May 7, 2001
Just prior to meeting up with Cat & Dan through my last stint in video game rentals, I built thist site. Since then I have moved on to GameZoneCafe come and join us as we explore the video gaming ethic.
Chapter One: Downward Mobility
Chapter Two: Concessions
Chapter Three: Conversations at the Convo'
Chapter Four: Straight Back Chairs and Belly Laughs
Chapter Five: Drinks for Free
Chapter Six: Anything for a free meal
Chapter Seven: Jukebox Jive
Chapter Eight: Sunshine Daydream
Chapter Nine: Return to Paradise
Chapter Ten: Moving Day
FROM THE DECK
The basic site design evolved from a paper sketch and a drunken painting, along with a template from Free Web Templates. It took only two months to go from having no clue what HTML stood for, to now. I can hack enough code to get things up and running, by no means however do I really have a clue what I am doing. The guys at
Raindive told me it would be easy, Jimmy was convinced it would be a breeze, and for the most part it was. I downloaded a WYSIWYG editor from CNET, the editor I used was simple and user friendly World Wide Web Weaver. Great advice is abundant on the web and it is all a matter of finding the best advice for you, I enjoyed Art and the Zen of web sites. My only advice is take your time, test, test and retest until you are sure you have it right. Finally however even if there are mistakes remaining you must unleash your work on the world. I hope this helps anyone who is where I was not so very long ago.
The buttons beneath are great places to get free hot buttons, and never forget How Stuff Works they seem to have the answer for virtually any question.
jackson avery cain
The night of my very first telemarketing job the Gulf War broke out on the air waves. Ever since then things have been down hill. Periodic moments of employment have been broken between desperate searches for better money and working conditions. There are to many people to mention, without whom, this book would never have evolved.
Thanks to all of them. Particularly however are those few who seem to have always been there. John & Nancy, Lance, Audrey, Barb, and of course Marc & Barbara, without all of you I would have never made it this far. The original version of this tale and this final version have only their characters in common. The characterisations bare no resemblance to people either living or deceased. This work should be taken in the manner in which it is intended, a tongue in cheek inditement of the late twentieth century work ethic, and how we got here.
deadbeats is dedicated in loving memory to my Mother