Ok, so now everyone is asking, "why the heck did THOMAS go and do this?" Well, the answer is simple. Unemployment induced boredom combined with RPG's. (One or the other of those is frequently behind any of the wierder stuff I do.)

Venture with me now, into my life. It was early Saturday morning, May 22nd. About an hour or so after the first session of the online game of Gurps that started that morning at a horribly early hour after playing D&D with my friends until well after 1am, and not getting back home until shortly after 2am. So there I was with about 5 hours sleep at the most, and talking with one of the other players about their character, and I thought to myself, "This would be much easier if I could post something online for other people to look at." And so I asked him if Geocities was a good place to get a site, since David just got one for K-Orp, but he said go for Tripod or Xoom first. Well, since Xoom never works for me, and Tripod seemed to be having a bad day, suffering some serious lag, here I am with Geo. Well, they've all got popups anyway, and with the new version of MSIE, closing popups doesn't cause those pesky execution faults and an MSIE crash. Shoulda upgraded months ago.

Anyway it's almost 2AM, Saturday night now. It took about 7 hours to download MSIE 4.1 so I could do this right (5.0 was WAY too big) (Anyone wanna sell a 1 to 1.5 gig HD to me?), and then try to coax my computer into giving me enough space on C:. I ended up having to move my memory cache to D:, but I found a bunch of AOL and similarly crappy browsers ZIPPED on my HD from my ISP's installation CD! They took up 30 megs! (Only YJ knows just how much 30 megs means to me.) SOooo, it's rapidly encroaching 2AM, and after floundering in HTML code for a while, I followed some links that Night Owl (One of the U.V.) sent me to look at, it was quite neat. And then I accidentally stumbed onto FrontPage Express, which is remarkably like using Word, with VB code.

=^_^=

Anyway, that's why the heck I did this, so click the drekking button and go back.

Behind every successful man stands a very surprised woman.