17 years ago this week I gave birth to a website. Hurt like hell because it came out feet first with a whole bunch of hand-coded HTML tags stuck between its toes. Within a year it had cost me my relationship with my family. Jason Kottke said this in response to an email I’d sent him within a couple months of its birth to ask if he had any friendly advice: “I mean, there’s some really funny stuff in there, but you do realize that your family is going to find your website, right?” And then it cost me my job. Hey, Joe Bose and Pat Wirz! Remember what a privileged jackass I was?! But ultimately it reached the golden years (ages 8-11) and I forgave it. And then it turned 14. That’s when I had to take away its phone, remind it to carry extra tampons, and YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO TALK TO ME IN THAT TONE OF VOICE EVER DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, LETA.
