaintextity. Since early Blogger didn't support post titles, I added the .posts:first-line pseudo element to the stylesheet, and styled according to my title needs. Then, each time when posting, I hit Return after writing the title, and voila: a title appears on the site.

But now that I have this atom thing enabled, it might be wise for me to restructure the HTML to accomodate actual in-Blogger titles. We are at the end of a month today, so that's a happy coincidence, file- and template-wise.

I am the cook, and my meals that feed you are to look properly.

The other option is that everyone configures their XML-to-HTML converters to convert \n in my posts to a <br />. That would be a lot easier for me, of course. O

Plus Is Minus
Does being something require treating as such?

Only if it's good to do so.

Isn't that hypocritical?

No.

Howcome?

Because if what you are is negative, you can still be treated as if you were negative, in a positive way. Being treated like you're stupid technically says nothing about the treatment. O

Boom.
There is a Trojan on your computer. O

Sickness And Health
My virus scanner detected a virus in an email. NetSky.

That has never happened to me before. Ever. This is the first time something like this has happened.

I swear. O

By About 35
Every generation believes it's the coolest.

And with good reason.

I mean, we are. O

1+1=1
I'm like whee, although I've never actually talked to either one, with the exception of one (1) email. But I suppose that just happens when you read someone's complete journal/blog/thing archives, from 1999 until today, have done so for a substantial period of time, thus being influenced personally; and can sufficiently relate to the person. O

Surrounded By
No, I was not burnt, it's just so damn hot all the time. O

Eden Etc.
Good heavens.
The man actually lives there.

Um.
Want. O

Quackt, Quackt
There's no spot for my change.

Damn you Americans and your dollar-bill-for-every-value-philosophy.

It's very soft and thin, though. :) O

Plivvenstein
It's alive.
It's got lean, but nonetheless yummy content, too.

Concerning any strangeness, like broken links, funny page titles and javascript errors (that would be most amazing, since there's not a var of JS in the entire site), I ask that you report these to me, godspeed. O

Archeo
I was just, to inspect my Old Angst, reading my earliest archives, and apart from the fact that I apparently knew what was 'wrong' with me and also knew perfectly what to do about it, I also began to wonder what would have happened if I had started the log, say, back in highschool, and it made me realise what an incredible pod I was in my early and mid-teens. I knew absolutely nothing, it seems, relative to my current situation. Or maybe I did. Maybe it's like when you define a variable, you have to write out its value in order for it to become visible.

Perhaps, but it's impossible to find out, because no mental record exists of that time. Many memories in the general sense, but very few rembered thoughts — as if I'm viewing myself as a younger self through an invisible floating camera.

Mind jump, how well can you know someone if even the memories of yourself feel like they're memories of just another person? By the way, all of that also made it impossible for me to speculate on what it would look like, and what I would be like now, if I'd Blogged those days. O

2
I am in a very peach/pink-coloured mood.

O

Correct Format
I love it when Mac-people post links to movies, because they're never .avi files. Avi files are just plain evil. You never know what codec you need, and you never have it. It's silly. O

Pointers
After all this time, I noticed how old and ugly the Windows cursor arrow really is. So I chopped off its tail, edited it a bit, stole an idea from the cursors of the default Winamp 2 skin (the exclamation mark-cursor), and there you go, the three most-used cursors. Less than 1024 bytes ZIP(py), so it should be a reasonably speedy download.

For the cursor editing, I used MicroAngelo, a complete and yet very simple piece of software for all your icon-editing needs — which incidentally also supports XP icon alpha channels. I got it from download.com. O

Mishap
I'm feeling quite fresh and charged of body, and very focused of mind. That's an extremely positive convergence of circumstances.

However
I find myself, at this hour of day — Sunday evening late, having to get up tomorrow at 7:45 — in a zero-stimulus environment, so all this ability of mine to focus properly is going into restraining myself, so as to prevent hitting things and possible breaking stuff or bruising myself (I can testify from an earlier event that, yes, a wall is indeed tough, as illustrated by Paul Simon's lyrics: "believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall"). O

Gain Some, Lose Some
Music for an honest price, at Magnatune. Just bought an album (Epic). Eight bucks. Great deal.

The only drawback is the absence of the CD-sleeve. I'm used to seeing albums packaged in something pretty, something that supports or creates the basic image I see in my head when playing the music.

I wonder if there's the option of Magnatune hiring some designers and, staying in the spirit of Internet Music, putting online hi-res images of CD-covers that people can print and slip inside the jewel cases of the CD-Rs they've burnt the downloaded music onto. O

mood:
Lately, I have been feeling a bit undeep and unpensive. More flittery, anxious, hovering between energetic and utterly spent, perhaps a bit uncomfortable, unable to find real peace and quiet, to rest deeply and gather myself — but also excited and pleased because I'm pulling things off; things that used to elude me because of my own neuroses, but that because of the new mindset and accompanying thoughts that a new environment and new situation have given me seem far less like unmanageable obstacles, and more like simple problems, to be addressed and naturally solved, cleared up, swept away, in due time, one by one, at my own pace without anyone on my back pushing me towards places I'm not sure I even want to go. O

Inner Voice
Fetching a banana.

I am going to
eat you.
You are going to
be eaten,
by me.
Ha Ha Ha O

Crying Over Hearth
I have Massive Attack - Teardrop stuck in my head.

There are worse things to have stuck in one's head. O

Quicky
How absolute and unmovably true are the things you think are true of your basic self?

Do you like blue?
Can you make yourself not like blue, even if you've always gone through life knowing that you really like blue?
Can you take your favourite, your greatest, your holiest and most high and force the idea onto yourself that it is not those things at all?

Can you even distinguish between a feeling that is truly and simply part of yourself, that simply is, or the stubborn holding on to an idea, denying the real feeling because you want to believe and deep down you know you'd feel completely lost without the idea of it being true?

Oof. O