The Internet Owns Me

For work I code. Yes, I code. I don't like to think of myself as a code monkey, but I sort of am. Sort of.

It all started when I was 12 years old. Usually the summertime means that kids like to go outside and play in the sprinklers or do other such warm-weather activities. But I had a different agenda that summer. I got it into my head that I needed to create a website. It was more important, by far, than interactions with friends and the sunshine. So I began to teach myself HTML.

My website looked something like this.

After my interest in making crappy webpages burned out I didn't touch HTML or CSS for about 10 years. Then, about a year ago, I was hired by my University to create websites for their Science department. I soon came to realize that my childhood knowledge of HTML was still tucked away deep in the recesses of my brain, providing me the ability to create even better websites than before. Much, much better websites. (I no longer use word art!)

Although my knowledge of HTML still lingers, the same unadulterated excitement I had for it as a child has gone. It has been replaced with mushy brains and a love for surfing the internet and social networking.

Recently I've had an incredibly hard time concentrating, especially on coding. Today has gone something like this.

The End.