Master of none.
That's me in a nutshell. I know a little about a lot of things, and there are times when I'm proud of that, and times when I wonder just what the hell is wrong with me.
I spent the better part of last night looking at a free Java Script source page, a really nice little place that offers tons and tons of Java scripts for free. All that they take, for the most part, is just a little bit of programming knowledge, which is what I have--a little bit. If you've watched this page for at least a week you know that I'm constantly fiddling with it, tinkering down in the guts of it like a tapeworm in a stomach. :-&( That's the emoticon, if you were curious, for "I've got a tapeworm in my stomach and it's tinkering." I tried to plug in about seven dozen different Java scripts last night, and let me just publically thank Blogger for putting two very important options on their template page: "Preview," and "Clear Edits."
With "Preview" I could see how badly I had just damaged the blog, and see what was different from the last time I damaged the blog. With the "Clear Edits" I could un-damage the blog, which I did a lot. Undamage it, that is. So now you guys are saved from the annoying little scrolling messages down in the bottom toolbar, and you're not going to have to deal with any personalised pop-up ads, and no banners, and the 'open in a new window' photo thing is not here, and frankly all told I managed to get, I think, a total of one working, and it's so subtle that it's not noticable.
Take that, internet geeks!
So there I am, trying to get by with a modicum of skill, and it did give me a small reward by working properly, or at least one that I was aiming for, but there were several other items I would have liked to include but simply could not, because of a lack of operator knowledge, and that bothers me. I beat myself often with the "You should know better" whip, and sometimes it even drives me to learn more, which is a good thing. I am my own worst motivator it seems.
Specialisation is for insects, or so they say. At least, Robert Heinlein says, and I tend to agree with him. I admire people like Norm Abrams the Master Carpenter, who can take wood and do anything with it including make it talk and pour a great cup of coffee, but I have to wonder--when the cameras are off, and Norm isn't in his shop, what does he do? Think about wood? Draw designs for new wood projects? Hunt down antique wood? That's gotta be about it. To be that focused on something, well, it's admirable, but then again it's also a little frightening. I think there's a pyschological term for someone who is that focused on anything, usually to the exclusivity of anything else, but I can't think of it right now. It's probably got something to do with anal retentiveness, but that's not the term I'm looking for. Crazy isn't either.
So anyway, there it is, a rather haphazard look at the inner workings of this blog and my own little overheated mind. And unfortunately I find myself with no easy way out of this, no closure, so to speak. I usually try to close these things with a modicum of grace, try and have a beginning and an end that tie together, but right now I'm a little scatterbrained, and I can't tell why. Maybe an hour or so on the lawnmower will help. So...