Sep 28
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there’s been a blithering blather of blog messages on my discussion lists today. must be something in the air to make everyone suddenly have questions. since i still hate the word blog though, i don’t have to participate in the conversation unless i want to. for now, i have a few other things to manage. mostly organizing financial stuff, but also exciting weekend stuff like the laundry.
it’s been a drizzly, chilly day today. i never did get outside for a walk, well not unless you count the trip to take the garbage can from the backyard to the curb. as exciting as that trip is, i don’t think it actually counts for anything on my weekly activity chart.
i meant to get more web pages converted, but it didn’t happen. oh well. i did get other stuff done that really needed doing a bit more. and it’s before midnight and i have the dishwasher going, my lunch packed, and Harry Potter I is almost done on the tv. i may actually get to bed before the single digits arrive!
Sep 27
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the first time i saw paris….
ok, i’ve never actually seen paris. i’ve driven through paris, kentucky and paris, texas; but neither was particularly exciting.
i’ve been ignoring my webbage today, while reading up on the exciting world of financial management (which is a snobby way to say that i spent a couple hours reading quicken documentation so that i could figure out how to do what i wanted to do).
if only it were as easy to organize life as it is to lay out a web page. even if you allow for the nonsense of browsers and platforms, it’s still boatloads easier to smack a table on a page than to figure out how on earth to file your papers so that you can find them again, let alone how to enter all your bills so that they are actually paid when you actually have money in the bank. banks are picky about wanting you to have money when you send out checks.
but enough of that nonsense. i’m tired. my body is complaining about the 4 miles that i’ve walked today. it’s a lovely, crisp autumn night. i believe that my bed will be warm and snuggly. not as warm and snuggly as it could be if {fill in this blank with the name of an excellent hunk} were there to be my snugglupagus, but it will do. besides, it’s late. maybe he’s snuck in there when i wasn’t looking. he’s bound to be sleepy and ready for bed by now too.
Sep 26
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i’ve managed to use the dreamweaver template that i created to convert the base pages for the site. none of the subpages, like the lists of ten themselves. and i skipped the travelogues, mainly cuz i’m not sure what to do with them. they’re more journal entries than anything else. i may just convert them into archives for the changelog. i could move over those and the older changelogs to create past entries that i just hardcode links for into the blogger template. lots of the other stuff is hardcoded, so why not that too?
not sure how much i’ll get done on all this during the weekend, but at least i have a plan. i have some other things to get to—like napping, sleeping, and resting.
Sep 26
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it’s beginning to feel as if i spend as much time fighting with mac vs. windows issues as i do actually writing anything. font sizes may be working now. but really who knows? i’m in such a state of despair that the muse of discontent settled upon me with sad rhymings.
i am so hungry i could eat a squid
and jesus is getting jiggy with the mayo
my father says i’m a very bad kid
he’s just mad cuz i won’t obey — oh!
the wheels on the bus go round and round
but the monkey in the back is screaming
he’d really like to but he can’t sit down
cuz the fish sticks can’t stop dreaming
it is so sad that things are thus:
the man right there in the greasy pants
is most certainly not Locke’s Gus
yet singingly, he does the dance
i’m just a rhinestone cowboy
oh dear puddin’ come to me
you make this life a pure joy
for jesus, the mayo, and me
i pray this woe will lift soon. it’s all a matter of discombobularity however, and no one can really know what turn bob will take next.
Jan 12
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i hate when i can’t sleep. ok, partly, i have a headache; but also, i’m just lying in there thinking about all the things that i should be writing and am not. when i come out to the keyboard are any of those brilliant sentences still in my head? of course not. i can’t even completely remember what the sentences were about. i guess one of the more important things was trying to figure out how to explain what on earth i’m doing here. writing this stuff that is. i want to refer to an email rich sent me, but i need to write him and ask if it’s ok. writing that would require way more concentrating than i want to do right now though. hmm.
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