¯    What's All this, then?

 

It's a website.  Everyone's got one these days.  There's

even the ubiquitous blog.    But it's mostly a showcase for

my artwork, photos, projects etc. 

 

¯   It's not very fancy for a showcase.

 

Well I'm just learning webdesign, so screw off. 

 

¯    Why didn't you just get someone else to do it?

        You're in the Bay Area, you must know some webdesigners.

 

I wanted to do it myself, ok?  It's my website, so you'll just have to

bear with the process of me learning html.  By the way, if you have a

problem with the navigation or accessing images please let me know.

I probably forgot a quotation mark or something.

 

¯    They have programs that do that stuff for you, you know.

 

Yeah, I know.  I just like learning code is all, even though it's immensely

frustrating.  I'll get to the cool program stuff in due time.

 

¯    Geek.

 

    Are you finished?

 

    No.

¯    What the hell is "obsidity", anyway?  Is it even a word?

 

Oh, that.  Uh, no it's not a real word.  My brain made it up. 

Or I received it from those higher beings that like to control your dreams.

Whatever you want to think. It kind of reminds me of obsidian and absurdity.

Darkly strange.  It was a book I was supposed to read for a class.

The rest of the dream is here.

 

 

¯    Well, what was the book about?  Was it good?

 

Look, it had just been assigned, I didn't read it.  It was something about the

 sun melting plastic.  Go read the rest of the dream if you're so interested.

 

¯    It reminds me of "obscenity".

 

Sometimes it sounds like that out loud, in a crowded room when

someone is trying to get my attention.  But you're seeing it in print,

so that should clear that up.

 

 

¯    I've mistakenly read it as "obesity", as well.

 

Actually, so have I.  I've learned to accept all the odd connotations

and confusion this title brings up.

 

¯    Wait, back up.  People call you that in real life?

 

Only if I first met them on the web under this moniker. Not, like,

that kind of meeting, though.  Really.  Just to hang out with friends.

 

Stop looking at me like that. 

 

¯    So what's your real name,  Jennifer or something?

 

It's just as hard to understand as this one, unfortunately. 

I mean, you'd think my subconscious would come up with something

a little easier to represent my new persona.

 

¯    Yeah, what's up with that?

 

I don't know.  It thinks it's being funny, or something.

It can be kind of difficult to live with, sometimes.

 

¯    Hmm.  Sucks for you.

 

  Yeah, I know. Now go look at pictures.

 

 

 

 

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