So Friday evening occurred without a hitch, same goes for Saturday and Sunday. The daytimes weren’t particularly bad at all either. The mornings were a little earlier than I’d have liked, but sometimes that can’t be helped. <> Did some pieces of Freakcity over the weekend. Have it all running on the beta. Biggest change for me was validating everything to XHTML Strict 1.0 standard. Freakcity’s always been accessible, you can access and use the site in Lynx and it’s wirtten to degrade gracefully without CSS or Javascript so it’s still useable. This is WCAG Level AA — I fall a little short of AAA but not by much. I’ve always designed the site to these standards, but don’t really mention it. So I thought I would for a bit. After all, it means people with visual disabilities should be able to use the site with no problems. I’m also going to develop a high contrast large font version of the site for people called baboonish and their funny eyes I watched the Directors Cut of Donnie Darko on Saturday evening. Makes slightly more sense than the original cut, although not much more. It seems that I got the original, understood what it meant and didn’t require the extra exposition scenes. The book “The Philosophy of Time Travel” that Roberta Sparrow writes though, is however very interesting. (see previous blog entry). It left the bit of me that smells truth niggling at me. I wonder how much of it came from Richard Kelly’s mind and how much he soaked up from other places. It intrigues me. I’ve always been fascinated by apports - perhaps this is grown from the same thing? I then wandered into the farthest recesses of my mind with the other items. What if the Manipulated Dead exist? Then what if all dead exist? What if we’re given a value for how we live our life when we die. We can go on with that value or we can loop back, watch over ourselves and try and make ourselves better so when we come to the end again the value of our life would be higher. What if the “guardian angel” that people sometimes think they have isn’t an angel, merely the same person after death. “We are old souls, you and I...” I know that it’s not the case, but it’s still an entertaining thought. And there’s some element of truth to it, which may reveal itself to me in time. I am fascinated by death and by the relationship between the mind and the body. Can you imagine what a startling revelation it will be when the first teleportation machine is created and the first human arrives at his destination without a mind? Because, if you destroy someone and then recreate an exact replica (the essence of teleportation), is it actually them? Would it talk and act the same? Y’see, this would most definitely answer the age old question about souls. Is the sum of our existance merely the flesh we are constructed from? Or is there something more... What happens at the moment of death? How do you know you are going to die? What do you cling on to if you want to live? It’s all curious to me. I don’t fear death, I truly don’t. I fear the leaving of things undone. I fear the effects my passing would cause. But not the passing itself. I am too curious. People would call this morbid fascination unhealthy. We hide death. We are encouraged<