08-24-2003, 04:54 AM
1: I am still not done coding HTML! I keep pushing the deadline back and back. I've corrected everything that was wrong with the original Diablo History Project. I've added about 30% of the information given to me to the DHP. I've finished the patch history. The memorable quotes page actually exists now. But my HTML stinks. I spend an hour typing, and another hour fixing everything. Just ONE LITTLE MISSING SLASH can screw things up. When I return to school, I can finally update my JRE so I can run Arachnophilia, which is supposed to add my tags for me. One can only hope.
2: Things are not looking good for my HC characters.
- Effexor: died in Act 2 because I couldn't leave that LEB alone. A shame, too--I just made Steel.
- Paxil: tri-elemental sorc, committed suicide by running smack into Rakanishu and firing charged bolts.
- Prozac: sword barb, met his death on the friggin' Blood Moor when I went AFK and forgot to pause the game.
- Wellbutrin: I was proud of my sacrifice/shockadin. I thought he had real potential. Players8 and Grizwold do NOT mix. (And he just gambled the neatest pair of gloves!)
- My final try at happiness was Celexa, an assassin. When she got mobbed by Blood Raven's undead and sprayed across the cemetary in meaty chunks, I gave up.
3: Picked up NWN, and told myself I couldn't open it until the DHP got published online. It might as well just stay here. :unsure:
4: In less than 24 hours, I will be back at Hollins. So why am I not fully packed yet?
5: Answer: my stuff is coated in a thick layer of grout dust and smells like it's been chain-smoking Marlboros. I actually think I'm running out of Febreze.
Not everything looks down, however. It's been a groovy summer, even though most of my Lurker Lounging has been a series of drive-by pathos mixed with exuberance. Things could have been a *lot* worse.
My writing has not fallen by the wayside, although it's intended for a mature (15+) audience, and probably people who've played Baldur's Gate II.
I wish all the college Lurkers a safe return to their places of education, and everyone else a return to normalacy, if any such place exists.
Ciao, bebes!
2: Things are not looking good for my HC characters.
- Effexor: died in Act 2 because I couldn't leave that LEB alone. A shame, too--I just made Steel.
- Paxil: tri-elemental sorc, committed suicide by running smack into Rakanishu and firing charged bolts.
- Prozac: sword barb, met his death on the friggin' Blood Moor when I went AFK and forgot to pause the game.
- Wellbutrin: I was proud of my sacrifice/shockadin. I thought he had real potential. Players8 and Grizwold do NOT mix. (And he just gambled the neatest pair of gloves!)
- My final try at happiness was Celexa, an assassin. When she got mobbed by Blood Raven's undead and sprayed across the cemetary in meaty chunks, I gave up.
3: Picked up NWN, and told myself I couldn't open it until the DHP got published online. It might as well just stay here. :unsure:
4: In less than 24 hours, I will be back at Hollins. So why am I not fully packed yet?
5: Answer: my stuff is coated in a thick layer of grout dust and smells like it's been chain-smoking Marlboros. I actually think I'm running out of Febreze.
Not everything looks down, however. It's been a groovy summer, even though most of my Lurker Lounging has been a series of drive-by pathos mixed with exuberance. Things could have been a *lot* worse.
My writing has not fallen by the wayside, although it's intended for a mature (15+) audience, and probably people who've played Baldur's Gate II.
I wish all the college Lurkers a safe return to their places of education, and everyone else a return to normalacy, if any such place exists.
Ciao, bebes!
UPDATE: Spamblaster.