Smallhouse Log

Friday
"I wouldn't cook my baby!" -Laura, 06/17/2008

I enjoyed listening to The Hold Steady a lot more a week ago.

Though I should by cleaning and preparing to move the contents of my physical environment, I have instead spent some time cleaning up and transferring (with the help of the really quite nice robots I built) old log entries to the new system. The earliest available post is now this one from late second year. Hoo-ray, antiquity! I was told recently that when there's nothing to do in the summer, reading the entire archives of a person's website is just the thing. Creepy as that is, I'll see what I can do to get it all online once more.

"They both fell from heaven; the difference was where they would land."

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I did four more files worth, putting me all the way back to winter break, second year. I didn't look through them very closely, so there's probably as much embarrassing html as embarrassing moments from my past. That's as far back as I can go without rewriting part of the robots; they'll need to be a bit cleverer to parse the older entries.