For all of you living in California, you have my sympathies. It looks like you’re about to get saddled with a Teutonic ass-grabber for governor. After the strange trip Minnesota experienced with Ventura, all I can say is enjoy your ability to be shocked while you still can. After a year of Ventura’s behavior, I became as jaded as a New Yorker in a Scorsese film. Nothing he said or did surprised me. And five will get you ten that Schwarzenegger will make two or three colossally stupid statements within thirty days of being sworn in.
I keep waiting for confirmation that iTunes for Windows will be unveiled this month. My iPod is only a tenth full and P2P is becoming a pain in the ass to use. So, what’s on your MP3 player/Discman/stereo/turntable?

A couple of you have pointed out to me that the blog isn’t displaying properly in Opera. Are there any HTML geeks out there who could help troubleshoot this problem?

I took this picture last night of my slightly modded computer. All I did was put in a few fans with LED lights, but the effect is cool.

And here’s me working on my comic script. The headset I’m wearing communicates with the black box sitting on top of the monitor, which is how I move the mouse. I “click” with a piezoelectric switch that rests under my right thumb.
So I guess I’m starting a little photoblog here. It won’t be as cool as Xeni’s but I thought it might be interesting to illustrate some of the daily aspects of living with a physical disability like mine. And I also want to give everyone a sense of how beautiful Minnesota can be. Let me know if you get bored.

I was totally irresponsible today and bought a digital camera. I just got home and I haven’t had a chance to run it through its paces yet, but be forewarned. I’m about to annoy you with dozens of redundant photos of my apartment, the sky, random people on the street, etc.

Here’s something I didn’t know. Typing “Mark Siegel” into Google or Yahoo will bring up The 19th Floor as the top result. I discovered this after hearing from a couple people who had Googled me for background information and neither one knew about this blog until searching for my name. I find this quite amusing. And it probably means that I now have absolutely zero chance of getting another date. Ever. We all know how common Googling has become as a pre-dating safeguard. And would YOU go out with me after reading these entries? I can also forget about running for political office. If they can dig up stuff on Schwarzenegger from the ’70s, imagine what an easy target I’d make. No, any opportunity for deceiving the masses is now lost forever. The I’m-just-a-sweet-and-innocent-cripple act ain’t gonna cut it anymore. My cover is blown and I might as well just accept it. Maybe I can publish my book under a pseudonym. I can make up some shit about being eleven years old and an orphan who is bravely living with a terminal disease and I do all my writing from a hospital bed located in a small Iowan town. I’ll call my book “Heartchants” or “Heartmurmurs” or “HeartRaps.” Just as long as it has “Heart” in the title because people love that kind of stuff.
Yeah, that’s the ticket…