Another Post

This is just another post to take up space and force the previous post down a notch and, I hope, out of view. That last one is really a waste, as posts go, and as so many of mine are. “Why not just delete it?” you might ask. Well, one of the rules of blogging is that you don’t delete posts: once published, they must stay.

Which causes me to ask myself, “Why are you doing this at all?” And further, “Why do you create and maintain seemingly worthless web sites and spend time learning programming languages and worrying about snippets of code that you don’t understand and can’t figure out?” Why? Hell, I don’t know. Some people play golf, right? Nobody asks them why, do they?

This computer stuff has sort of a stigma attached to it for those who really don’t understand, though. I mean, sometimes in the middle of the night I’ll get an idea and slip into my office and go to work. Harmless, right? No. My wife thinks I’m in there chatting with young girls and looking at porn. I’ve never chatted in my life and I don’t look at porn anymore. I’m just writing stuff, trying to learn a little PHP and MySQL, uploading files to my servers, tweaking a little HTML and CSS and generally wasting time and bandwidth. I guess that’s the problem, the wasting time. If I could only make a little money at it, that would show her, ha!

Anyway, I’ve wasted a lot of time in my life and will probably waste a lot more if I live long enough. Heck, time’s free isn’t it?

I also spend (waste) time playing classical guitar. Again, alone in my chamber. I work on scales and obscure 19th century pieces and struggle with difficult passages and lose sleep over bad practice sessions and (the other day) got so frustrated I almost destroyed my guitar. Why do I do this? Hell, I don’t know. If I could only make a little money at it, that would show her, ha!

That’s it, isn’t it? The money defines the thing. If it makes money it’s not a waste of time. I’ve never been good at making or holding on to money. When I don’t have it I can’t spend it and when I do I spend it up. Savings? Forget about it.

But I keep trying and wasting time and, yippee! I wrote my own autoresponder using PHP and MySQL and I nailed that Bach piece I’ve been working on and…hey, I think that about did it, didn’t it? Pushed that last post slam out of view.

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