Like a Reflection on a Car Crash

Wow, that went really fast. I've never taken a winter class, and I knew it was going to go quickly but GEEZ. Oddly though, I do feel like I learned a lot.

I'm already a blog addict. I have one on deadjournal. One on livejournal. One on each of three obscure and long-forgotten blog sites for different reasons. One dedicated to my quest of watching 250 movies this year. (Yeah, this is shameless self-promotion.) One on facebook for random thoughts. Seriously, this writing thing and sharing it with people who couldn't care less--it's old news to me.

However, having to post blogs on time and having it be so shortly after I get home from work... it was tough. I'm sure there's a reason for having it be 11 pm, but it would be so much easier to have it be midnight. Technically, arriving home from work at around 10:15 should give me enough time, but there's truth to the winding-down myth. It's hard to move from 8 or 9 hours of working straight into more working.

I think blogger was a good option. I only wish that I'd been able to use the pop program I already have for my other journals (I wasn't kidding, I do this too much). For some reason, it seems easier to me to just open a simple program from my desktop than to navigate to a staggering, what, 3 pages? Such work!

It's odd to me that this is new to people, not going to lie. In my mind, basic and slightly-past-basic html knowledge is just.... a given. Knowing how to create your own link or image code, or format your text and sizing--that all seems like it's simple stuff. I guess I only know a bunch of nerds...

However, I did enjoy this class and absolutely loved the opportunity to make references and have them understood. My friends aren't as .... we'll say immersed as I am, not at all. I mentioned Liza Minelli once and got the blankest stare I have ever seen.

I nearly cried.