Technically and Philosophically Speaking
This site is powered by Textpattern, a very powerful and well designed CMS. I would definitely recommend it for anyone needing a better way to manage their site. The wonderful group hosting Idle Wanderings is NearlyFreeSpeech.net. For small sites, their 1GB for $1 is pretty much unbeatable, and the support is excellent. As for what this site is, that is a bit more complicated.
I started this site as a repository for the emails I sent out to friends and family detailing the goings on in my life. Eventually, I stopped the mass emails and focussed on the site as the primary means for keeping up to date on my life. It didn’t take long for me to realize that my life wasn’t really all that exciting and it certainly didn’t warrant an entire page devoted to it. To fill the space, I began to post various ficitional pieces I had written in fits of boredom. Postings about my personal life have since slowed nearly to a halt. Idle Wanderings has become an outlet for my, and a few others’, stories. I have unearthed in me a joy of writing that I had only before guessed at. My hope is that you will enjoy these glimpses into my fevered mind as much as I enjoy pouring them out.
Idle Wanderings is very much a work in progress. There will, most likely, never be a “finished version.” I am constantly playing with the layout, the underlying structure, or even the Big Idea of why this site exists. If anything appears to be broken, or if you just have a question or comment about this site or a particular piece on it, feel free to contact me.
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The Story Begins
Doog Lexa the White trudged wearily across the broken landscape. His mighty Staff of Smiting of Doom of his Grandfather’s was being forced into servitude as a lowly walking stick. Doog Lexa suddenly tripped over a stone and fell heavily to his knees. The fall was cushioned by a pair of strangely alluring kneepads, but, even so, he couldn’t bring himself to rise back up and continue his journey. Memories of the battle that had drained him and shattered the land around for miles flashed unrelentingly across his mind’s eye. Doog Lexa had emerged from the encounter triumphant, but it had cost so much. He collapsed to the dirt. As he lay there, Doog Lexa the White wondered what it would be like to live in a world that had no magic, a world without Platinum Dragons, or even without those damn fool halfling thieves that were always meddling in affairs they had no business meddling in. He closed his eyes, and, just before he drifted off to a fitful sleep, Doog Lexa saw himself, but not himself. He was named Doog Xela, and he lived in a world filled with technology and empty of magic. And so Doog Lexa dreamed…
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