The great bane of my existence.

I was born in 1982. This put me in the time of analog. My tv didn't have a remote, it had a dial. I had to get up and go and change the channel.

I didn't get a computer in the house until I was in my teens. Not that I had any idea what to do it with anyway. My mom loaded some computer games, commander keen, duke nuke em, etc. It didn't hold my attention for long. I spent most of my days either reading or adventuring. I kept a journal, but had zero desires to be an author.

I guess what I am trying to say is that I'm from a weird generation that was analog and moved into a digital age in my late teens when I needed to know how to type, produce papers for university, and following that the age of social media. I am mostly a consumer of that media and prefer to outsource any sort of computer work. But. Here I am. One year later. Working on this website again......sigh. I'm not sure if it is my attention span, the lack of mouse, the fact that this computer is an under powered chrome book (working MILES better than the mac I was using for 10+ years prior to this thing, or maybe.......maybe this is just not my thing.

I find making this website work uncomfortable and annoying and I'd rather spend my days shifting compost than working on it. Nothing seems easy, everything seems wrong and basically I hate it.

That's my rant. It's over now.