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a megaton dirty bomb 💥 of cray cray + cute shit

serverpimp://pznjoy.me // ver 1.2 💥 for effect

7.9.26

post #2


 

this isn't for you so much as for me, in case I'd forget, which I would if I didn't force my ass to sit down and write this for future reference.

 this is a field guide to my website. I had to make this for a new class I took. I'm in this kinda secret society of personal instructors who side hustle teaching bored adults in the hood how to paint, draw, write, read books, or do computer shit that's like sorcery for mere mortals. I got canned from the art class because I was getting everybody too drunk, self included with all the good 🍷(some of the students sure did jump ship to join my salsa side hustle class). so I decided to take my friend's web design course, which was boring but informative. boring because all fucken modern day 'design' is so predictive, over engineered, cookie cutter shit, and so is most of these fledgling communities of kids trying to remake the wild wild web of 1.0, today (and failing disastrously). I'll tell you exactly why that is:

  1. we didn't know wtf we were doing: everybody was a noob, and we learned by stealing code, making graphics, learning from books. there wasn't chatgpt or youtube.
  2.  people were still nice: they weren't judgemental, offended, offensive, or plain retarded like they are so proudly today (nor as political).
  3.  we weren't terrified of being real: exactly
  4. we didn't give a flying fuck what you or anybody actually thought: nor could we even if we wanted to!
  5.  we built communes: forums, or chat boxes at the very least, guestbooks these helped us get connected. and so did webrings obviously.
  6.  it was highly creative: the desire, urgence and fun of designing website(s) was compelling and rewarding.
  7.  you met others: you met other peeps online who might've been different, unknown, or unknowable but you clicked. 

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