The Convo in which Marc Craps on my Web Skillz
This one I pulled from the archives.
So I took a Dreamweaver class. Not because I think that Dreamweaver is amazing or is a glorious substitute for coding, but because it was free. F-R-E-E.
Jessica: So I made a website. Come over here and look at it.
Marc: (raises eyebrows) You did what?
J: Ug. I made a website. Come look.
M: (just sits there)
J: Just look at it. It’s not all HTML-tastic but it’s useable. It’s not ridiculous or anything. Just quit judging it from the couch and judge it to its face!
M: (comes over, stares at computer for about 30 seconds) Um, yeah. That’s… It’s nice.
J: What’s the problem?
M: I mean, it’s fine. Sure.
J: Why do I need a website? I don’t. So this one has a photo of me, some nice colors, and links to social networking stuff. It’s simple. It doesn’t need to be all complicated and do complicated shit.
M: Yeah. It’s… I mean… Why did you do this again?
J: I don’t know. Because maybe I want to create websites for a living using Dreamweaver?
STARE DOWN ENSUES
J: Just because I wanted to. To see how hard it was. I mean, apparently we have established that you aren’t going to make me a website. We’ve apparently also established that this embarrasses you. And you know what? IT SHOULD. You should be embarrassed that you won’t create a website for your girlfriend because THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS! LOOK AT WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!
P.S. I never published it, but I mean, come on. It’s not that heinous. I’ve seen websites that look like Myspace profiles. I could have gone that route.
P.P.S. I was never able to shame Marc into making me a website. Back to the drawing board. I’m thinking a comic sans font might do the trick. Wish me luck.
