Re: It’s not that simple
submitted by DJGM2002
Friday May 31st, 2002 02:02:58 PM
As far as I’m concerned these days, if any webmaster is not interested in creating standards compliant pages, or cannot even be bothered to fix their already non-compliant pages, they should not bother creating a website in the 1st place.
Several years ago, Ontario’s Ministry of Transportation introduced seven-character licence plates. Since shortly after this event, they’ve been driving me batty. The new plates started, logically enough, with
AAAA-000, and proceeded through
AAAA-999 and then
AAAB-000; my own plate begins with “
AC”. But then came the most evil occurrence: plates beginning with
QWERTY touch-typist. Since grade eight the left-hand “home row” characters have been engraved in my brain:
ASDF. It’s second nature. After alphabetical order, “home row” order is the most recognizable sequence of letters I can think of.
One of these things is not like the other
Let me repeat that sequence:
F. Now compare it to that licence plate prefix:
F. The middle letters are reversed, and to a left-brained guy like me that is, simply, wrong!
I’ve been waiting for the day when
ASDF plates appear—in fact, I’m sure they have—but do you think I’ve seen any? No. I’m beginning to think that every
ADSF plate was issued in this city, and the
ASDF plates were only ever distributed to Moose Factory or Lively. (Not that I have any problem with either town… they’re just the smallest, recognizable, relatively remote places I could think of off the top of my head.)
There’s nothing that can be done, of course, short of the Oedipal solution. Fortunately I don’t know anyone named Jocasta, let alone anyone who might lend me any jewellery.
But the great thing about this teensy little character flaw—and the scariest—is that there are bound to be other people out there who feel exactly the same way. So this is my primal scream, and my announcement to the world that I’m a freak of nature who’s obsessed with a logical, innocuous, trivial, aggravating chain of alphanumeric characters. The quote from Peter Steiner above is slightly inaccurate: in weblogs on the Internet, everyone knows you’re a dog—because you tell them!
I’ve never been one who’s seen the point of so-called “weblogs” or “blogs”, and also never had much of an interest in creating my own. I kept a diary when I was younger, but found it a chore, and the content was fairly mundane as a result.
(Yup, I actually started each entry with “Dear Diary”.)
Today I had pancakes for breakfast. I went to school and did a spelling test.”
Today is Wednesday. We played baseball in gym class.”
And so on. I don’t think I kept at it for more than a month.
But I’ve discovered a growing personal interest in writing, and every successful writer I’ve encountered has said the same thing: the way to become a good writer is to write. (The same people also tell you to write only if you have something to say; but I’m going to ignore that advice for now.)
So why do I think this will go any further than my old diary? I’m not sure I do, but I’m going to give it a try. Do I think this will add anything of value instead of contributing to the preponderance of useless clutter (I won’t glorify it as “content”) on the ’Net? Unlikely. This page will be, if nothing else, an experiment to see if I have, or can develop, some marginal level of talent. That’s all I’ll promise—as the saying goes, “Never precede a demonstration with anything more predictive than ‘Watch this!’”