Remember when Social Network came out? Most people watched the movie and enjoyed the story of Facebook. When I went and saw that movie with my dad I left the theatre ready to change the world (I also did the same thing when I saw Country Strong. I really shouldn’t see movies anymore). I was going to learn web design, make a million, and show Mark Zuckerburg up.
My father being the encouraging male role model he is, told me go for it sweetie.
Whenever a pet name is incorporated with encouragement, I have learned to take it with a grain of salt. The type of people who use pet names are the type of people who would tell me to go to Mars because they think I can.
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Reasons why I shouldn’t go to Mars:
1. Mars possibly houses life. When I was an adorable little girl I suffered from a compulsive fear of aliens. They were going to come kidnap me and suck my blood (they’re alien/vampire cross breeds) and run pokey experiments on me. A possible run in with Martians just doesn’t seem like a good situation for me, NASA, or mankind.
2. I can hardly handle being in NASHVILLE , how on earth (no pun intended) can I keep from getting homesick on MARS. They don’t even have tomato soup to make it all better.
3. Have you seen me near expensive equipment? I can hardly keep my phone and computer from breaking. I’m not sure anyone wants to trust me with computers that have been paid for by billions of tax dollars.
Protect your investments, citizens. keep me from space.
4. Those space suits just don’t look flattering.
For reals. How is a girl supposed to find a likely mate in THAT?
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My dad would tell me that I could go to Mars. CLEARLY that is not a good idea. Why did I listen to him when he told me that I could learn web design? The world wide web is a scary place.
Despite the risks, today he gave me an assignment to help him develop a web page. He wants me to make fancy boxes and messages and make it… a webpage. So far I’ve figured out how to write my name and put a picture of a box. And then I rewarded myself with a bowl of ice cream. Lordy, do people overestimate my intelligence.
So here I am working through the mumbojumbo of HTML/Javascript/CSS/XHTML (Why can’t we all make it one? Kind of like Spanglish?). Thank goodness for HTML for Dummies. Wish there was HTML for Dummies… for Dummies.
I have never completely taught myself a skill from a book, which is harder than it looks. Clearly my concentration is subpar, since I took a break to write a post about my studies.
Now it’s time to go back to work. I’ve heard part of growing up is self discipline, clearly I’m not grown up yet.
Mark Zuckerburg, watch your back, I’m coming for you. My webpage is going to rock your world.
I like to start with my expectations high.
Going to Mars may be easier.