Reboot

I am trying to re-create this site, which is a Frankensteinian mash-up of a half-dozen half-implemented web technologies that in some cases boast a vintage dating back to when the twin towers cast a long shadow in Lower Manhattan, all managed in a nested folder structure resembling an old crazy cat lady's junk drawer, and sprinkled liberally throughout with a jury-rigged hand-coded link structure and the wreckage of a decade of buttons and banner designs. Thousands of pages and images and rambles and scans, oh my. It probably looks like my brain from the inside.

And did I mention that I am trying to do this with no technical or design resources, in the picosecond of free time I have every day, borrowed from a sleep schedule limited by a mandatory 6 am wake up call?

Of course it doesn't matter, but the fact is, this site bugs me. It's sloppy, it's overabundant, it's like late spring, with the tipped-over peony blossoms splattered on the sidewalk like broken heads, and tattered poppy petals blowing around and sticking to everything like wet plastic bags, and aggressive armies of weeds surrounding anything you once tried to plant with anything like deliberation, but couldn't keep up with.

I can't take it anymore. Plus, it's weird and incoherent and abstract. Who the hell is this tiny dog persona I have been yapping behind for years? Can anyone explain it?

It's time for bed.