Monthly Archives: June 2007

My name is mud mask Brain Dripping

My wife just attacked me with a mud mask. Here I sat ready to type out a blog about human nature and mountains when she slides up and starts smearing “warming” mud on my cheek. Then my chin. Next thing I know it’s EVERYWHERE and she says it’s detoxifying and I say it’s smelly.

What have I become.

I just had a look at myself in the mirror and I feel a little better. It just looks like I’m smeared over with vasoline. Not that being covered in vasoline makes me feel more masculine, but at least I don’t look like I’m supposed to be in a spa commercial. Yaurgh. I’d rather have coins on my eyes than cucumbers.

Ok, so anyway… as I’ve been Geocaching all over the state the past few weeks a pattern emerged that I had been noticing subconsciously my entire life….

Every time I crested a hill and found a nice high place with a view… I also found a fire ring. At first I wondered about the paleolithic remnant of our brains that insists that mountains need fire. Then I realized that even Mountain Men like to enjoy the view now and again, but male bonding isn’t possible without Beer or Fire or – better yet – Beer AND Fire. Then I reflected on the Mountain Boys who had been up here recently and had the same problem but instead of two guys toting a faggot of firewood up the hill, these two boys carried spray paint and wrote “faggot” on the rocks. I can only assume this was in brash defiance of the feeling that “if my friend’s hand brushes mine one more time I’m going to grab it and if he doesn’t pull away I’ll squeeze his hand tight in mine for the rest of my life”…

My mind tends to wonder while I wander.

Of course the truth of the fire-rings has nothing to do with human nature.

That is where the space ships land. Obviously.

Almost The End of an Era NewsSite Update

If you don’t touch your website on Geocities for a few ages they disable the account. I hadn’t touched My Original Website since the late 90s and it (finally) went disabled! Fortunately I somehow managed to remember my username and password and re-activated the site.

I realize now that I was really bummed about the site going down. At the time I was quite proud of my creation. I self-taught myself HTML before there were guides online or books in the stores. I created all of my own graphics from scratch pixel by pixel. More importantly, it was Mine. The worst part is that I realized I don’t have the site archived anywhere, Google doesn’t have it Cached any more and even the Wayback Machine doesn’t have a working copy. I thought it had really vanished for good this time.

Well, web historians needn’t worry because this scare has set me right. I’ll be archiving the site on the Ego Surfing page and my personal hard drive ASAP so that future generations shan’t be deprived of the worst website in the history of the World Wide Web!