I've made my first sell on E-bay today. My $200 dress that I only wore once years ago sold for $47.76, must more than any store would've given me for it. Now that I know how this works, I might start trying to sell some of my art.

Either Selina's picking up my talent for getting lost, or just my presence is enough. We ended up finding Beth's, then Ravena, trying to get me home from the Wet Spot.

To my Netscape 4 users:

I'm trying, I really am, but it's looking hopeless... I've scribbled code down at work. I had a brilliant idea, but Netscape 4 just won't cooperate—exactly the reason we need to support standards. The only other thing I can think to do would be run two separate "blogs" through Blogger, to have separate index pages, but for all the functionality that will give, you might as well stick to this page.

The Human Virus Scanner. I'm not going to post my results here, as it's long, but you can read them on the actual page..

My highest were Politics, which surprised me, Amiga, which doesn't surprise me in the least, and Hippyism, which I'm going to avoid self-incrimination and not comment on.

I have new toys for you.

On the same site as Guess the Dictator and/or Television Sit-Com Character I found an Anonymous Message Server, and Anonymous URL. (same page)

The anonymous message left for me said,

"You were expecting maybe the tooth fairy? Negatory. My friend's dog ate her dad's chocolate x-lax and had a seizure. Chocolate is toxic to dogs. Over and out, Muffy."

and URL was lowbrow.com

I've always thought Stephen King must hear voices, because that trait always makes it into the main characters of his books. I found the answer today in Tommyknockers:

As the sun went down, Anderson sat on her back porch staring across her garden toward the woods, and listened to the voices in her head.

In her junior year at college she had taken a Psychology Department seminar on creativity. She had been amazed—and a little relieved—to discover that she was not concealing some private neurosis; almost all imaginative people heard voices. Not just thoughts but actual voices inside their head, different personae, each as clearly defined as voices on an old-time radio show. They came from the right side of the brain, the teacher explained—the side most commonly associated with visions and telepathy and that striking human ability to create images by drawing comparisons and making metaphors.

This has always been one of my favorite Stephen King books because it can really scare me as intended.

Anyway, I found it disappointing to think that I'm not considered a creative person because I don't hear voices, at least not as clearly defined as in his books. I do, however, have internal conversations directed at another person I know, who will answer using their voice in my head. It's an easier way to sort out thoughts than thinking directly to myself, and now that I think about it, it doesn't sound that much different than his characters. Theirs are generally people they know as well.

If my hair was subject to a marketing department, I think someone would decide to call the color scheme "Harvest".

I used to wonder how alien races monitoring our commercials would perceive humans. A long while back, we seemed to be defined by our communal suffering from hemorrhoids, "Good news, my doctor says I don't need surgery!" followed by heartburn medicine galore. I wasn't sure what the latest is, not having a TV, until Karla said today, "Well, I'm singing the Viagra song."

While looking for a link to poutine, we found William Poutinen—a very good fetish photography site.

I'm being threatened with poutine to post a link to the Candians winning the gold for hockey.

I got spammed by god today.

Note: If you read yesterday's long post, yesterday, you may have missed new posts that were added later in the day. This is the disadvantage of chronological ordering. Ideally, you could choose which ordering you preferred, but that kind of thing is still beyond me. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm possibly going to make my Netscape 4.7 people happy.

I'm going to a rat/cheese/wine tasting party tonight, which I'm trying desperately not to call a "rat-tasting" party. So today was my first wine-buying experience. I don't know the slightest thing about wine, other than it comes in two colors, and even that's not necessarily the case it seems. Luckily a helpful person at Larry's Market was able to look at my cheese and hand me a bottle.

With Paul's fascination of me and furniture, he should check out furniture porn. "You won't believe what our furniture will do!"

I realized later I should probably explain my "replacement kitty". It's the stuffed leopard-kitty I gave Andrew for our cat-anniversary, which sleeps in my bed and takes his place when he's not around.

Now that that's all done... I can go to bed with my replacement kitty. (1:01 am)

I hope all of you appreciate the late nights I've been putting into this web site. :) Of course, most of the changes aren't visual once I got the main redesign published, but things should be working better in the background, small steps at a time.

First of all, if you're not using a standards compliant browser, it should be obvious by now this site doesn't work. You should also have a new window opened, if you have JavaScript enabled, with the Web Standards Project page. I didn't make it a redirect for the sake of not locking any doors.

I looked into making an alternate version to work in Netscape 4, but due to the nature of Blogger, I'd have to maintain two separate weblogs simultaneously—or else figure out the JavaScript syndication, if it does what I want, which wouldn't let me use any quotes in my posts. So—please support web standards and upgrade. Netscape 6.2 has been working great for me, and there's Opera if you want to be different.

I've recoded from scratch using XHTML 1.0. Once I finish the archives of individual posts, the entire site should validate. The beauty of X(HT)ML is keeping content and style separate, so happy-clicker also works beautifully in Lynx. This probably sounds like overkill for a small-audience weblog, but if you consider that this is what I want to do for a living, being a Web Goddess, then it should make sense. Besides, I've always been loyal to Lynx.

As for new features, I've added comment boxes in addition to the mini-blog. Now you can comment on individual posts. Please do, it makes me feel loved. :) The <link> is a direct link to the individual posts. If you wanted to link to my Oral Sex Donation button for example, it would be http://www.happy-clicker.com/archive/2002_02_10_archive.html#9593985.

As far as I know, everything is working at the moment.

"No donut could ever be as tasty as you are." – Andrew

Before I forget:

"Drag Queen Power" has to qualify me for the strangest dreams ever.

I wasn't the bad kitty in the cage last night.

The redesign is finished and mostly functional. Archives need work, for example, but the new features are up like, liking to individual posts (copy the <link> location once the archives are looking better) and comment boxes. The mini-blog is still there, but now you can comment on individual posts. Try it!

Sometimes I think Karma attacks me in my dreams. I had a dream this morning, taking place the day after Valentine's day, that Andrew broke up with me, giving only the reason that he couldn't handle the relationship.

I did a lot of writing today, with the cramped hand to prove it, very little of it for this site though. I did do some coding for the redesign in my head, and it feels strange having empty <p> tags suspended in my head.

Well if you haven't figured it out, I'm working on a redesign. Just give me a bit to get the little things worked out.

And I've gotten my first (99) donation(s) already!

Another toy at Brunching gave me this:

"You're obviously not a Playboy bunny." – man on the bus trying to figure out my kitty ears.

I love Brunching

"Thank Black and/or Decker for electric screwdrivers! I could probably get through the rest of my life without sanding, sawing or taking any interest in dovetailing, but I know that I have many pieces of cheap Swedish furniture to assemble before I sleep."

The Stranger had a good article on living cheap (very cheap), The Power of Positive Poverty

I'm a sex kitten!

Oops, I just found out the mini-blog type is too small to read on a Mac. I'll be working on that in the pseudo-redesign.