Sunday 9 April 2000

Pic of the day: All this resting makes me tired.

I celebrated the annual German Bashing Day by writing an appropriate entry for the World Year Project. It will appear one of the next days, if ever.

Apart from that, it was Sunday, and a sunny day too. I guess that would be a good excuse to get out in the fresh air and what not. I stayed in my pajamas all day. And as you may know, my forays outdoors in pajamas are reasonably few and far between, and even then not always too successful. So basically this was a no-exercise day, or as close as they come without staying in bed. I did not even shave. The height of activity, I guess, was kneeling and getting to my feet again. :)

Don't let that last statement fool you into believing that I am a pious man. I have deep respect for truly pious people. But you would perhaps be shocked if you knew just how sinful I am. Actually, almost certainly you would; I know I am shocked sometimes myself. Now I know that some, or even most, of my readers think sinful is good. So I shall certainly not boast of it. And I didn't say you were so much better! But you just might be, without even knowing.

Just because I don't have much of a life, does not mean that my Sims have been resting on their Laurels. They have bought a house, had a fire, and raised a kid over the last two days. See my SimDiaries - "sim days are not like other days" - at my pathetic Sims Tribute site, which also houses the SimScribbles. I can't promise a daily SimDiary, though. It's not like I have the day off every day.

Yeah, that's going to drive hordes of new readers to my site.

There was a question (again) on the journals mailing list, about how to get one's journal noticed. Speaking from personal experience, I'd say that having a rare surname and curious, computer-literate relatives is a good start...

But the funny thing is that some people who write online diaries, claim that they do not really care about readers. They don't write for an audience, they write for themselves. Hmm. If so, they go out of their way to hide in the open. The Internet is not exactly the most private place on this earth. Now this made me think about the ostrich, that big bird who is said to hide out on the plains by sticking its head in the sand. Now I got this incongruous mental image of scattered diary writers all over the map with their heads in the shrubs. Be sure to post a JPG picture if this applies to you... Me, I unabashedly write for you, not just for me. (Though I do enjoy it.) I aim for a small, elite group of readers. People with the intelligence to recognize irony when they see it.

Of course, some people write under a false name or otherwise try to hide their identities. I can see how this can be handy for women who don't want horny stalkers, and rich people who don't want robbers. (Not that I know many rich people who write on-line journals at all.) This is probably something you would consider if you want to take up the habit of online diary writing too.

Yeah, likely people will be inspired to follow in my footsteps...

So, how was my day? Well, hurting under my right eye bites. But making my own dinner is a definite plus - even if I suddenly had to run for the bathroom just as I should sit down to eat. Shit happens. It could be worse, ask some old people. And curling up in the sunbeam after a shower is a delicious luxury. I love these spring days when it's cold enough to enjoy the heat! Beats German-bashing any day.