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You will probably not hear a peep of whining about my summer class. It's very easy for me to forget in the 12+ years I've been traipsing around the net that everyone can surf but many don't have a clue about the mechanics of it. Last night we were taught how to hammer out HTML in Notepad & FTP it. I tried going at the prof's pace, but finally I couldn't stand it anymore and half listened as I went my own way. Everyone else uploaded blank white pages with one or two lines of blank text for their starter pages. Mine was purple with an alt-tagged and centered Jedi picture of Kieran from his birthday, some bullets about me with hyperlinks, and my scrambled email (the AT and DOT stuff). I refuse to do a clickable link since I have enough email volume at work and the spam filter for the university misses a fair chunk of crap already.
I helped out a few students sitting near me, and was slightly amused when the prof began losing a bit of patience with those who truly still didn't get it after over two hours. Those nearby me looked at my purple Kieran page and thought I was some internet goddess. I humbly replied that I've just been online and around geeks for a dozen years and can do basic stuff by osmosis. I deliberately have no web page to my name now, and am a borderline Neo-Luddite. In fact, I'm considering doing my research project this quarter regarding the lovely paradox of disseminating information about Neo-Luddism on... the internet. It's just too funny to pass up.
The one thing about class last night that grated on me worse than fingernails on archaic chalkboards which are a rare sight on campus now?
The prof kept calling gifs 'jifs'. Is there a J in the word gif? NO! It's GIFS, like gifts without the T! AGGGGH!
Calm blue ocean. Fulfill residency requirements & complete your Communication major, admire how far COMS has come with the internet since you left it in California, float on ok.
I helped out a few students sitting near me, and was slightly amused when the prof began losing a bit of patience with those who truly still didn't get it after over two hours. Those nearby me looked at my purple Kieran page and thought I was some internet goddess. I humbly replied that I've just been online and around geeks for a dozen years and can do basic stuff by osmosis. I deliberately have no web page to my name now, and am a borderline Neo-Luddite. In fact, I'm considering doing my research project this quarter regarding the lovely paradox of disseminating information about Neo-Luddism on... the internet. It's just too funny to pass up.
The one thing about class last night that grated on me worse than fingernails on archaic chalkboards which are a rare sight on campus now?
The prof kept calling gifs 'jifs'. Is there a J in the word gif? NO! It's GIFS, like gifts without the T! AGGGGH!
Calm blue ocean. Fulfill residency requirements & complete your Communication major, admire how far COMS has come with the internet since you left it in California, float on ok.
