Reading: Miles Errant by Lois McMaster Bujold
Music: random NPR
TV/Movie: Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story
Link o' the Day: The Dungeons of Daggorath.

Not a lot to report on today. It was mostly work--catching up on some of the weekend stuff and chasing down loose ends on some projects that haven't been closed yet. I've been approached by two potential clients for new projects. I'm still in the negotiation stage, but it's nice to be wanted. One thing I really need to do is update my official webpage, and most importantly, my freelancer webpage. Both are sadly out of date. I've been relying more on info presented here and at facebook, but when you run a google search of me, they aren't the first places that appear. My webpage is.

So I'm going to try and get a retooled, new and improved version up by the end of the month.

No excuses.

Somewhere, tho, I must still have the code for my very first webpage from 1996 someplace. I have some disks with e-mails dating back to 1990. I don't think I have anything saved from before that, although my first use of e-mail was in 1985. Hmm, and my first computer interface was a Tandy in 1981. So jeez...(counting on fingers and toes)...I've been "hooked up" to one degree or another for over a quarter of a century.

Weird to think about. I'm so tempted to descend into a "when I was a kid, we didn't have no fancy cellphones, and to us, a handheld game was a fake gun you fashioned out of a tree branch." But that would make me sound old. Still, I can't write off the feeling that the future is now. With a GPS in the car, a cellphone that keeps me in touch with people around the world--even if I'm on the terlet. More computers than TVs in the house, plus a few handheld devices that are practically computers. My television is on demand. I can listen to RadioThailand anytime I want.

And it makes me think that kids today (dang kids!) are taking all this great technology for granted, never having had to live without it. I'm thinking there should be an island someplace (someplace nice...I'm not a monster) with a big technology-killing electromagnetic field surrounding it. We pack off every kid at say...age 15...to live there for a year sans instant communication and instant entertainment. Maybe make them appreciate life more.

Or maybe...just maybe...make them suffer because that is what all adults secretly wish to do with kids at one time or another. For their own good, of course. Like I said...

I'm not a monster.

hehe.

Okay, so that's a mini-rant. Disorganized and served up like a curry made by college students.

Today's link visits a webpage dedicated to a classic TRS-80 game called The Dungeons of Daggorath. Jeez...how to describe this game. It was groundbreaking at the time--1982. 3D graphics. Kind of like the old "Doom" games, but only 8K in size...TOTAL. They didn't have much computing space back then, so code was tight, tight, tight. It's a worthwhile page to look through as a historical curiousity. The grammar and spelling are pretty bad, but there's an interview with the game's creator.

Cheers!