So, long story short. The website is back online. Originally I felt ashamed about the circumstances, but I feel mostly angry about it now. It just took forever and cost me $46.99 more than it should have. (Dolla dolla billz y’all!) That being said. I’m sorry everyone. But now, to the future…
prescottfamily.org is coming in a big way. We have big plans. Big dreams. Small hopes. That’s all I can say about this for now. TOP SECRET.
It may come as a surprise, but I am more of a designer than some code guru. (Not a surprise.) Suffice it to say I don’t really know much javascriptness. Today I came across Prototype and script.aculo.us. (Way legit!) Both have the potential to help me pimp out these here pages to Olympic heights.
You know it’s all that. But I miss my friends and love those who are around chillin’. New friends, potential new friends. Beer barons. I ran out of deo-derant. And I mean, it’s fine. Work is in AC. After work is in the warm LA nights. Warm smoggy LA. San Gabriel Valley. LA wannabe’s. It’s so weird. You are in “LA”, but not really. You don’t feel like you are.
There is this unseen gap. Like a demographic. There are newer strip mallz here. That’s the big difference. There isn’t as many established strips like there are in the real “LA”. Not like established historic like New England (Shili), but sort of. (I just ended it with a preposition, but whatever. It’s about the story telling. It’s the kids, the insane, the crap. The salt of the earth. The real people. They get it. Read Kurt V. He knows it. It’s the insane man (or woman) calling for Kilgore Trout. Sex shops. Science Fiction. Yeah, the writing is poor, but they said it. They deal with the real issues, the UNIVERSE.)
Fuck that. This is the real LA, it’s the lonely wanderers. families. theresa making the garden in the parking lot. LA is massive, it looks the same as it does here. That’s what is so stunning/silencing/humbling about it. Like Kurt V.
this shit’s real.