Sunday 31 January 1999

Pic of the day: The road home.

OK, so I caved in and played music and wrote fantasy fiction till 4 in the night. And I haven't even really started to tap the potential for fluffyness in the newest music I have. I know I really should have done something else. Sleeping, preferably, but a lot of other things. Just not write fluffy semi-romantic magic fantasy while playing Infinity and inadvertently dropping my bowl of riven cheese upside down on the floor.
And of course I had to involve some of the people from the previous story. Though I guess it wasn't much of a spoiler: The hero gets the chubby girl and they live happily till next book. This time I've found something a bit more challenging. But I'm sure the craze will pass well before the story is finished.

Soapbox: Internet shares. I sooo agree with Alan Greenspan (but then again I always do). The current rush to Internet shares on the stock market is pure lottery. The problem is however not that most of the companies are going to disappear, as Greenspan predicted. The problem is that those who survive, are not going to be worth a lot. There is a reason for this:
The day you try to cash in on your position on the Net, customers are going to shy away. OK, make that a week. Amazon.com gobbles up some significant market share right now, but they do so by buying books for $10 and selling for $9. Which is great for us customers. But what happens the day they set up prices to cover their real costs? That day, my friend, webheads are going to read the news online like they tend to do every day. And the news say "Amazon.com raises prices!" and the more active journalists are probably going to place a link to amazon.com and to a couple of competitors who have NOT raised their prices. Guess where people will go.

OK, down from the soapbox. I copied my favorite tracks from Infinity's CD "www.happy-people.net" to my minidisc. Of course I have lost the handbook somewhere in the chaos, but I still managed to get it right in the end. The disc now contains a gradual change of music, starting with really self-pitiful country ("..can't stand seeing you leaving tonight" etc) and over gradually more cheerful love songs, ending with the extremely upbeat dance songs from Infinity. And the funny thing is that I haven't needed to edit the order of the songs, at least until now. It seems that during the time I've recorded this disc, my choice of music has gradually changed. I hope this is a good thing. It sure looks like it.

Then again: Last night I washed my hair and brushed it up really good, so when I went to bed my hair was all nice and fluffy and smelled good. And I tucked myself in on the wall half of my big bed and noticed that there was no one there to ruffle through my hair. And that's the way it's going to be, for ever and ever ... I bet some people could have felt just a little bit depressed for a moment there. (As if anyone would've felt like ruffling my hair at 4 in the morning, or even letting me into bed at that ungodly hour! MUAHAHA!)

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