It’s weird to think just how old I am yet how young I am at the same time. It’s a real mind fuck. As well as this domain being as old as fucking Facebook (it’s technically younger by like seven months as Zuck’s domain was in April of 2004 and this one in November of the same year) yet I have tried for too damn long to update my end of Zucker’s microblogger megaadvertising slop rather than update this one. With his site pushing certain oddities onto me I say no more! I have this crown jewel of my entire online presence (it’s the oldest active piece of me on this world wide web, after all) as well as an… “extension” of sorts to plop my art on. As is I plan to transition EVERYTHING I EVER MADE ART WISE FROM EVERYWHERE to that domain over time, and exclusively update that domain first and see if whatever I made is worth uploading to the rest afterwards. As is I plan to not delete my socials and whathaveyou.. for archive sake on top of not allowing a means for dipshits to impersonate me, which believe me, is a bigger problem than I want to even acknowledge. I’m not going to promise regular updates on here, or anywhere really. I mean, for fuck’s sake, it’s been a “promise” that became a fucking running gag with one of my oldest series I eventually plan to reboot a second time. I am of course referring to The Whirled Report… formally known as Weekly Whirled Report.. and honestly during the original reboot, didn’t do too bad actually trying to maintain those weekly drops, however, it’s obviously something I was never great at doing, for valid reasons or just pure apathetic laziness, if I’m going to be blunt on that. Going back to the original feelings that sparked this entry.. I was working on an easter egg of sorts for way too damn long than it realistically should have, however the extended time came from two causes:
1. Stuck using Ubuntu instead of Windows for creative software due to my poor Bohemian ass being unable to afford even a cheap ass computer with the requirements for that damned 11 (Not chancing having stuck with Windows 10 from October last year on due to a random cyber attack every so often, even though I could have found a way to maintain it safely, didn’t trust my situation to maintain what I needed to maintain)
and 2. Didn’t quite realize quite how out of touch my Hall of Oates ass truly is… like the HTML code I initially used was way outta time.. like it was OG HTML I learned from Funky Chickens (actually visited it whilst typing this outta curiosity… and while it’s actually still online… because it hasn’t been updated since November 23, 2006 according to the site it broke at some point and is practically unusable.. sad really) so that was already a subconscious burn alone, however to make matters worse I didn’t realize at some point autoplaying media with sound enabled is a universal no-no now. Like I was scratching my head wondering if my code wasn’t working and apparently it was, just the browsers did not honor that outdated slop my stubborn ass churned out. So I ultimately had to redesign what I had in mind for the easter egg to be more modern and actually able to be not only used, yet enjoyed. And don’t worry, it doubles as the redirected page for the 404 error, god forbid your dumbass doesn’t know how to properly punch in an actual live and existing URL, at least you’d have a decent laugh. And at the end of the day (or beginning rather considering the time I’m writing this) laughing is a much, much needed and highly desirable commodity to get myself through this fucking muck I’m in. I may blog about bits and pieces or another brain dump a la this post sometime in the near future to just put it out there for those interested, on top of archive sake, of course. Until then, I can only hope for a Green Day as my jaded brain stews on this holiday down the boulevard of broken dreams to wake me up when this bender ends.