The Good Life... a weblog about life, technology, and the Opera Web browser

My site is currently down, but I'm still doing updates. My school is again having problems with permissions, thus the password prompt when you try to access my page. Hopefully this will get worked out before I leave on vacation....

For the first time since I started this journal, I had to ask someone to stop reading it. It really hurt me to do that, but I supposed she shouldn't have been reading it in the first place. Some of my posts spoke directly of her, if not to her, and it wasn't appropriate for her to read them. Sometimes it's just not right for another to know what's on your mind, however innocent and loving it may be.

...from Neil Gaiman's Stardust:

I am the most miserable person who ever live, he said to the Lord Primus, when they stopped to feed the horses feedbags of damp oats.

You are young, and in love, said Primus. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of unhatched chicks, pointed out Quintus.

He found his hands twining, almost of their own volition, into the star's wet hair. He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize how much he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called.