Lets all meet up in the year 2000

I found a link to my old website. On a list of bad site. A Berkeley university web design course was listing examples of 'what not to do'... and my site was one of only ten links. The ten worst internet sites they found while trawling around in 2000 looking for really bad sites. At least they said it was infamous. I'm sure it was a bad design... I wrote it in early high school, in code!!! I didn't even have an HTML editor, or a book on web design!!! Knobs. I think I'll email them and tell them they have to design me a better one. Because this one's pretty crap too, it looks exactly the same as everybody else's and I can't remember my code changing skills. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe the crapness of my old design actually helped make it infamous though. Oh well. Now I really have to become a rock star so I can have an excuse to get some web design persons to make me a new website. I feel the need for an excuse because now we have blogs, it seems a bit weird to have your own website just hosting some "infamous rantings and ravings". Or really, utterly bad teenage poetry. That got incredibly bad marks at school. However, the sort of poem that got good marks was a trite piece of rubbish (not written by me) based on a train journey, in which each new passenger was a character from the bible. (I think that was it, but then I probably gagged before I got to the end. ) I think these two really traumatic experiences are why I am firmly committed to keeping my imaginary band instrumental, maybe with the odd guest singer... because I'm so not exposing myself to ridicule by trying to write lyrics!