Tuesday 9 November 1999

Pic of the day: Screenshot from the old strategy game Master of Magic. It was this or me in my new pajamas. But since I spent most of the evening playing M.o.M, this was it. If in haste to see the pajamas, clamor in e-mail.

So, back to Earth. Yesterday I was to the dentist. He did not repair anything, but he did sharpen the partially broken tooth so that it cuts my tongue again. I guess this will help me remember the next appointment, on Monday. Then instead of returning to workplace, I went and had my hair cut. I really needed that. I do look better when I am not too newly cut, but my hair switches suddenly - overnight - from ideal to contrary. Suddenly I comb it in vain all day long, and there is no help but cutting it back. (I hope it is not too representative for me as a whole.)

Today, I bought some white boxer shorts and a grayish-blue pajamas. I could have used my credit card, but it is payday on Friday anyway. The pajamas is quite nice, I have to say. It is soft and comfortable and fits me well enough. I'm wearing it right now. Not that there's anyone here to watch. The importance of PJs to the online community is something I've learned from the cult hit JenniCam. Jenni once admitted to having more PJs than other clothes, if I remember correctly, and certainly this looks likely. I gave up on collecting them all, but I'm sure many people are still trying.

As I tend to mention, it was JenniCam that led me on the path to online journalling, and she does actually write a sporadic journal too. I read about her site in a family-oriented computer magazine here in Norway, and decided to find out what this was all about. This again led me to CornerCam of New Zealand, which I liked even better. I've tracked the various incarnations of that site for quite a while, but it seems to be disappearing now. Last I heard, the 24-hour webcam was closed down and the site had moved again, now with the less than descriptive name psychowhore. Oh well. Anyway, it was Debs of CornerCam that inspired my first JPG diary. If you look at my entries of one year ago, the layout is almost as close as you get without actually cutting and pasting HTML (something I would not do).

Of course, to look at my entries of one year ago, the Crosswinds.net server has to be up and running again. It has been spotty, to say the least, ever since they moved to New York a week ago. I like them, they offer great value for no money, but right now I'm happy that I don't have them as my main webhost. Or the diary would have been unavailable so long that you might all have believed me dead. One week without updating would be quite extreme for me!

It is sort of funny: I am not a very social person. Even as a small child, I tended to spend quite a bit of time alone. In fact, most of my childhood memories are of being alone, along the rivers and streams, in the woods and the mountain. My best friends label me un-social and even asocial. But I'm quite happy to write (and read) journals and e-mail, and even play online roleplaying games or "chat" on the IRC. Though I still am not quite hooked on that. I use to be online an hour or so, depending on the company. A bit more when Amber was there.

I am quite possibly the type who could go for online romance, if I could go for romance at all. However, I am not. Aylin of ::::heavy sigh:::: claimed in her 7.nov entry that to fall in love, you must be lonely, not content alone. Perhaps so. That would certainly explain why I do not fall in love, as I tend to have a great time in my own company. On the other hand, I have a Best Friend who I think is better than nothing. In fact, I checked off against Aylin's list of what love is, and the match was pretty accurate. Yet, most of the time I do not really miss her. I love to be around her, but I don't hate being without her.

But I think I should stop that now, because I know I tend to go on and on if I start writing about her. So, time to upload and wave at my online friends, then off to the double-sized bed that I share with two duvets and assorted pillows. And a spanking new pajamas. Yay material possessions! ;)