In case you missed it, yesterday I replaced my page with an April Fool's Prank.
Jammed all last month's crap onto an archive page. Added a link to said archive page on this page and the other archive page.
New Stream.
Noticed Brent changed the URL of the Crappy Demo without telling me. Fixed the corresponding links.
Yesterday, I got bored and decided to make another FP patch. I decided, as such, to add an FP Hack section to the page.
That I finished the section on April 4th is appropriate, because Brent's link to the Tech Lab patch is now broken. (I've E-Mailed him to let him know.)
At any rate, I've removed the Tech Lab patch bit from the Top (you can still see it in the March Archive), added a link to the aforementioned FP Hack section to the aforementioned Top section, and fixed the link to the patch on the aforementioned archive page.
Added another patch to the FP Hack section.
New Stream.
Downloaded the Netscape 6 beta. Wrote a Stream about it.
I just found out they're planning to release a Game Boy Color version of what is possibly my all-time favorite side-scrolling action game, Mega Man X. Odds are, Nintendo's going to get me to shell out for yet another rerelease of a game I already own...it better not be "improved" like Link's Awakening DX...
New Life. Finally.
Found and fixed a case-sensitivity bug in the internal Life links on the December-February Archive Page.
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Last night was my senior prom.
As I draw close to the conclusion of my senior year, it seems impossible to avoid the growing belief that Alice Cooper is the greatest muse of the human condition in history.
Today's my dad's birthday. Yeah, 4/2. Brent says I'm the Son of the Chosen One.
And the world screams...kiss me, son of God!
Sorry. I had to.
Snow Days, Frickin' Heat, Transformers, and Teabags 
School was cancelled Friday due to a blown transformer. Since all desert kids envy people who get snow, we referred to the occurrence as a snow day.
In honor of the sacredness of the event, I watched Transformers (The Movie).
Ironically, ever since, it's been feeling suspiciously like summer, with the continued "benefit" of spring allergies. It gets frickin' hot here in the summer.
Saturday I had a zipper-related mishap, and still have a blister. The worst part is that it was my pair of shorts with the zipper that gets stuck. In a fit of anger and justice, and so's not to accidentally wear said shorts again (or accidentally give them to my brother as a hand-me-down), I cut out the zipper.
Today, in the spirit of "Don't make me go back there and act like a straight negroid" (see Stream of Consciousness, February '00), my friend Brad overheard someone shouting, "Damn...now I'm gonna hafta teabag my shit!" today. I'm not precisely sure what that means (the closest thing I've heard to a definition related to castration and reattachment, but this is unconfirmed), or even precisely sure if it's "teabag" or "T-bag" (the latter sounding far more like ebonics), but Brad's been saying it all day.
I'm having phone line problems. I keep getting connected at 16.8.
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I just installed the beta version of Netscape 6.0.
My initial reaction: Holy shit, what's Mozilla done to my Netscape install?!
Eventually, after searching fine print with a fine-toothed comb, I found that yes, it is supposed to look like that.
I had a stomachache last night. That's the only reason I was up at 11:15 writing this instead of sleeping.
With that in mind, I am going to digress. Odds are, if you are on this page at this time, you already know everything I'm about to say. However, there might be a few relative newbies, and besides, I need to justify my existence as a cynical nostalgianaut again.
Here's the thing: back when the Web was created, it was about creating a fast, reliable, multiplatform, multibrowser method of accessing multimedia content.
Netscape 1.0...kicked ass.
If you weren't there...you don't understand. No, trust me...you don't understand. Netscape was a wet dream...it was fast, it was versatile, and it made it easier to do things the other browsers already did...and websites designed for it still worked just fine on the other browsers.
Then the Web began to get big. People wanted a whole lot of unnecessary things. To that end, Netscape 2.0 was a disappointment to many: rather than focusing on improving the features in 1.0, it primarily included new features that, while flashy, didn't really enhance the Web experience.
Some may disagree with me, but I say Netscape peaked at 3.0. It had all the flair of 2.0, but was faster and had a stronger interface.
That's about when Microsoft committed its greatest crime. IE having finally caught on as a standard, Bill set out to do what he does best: crush the competition. With subtle but noticeable differences in HTML and Java (if I'm not mistaken, "™" still doesn't show a trademark symbol in Netscape), Microsoft forced Netscape to become, with versions 4.x, a slow and clunky browser trying desperately to play catch-up. With its foot in the door, IE was able to make speed and interface tweaks that left the titan sprawled in the dust coughing copius amounts of blood on passersby.
By the end, Netscape was so desperate that it became impossible to survive with its soul intact: in what must have been an incredibly difficult decision, the folk in charge chose acquisition by AOL over extinction.
However, as all this has transpired, a few underdog browsers, such as Opera, have been endeavoring to create browsers in the spirit of Netscape 1.0: reliable, fast, powerful. In that spirit, The Powers That Be at Netscape have been working, in the background, on Mozilla. Mozilla was the original beta name for Netscape 1.0, and for the past two years it has referred specifically to a frequently-updated, generally-beta browser intended more for programmer types than end-users. Netscape 6.0 is the final fruition of the past two years' Mozilla project: an open-source browser that has basically been rebuilt from the ground up. It's faster, it's smaller, and it's only missing a few features (AIM integration sucks, and you can't right-click on your Back or Forward buttons at this point).
All I have to say is long live the king.
...On another topic, I've heard several other possible definitions of "t-bag", but all of them relate somehow to testicles. Therefore, out of respect and general good sense, I must rescind my theory that t-bagging relates in any way to T. It is not, however, impossible that it relates to T's caulk.
I saw something unbelievably stupid on TV the other day. I caught a bit of MSNBC, which was, of course, it being almost the anniversary, doing some follow-up coverage of Columbine. (Gag...if there's one positive thing about this Cuban Boy deal, it's that it'll take some focus away from all that crap.) At any rate, it was an interview with a guy who was crippled after being shot up in the...shooting. He professed to having a breakdown recently after seeing a photo of those two schmucks on the cover of Time or Newsweek or something recently. He said that he can't stand seeing them all over the media like that, because it's exactly what they wanted.
...MSNBC went off on this for ten minutes.
There really are some days I wonder why I'm not the only member of the human race smart enough to breathe.
It seems like I had more to say, but I forget it. If I remember, I'll put it in a later Stream. ...I actually did that with 2/3 of my topics in this one.
Oh, right, I remember now. I went to a college orientation thing yesterday at Northern Arizona University. The girl who gave the speech about the Honors College explained that ethernet is faster than the Internet. And some cheerleader made a really idiotic acronym-poem out of the word "Passion". It turns out the "N" is for "Never Qutting". I guess the "Q" is silent.
I want to enroll in the CODA: College of Dumbass Acronyms.
...Oh...and my phone line's back up to 49.3 again.
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Games:
The Legend of Zelda, Bandai Satellite edition.
Books: Kurt Vonnegut's Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction. Which is, ironically, a collection of short fiction.