February 2003 Archives

My isp, insightbb, is once again experiencing technical difficulities. As you can see, I am connected, but the speed is something similar to a 28.8 modem. This sucks! How is a guy supposed to play around with his site if it takes fifteen minutes to load a page? Huh? Answer me!

Tomorrow I'll probably (if the transfer rate is back to normal) introduce yet another section of egocentricity. Stay tuned, you avid readers!

By the way, did you know this site averages between 20-25 sessions per day? Not hits, unique sessions! Amazing numbers, aren't they! Actually, it's probably not too shabby. As for hits, which don't really tell a person anything, there have been over 23,000 since start up in November.

Bonus: This is the website of the company I used to work for. Who out there can give me a list of ten things that are just wrong, wrong, and wrong with it? Anyone? Just for kicks, view the page info and check out when it was last updated. Funny stuff.

Just finished up a couple of hours scanning and posting pics. I fixed up the yearbook page to include color instead of b&w photos, and added sections for kid pics, adult pics, and pics of the wife. Enjoy!

Swapped backgrounds tonight. Photoshop and I have a love/hate relationship - luckily tonight Photoshop loved me. Got exactly what I wanted.

If you guys are viewing this site with Internet Explorer you're really missing out on a neat effect. Please, IE users, do yourself the biggest favor in the world and download Netscape or Mozilla. You'll be glad you did.

Also, I was able to get the yearbook pics posted. The "Ego" page is going to be the picture portal. "Ego" will stay as is, but once there you'll be given the option to view more specific photo pages. Right now, of course, there is only the option for "yearbook", but many more will be appearing in due time.

another weekend, another big ass waste of time, another day and a half laid up with a migraine. nothing to make it better, nothing to ease the pain. at least i'll have something to do this week since i didn't get much accomplished this last two days.

i did find a pic to use as background. all i have to do is get permission to use it. hopefully, the aritst will give permission without payment. yeah right. but we'll see.

i did have dinner with the parents tonight at pizza king, the indiana tradition since 1956. quite tasty. i used my dad for a pillow 'cause my head was still buzzing. he makes a nice pillow. i'm glad he's back from okeechobee.

Gonna have to pull some strings to obtain some tobacco for this week. Might resort to the old five-finger discount.

Scanned in a bunch of school photos tonight to take care of that era. I think I might throw in a pic of Jaime and I at senior prom - if for no other reason than the silly looks on our faces! Dorks! That damn Darren Simpson beat me out for Prom King by one vote, but at least I got to serve on his court...it was a fun night all around.

I think I'll just continue to scan tomorrow and post'em on Sunday. We'll see. I've got to redesign some sections of the site and I'm not feeling too go-get'em about that.

I've been on a cleaning binge lately. You know, the kind where you really pick stuff up and get behind it and under it and everywhere, all the hidden spots. How that stuff builds up in the first place is kind of a mystery, especially when you always keep up on the normal cleaning, you just don't go for the gusto all the time.

You were dying to know that, I'm sure.

And since I'm broke as a mofo, I'll be spending this weekend online. What I've got in mind is to greatly expand the photo section here. I'm just gonna scan and scan and scan and scan and post and post and post and post and put up thumbnail galleries. At least that's the plan.

And I'm sure you're dying to see The History of the Linkster firsthand, aren't you? Patience, grasshopper.

Anyone can show a splash of greatness here and there, now and then, once in a while.

But to be consistently genius, day after day, week after week, for an entire lifetime - that's something else entirely.

Consistency is the key.

By cracky, I never did see the likes o'such! Yeeeeee-haaaaa!

There's a show on VH1 called "Driven". I've seen two or three episodes now, so I think I'm qualified to give an opinion. Here it is: the show should be titled "Bullshit".

The show profiles an entertainer by speaking with people who are or were close to him/her. The point is, I believe, to inform the audience of how the entertainer dodged obstacles and overcame barriers and never stopped until they reached their intended destination. Woo-Hah! Got you all in check!

This is all fine and dandy, but don't try to con the audience into believing the intended destination was "musician" or "singer". The intended destination was "fame". Fame is something much easier to obtain than talent. Much easier.

VH1 should profile me. Chris Lincoln: Driven. Driven to know. Driven to find patterns. Driven to expel 100% of the non-essential. Driven to push the limits of taste. Driven to live, eat, breath, and shit the truth. Driven to go harder and faster. Driven to stay up later, read more, be more comfortable, understand. Driven to love and laugh and act like a retard. Driven to take more pills and smoke more and dip more. Driven to care even less about you. But you know what? I'm not driven. I'm the fucking driver.

Dear Citizens of the Planet Earth,

You are all diseased. You are all infants.

If you aren't wrong one way, you're wrong another.

If it weren't for how serious this all is you'd give me the giggles.

Chris

Everybody get up!

Let's dance!

Stick your thang out, push your thang out. Move it here, move it there. Move it up move it down, now move it side to side and start to glide. Do it fast do it slow, do it do it do it! Do it hard, do it soft, now do it hard again and don't you stop, don't stop. Even when you're done, don't stop, keep it going. Scream, shout, moan, laugh, let all the noises out you've been holding inside. Go on, you can't help it 'cause it feels so good!

Reinvigoration is officially upon me now. Feeling on top of my game in many ways. In other areas, I've been able to step up my game and re-double my efforts. And of course, in yet other areas I've still the procratinating, lazy slob. But that's ok.

And just as I revisited Sydney recently, I also re-read Slaughterhouse-Five this last week. Vonnegut is my literary hero. When I read his work I'm not rolling skating through the Louvre saying "Next...Next...Next...".

I am more and more like KV Sr., however, in that I'm finding more and more masterpieces. More and more beautiful things. I like it.

Many years ago, while reading myself to sleep, I came across something I loved. In fact, the author's last name was to be the name of the main character in "Etc.", but due to further inspiration, that has since changed. However, my love of the poem has not. I share it with you now:

Today was the day that didn't happen.

Even now, it seems as if it is really last night and I'm about to go to bed to wake up to find it today.

Feeling mentally weirded out. Maybe it's the time thing. Maybe I'm just sleepy. Or maybe...

Pretty underage girls kissing in the rain?

Sign me up!

Been a few days since I've been able to post here. Due to a death in the family, the last week has been a little difficult.

And it has been a strange week, hasn't it? First, my grandfather-in-law passes away on Tuesday. Yesterday my great-aunt passed away. Two other relatives are on the cusp of death, as we found out this week. And yesterday morning, the space shuttle tragedy. I was instantly transported back to January 1986, Mrs. Walton's sixth grade class, watching the Challenger explode live on TV. I think that experience made this one hit even harder.

When death visits so close to you, it makes you think about mortality for about a month, but then you forget about it again. You always think things like, "I've gotta take better care of myself." But then you don't. And you've got to go through the dead person's things, and pass them out to other people or sell them. What a creepy experience. I think all a dead person's things should be piled up and burned in a big bonfire. It would be a great time for everyone to come together, get drunk, and have a goodbye party. Hotdogs on a stick, anyone?

At least Louisville beat Indiana! But even college basketball couldn't be good to me. RMK is still looking for number 800. Let's go Tech!