Hey, four years now without a journal entry. Looks like I did it -- I went another increasing interval without a journal, but I think I shan't do it anymore. World's gonna end soon enough a lot sooner than five years, right? Mayan predictions? Why no, I've heard of no such thing (and could obviously hear you over the internet and, um, in the past when I posted this). I was just going off of the state of things in general.
Today marks the thirteenth anniversary of my web site -- the same site that was almost destroyed because of all the time and effort I redirected into another web site (that ended up destroyed despite my time and effort).
Thirteen is a pretty big special number... I guess? Fridays are spooky in it, and groups of traveling dwarves are bad in it, so special it is. In web time, it is nigh unthinkable to last that long.
So what did I do to mark the occasion? Bupkis~!
Now, I didn't want to do nothing. Things just ended up that way. Doesn't help that the long weekend ere was spent at my folks' place, which -- while highly conducive to playing Overpower and old X-Men board games -- is highly unconducive to getting site things done.
I prolly coulda rushed some garbage update out, but some time ago, I decided to try and free myself from meaningless scheduled updates. All that did was force me to make poorer quality features, or incomplete features that were brought up-to-snuff in rapid upcoming releases after the initial look-at-me-I-made-the-target date.
Unfortunately, in reality, this new policy has just lead to me making almost no releases ever. I'm still doing stuff -- arguable as to whether less or more -- but it is never getting put out there. Without any self-imposed mandate and no market or demand for the wares I'm peddling, there is little reason to. Thus, I just keep plugging away at an array of features in a disorganized method, creating a horde of half-finished ideas and works that never see the light of day instead of a horde of half-finished works that do see the light of day.
And I openly acknowledge this fact yet still do it all the same.
And it isn't as though I didn't at least try to think of something to do. In fact, all this week, I was racking my brain for something of meaning that I could do for the occasion -- even one to which I do not want to hold myself strictly. I even opted on this non-work over actual work on other projects, thus delaying my other debuting-question-mark? to an even murkier future release date.
The moral of the story is: today is National Doughnut Day and I didn't get any doughnuts.
Listening to: Rhapsody of Fire
Reading: Plato's Republic
Eating: Not Doughnuts