so today i’m filling in the missing parts of this travelogue. there’s a period of about six months starting in june of 2006 that i’ve skipped (save the fic) since i’d rather not remember anything i don’t have the scars to remind me of. added tags too, though that was trivial. there’s a strange double-post thing going on sometimes as well. not sure what the deal is there, but i’ll hunt it down when i feel like i want to dig through the code some more.

i really need to add a search feature. as in, really. the tags are intended to make finding things easier by category, but until i get everything labeled it’s still going to be a bitch and a half to navigate.

so here’s the wish list, not in priority order:

search: cuz, why not? might just use google though.

tag cloud: pointless at the moment, maybe less so in the future. beats having a directory.

excerpting and a ‘more’ page: these pages can get long.

pagination for the tags listing pages: could also get long.

fixing all the auto-markup, whether by direct exclusion in the markup finder or by fixing the text on a case-by-case basis.

directing back to the post after edit to save a round trip.

some links and such to my usual haunts: delicious, flickr, etc.

there is a world next to this one .. only, it’s not really, it’s only in my head .. only it’s not that either. it’s a lot different than i thought; more dangerous, and much, much more real.

i have been exploring it for years. now it wants to explore me – and you – and the place where we live. things are about to change, and not for the better.

and i have a feeling it’s all my fault.

sorry.

james awoke with a strangled gasp, sweating. he sat up, the motion sensors in the room telling the home’s expert system to raise the lights just enough for him not to trip over his shoes.

6:45am

to his left, jamie stirred. she woke with him, as she always did, regardless of the reason.

“another nightmare, baby?” she asked through sleepily lidded eyes.

“something.” he blinked the sleep away. “central: open morning news.”

the wall ahead swam with information. video feeds sized by freshness and james’ arcane inference rules. scrolling text feeds harvested from the blogosphere on a number of topics. weather. a city overlay with air quality, traffic patterns. all the king’s men. the program adjusted the audio based on where his eyes landed on the wall, some streams crisp English, others the smooth sexless voice of the translator.

“so noisy,” she said. he smiled.

“trying to wash the bad dreams away.”

“with more bad dreams?”

yeah. he knew. he reached for the manual controls to adjust the audio volume. (the concept of ‘video volume’ occurred to him, as it always did. he vowed once again to do something with it someday.)

gone. odd.

“hey, where’s the remote?”

Jamie mumbled something, rolled over. she would be insufferable if he didn’t get up and around, and let her have her beauty sleep.

not that she needed much, he thought, smiling. that flash of beauty had stolen the last of the cobwebs from his consciousness, and with them the … [read more >>]