out with the old
new computer arrived. remembering all the passwords, and where everything is installed and all the cryptic settings i prefer, and transfering files has begun. this'll be awhile
prairie dogs at the zoo
\- you can't have one. \- why not? \- where would you put it? \- in a tupperware bowl, on the counter, or under the bed. \- it'd suffocate. \- no, i'd leave the lid off. \- then, it would run away. \- no it wouldn't, it would love me…
gas fixtures
So the dryer i bought was electric, the one that arrived is gas. i guess that's ok, because i have fixtures for both and i think gas dries stuff faster or something. The problem is in installation. i think the delivery guys would have done that part…
additions
Fixed up the story link to the left there. Not that you can tell, of course, but I made it easier to admin. The ""Story of the Day"" varies from day to day, now. Fixing up the loose ends here. In other news, I bought a washer and dryer. I figure…
beep beep beep
5:00 am beep beep beep... huh? beep beep beep... i look at the alarm clock. it's off, it's always off - where am i going? beep beep beep... it's muffled, seems to be coming from the window... no, from the wall. my neighbors bedroom! the…
au revoir
It's been nice... but we've moved. Go here and you'll be happy. it's pretty.
please stay tuned
so this is whole site is still in the build and stare mode, in case you happen upon it... i'm moving this week, so i haven't had much time for navel gazing and ranting. [why don't you look at this while you wait]()
moving
I've moved! In more ways than one at that... First - I've moved to a new condo. You can see it and rejoice here. also, i've moved to a new personal website. That, my friends, you can see here. that's it for this diary... the blog has taken over.
love cliches
""Perfect love casts out fear..."" Inversely then, fear casts out love. It's fear that keeps us from loving others. Fear of our own unlovableness, fear of rejection, fear of what we might do if given half a chance... ""Love your neighbor as…
sleepy
mornin'. my schedule is fluctuating wildly. i tend to get over focused at night and end up working until morning. which means i sleep until the afternoon. which means i have a half dozen messages when i get up. unless, like today, the messages…
rain or shine
What a weekend. The client had a bad credit card in his registrar account, which caused the domain to expire. Luckily it was locked by the registrar so it was not snatched up by a ruthless domain hijacker. We reactivated it, but well, we've got a…
the bad, the good, the bad, then, appropriately, the good again
What a weekend. The client had a bad credit card in his registrar account, which caused the domain to expire. Luckily it was locked by the registrar so it was not snatched up by a ruthless domain hijacker. We reactivated it, but well, we've got a…
Palmpset
Which OS are You? Well, at least I'm not Windows ME.
Angel flyin' too close... Aaagh, stop it!
I've been humming way to much Willie Nelson lately. Usually that's a telltale sign of clinical depression, but I think the opposite is the case here. It's a manageable obsession, I don't think any prescription drugs are called for yet. ...brief…
Halves
arbeit::: It's the holidays. Cash flow crunch time. I'm amazed that this year my life has coagulated into a manageable fit of regularity. Bills get paid. Work gets done. I can actually be accused of productivity! the easypricematch.com site is…
Helpful Household Hints
|||Lessons in Household Maintenance||| Lesson 1: A wet paper towel on the end of a stick is still a wet paper towel on the end of a stick, even if it is sold by clorox and costs 25 dollars. Lesson 2: Ya know how drain cleaners tell you to flush the…
The Übermensch in all of Us
My only personal project right now is developing a consistent theory of the "Quiet and Peaceable Life." It's just a phrase that rings thru my head keeping me from pursuing reckless or self-indulgent behaviour. No need to desperately claw at the face…
Halley's Comet Part 5
“How are you feeling, Philip? Mrs. Armstrong asked. Philip looked up from his book. “Fine.” “How are your parents?” “Fine.” “Is everything okay at home?” Philip looked up in alarm. Mr. Atwood had asked the same question. Had something happened to…
Halley's Comet Part 4
Wandering down the office as slow as he could, he thought about Ms. Spellman. She was a middle-aged woman with curly blond hair and large dangling jewelry hanging low off her neck. She was the school’s counselor. Philip knew that the dumb kids and…
Halley's Comet part 3
“I don’t know is not an answer, Phillip. This is unacceptable work. You know that you are supposed to do your homework in pencil. I just want to know why you chose to do it in crayon.” Phillip shrugged again and sniffed his wet nose loudly. “I…”…