Aquarionics

Got a job for a bit. Did it, got paid.

Nuff said.

Back to redesign and stuff.

Randomness happened on IRC last night, which was fun. You haven’t lived until your IRC persona is being ripped to shreads by a cat…

Anyway, Do you know what happens when you send email? People resond.

Email. The communication of the new millenniummmmm

Okay, Aquarionics Design 2.4.4 is back (2.4.4 is the design with Microsoft’s Smarttags system disabled, until I can get the system working in my favour :-) The version numbering system, factfans, is Rethink.Design.Revision. Aquarionics 1 was the old Aquarion site on Future/Easyspace/BTi/Freeserve and all the other places it wenr before I bought the domain, where it became rethink 2. I’m currently working on what will be Rethink 3, (Project as yet unnamed. This means that Project Touchstone *isn’t* Aquarionics2 as random people have guessed.)

Main updates to this include the reintroduction of the “Where is Nick?” box, the removal of all smart-tags, and the increased reliance on Server Side Includes. Every time I get a new technology, I wonder how I lived without it. The same is true of PHP now as it was of SSI. Ahh well, back to the grindstone. Tomorrow is my brother’s birthday, and the day for finishing Project Sacrifice (The networking/server project, pointless fact fans) and then I go back to learning Perl.

Spendin’ most my life, livin’ in a geeksters paradise…

I have, sitting on my Harddrive, about eight complete redesigns for Aquarionics. This is one of them (I design them on a 800*600 “Scratch” graphic, then recreate them in HTML. I do this fairly often :) It took me about half an hour to get from the scratch graphic to the design you see before you. Don’t worry, it’ll be back to normal soon)

Otherwise life is not excitng atm. Still unemployed. Still working to learn stuff. Still waiting for result.

Okay, Slight delay. since previous updates. Stuff has failed to happen on epic scales.

First, my computer bits, arrived. Then my cheque, then Tropico, Final Fantasy VII, A Playstation, A New Book entered my life in quick sucession, followed shortly (as in, next week) by my new glasses. I’ve spent far too much money this week.

Second, my grandmother went in and out of hospital (I don’t know why I didn’t mention that last week) with broken ribs. She looks better now, although my grandad has objections to the length of my hair…

Thirdly, A Friend took an overdose last night (of ibuprofen), lonecat talked her down and though it, while I was playing FFVII. I feel such a moron you wouldn’t belive, because I was there when it happened, but the reality of it didn’t register until lc phoned me later. I need to pay more attention.

He stopped on the road away from Pyratic.

He turned his back to his destination, and reviewed both the road he had travelled and the city that lay beyond it. Never was there a place like it, and nowhere could there ever be again. Darkness was falling, and he was far from the only person on the roads at this time of the evening. Resisting the tide of people fleeing from the burning remains of what had once been the Magictions Quarter hundreds of years ago, before the war. Why it was called Pyratic had been lost, along with the thousands that had lived there in the time. Now it was living up to it’s name, as the flames flickered and lit up the sky and the other three city areas, divided by the Wall. If you looked with a magictions’s eye, you could see the guards atop the wall, throwing water and rocks at flames and refugees respectivly. The last thing the city needed was the fire spreading, so the first thing the Poltack had ordered was the closing of the gates to all but those who could prove their address was not in the poorest district.
Jascain, however, had recently fallen upon hard times. His soot blackened clothes conspired with the ragged canvas bag at his back to make him look like one of the more wretched denzins of Pyratic. It could be said that who knew him would be shocked to know of his fall from grace as one of the foremost artists of the City, but those who knew him then would never even know he existed now, the same way he stopped existing as soon as his work – and him, though not in that order – fell out of the Poltack’s daughters favour.
The flunkies and hangers on who he thought of as his friends at that time had dropped him like a bad apple. On the way down, you find out who your friends are, he doubted he had a real friend left.

Except.

And that was the word that changed it all. “Except”. Except maybe, if he was lucky, and if he hadn’t totally destroyed whatever friendship there had been by that argument long ago, there may still be the slightest possibility that…

He was fooling nobody, least of all himself, but that sliver of hope was all that remained. In the last month, he had lost his life, his Fianc, his dream, and now his house and all he owned. There was only one place he could go now.

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