3.7.99
Can you say "Weird Mood?" Sure is strange, and I'm not sure why. The computer is telling me that things are fuq'd again (!) and not even my trusty old Word97 is living to expectations. RR's Macintosh is AFU also, so I'm afraid that things are not so hot in our happy little household.
Good news, however, is that I have some really good ideas for what I intend to do with this thing. (Yeah, yeah, I know I've been saying that forever, and it has yet to come to fruition, but I'll tell you one thing....
I bought a book.
I bought a $40.00 book called Using HTML 4
Like Momma sez, "Well, we'll see." After all, solid stone is just sand, water, and a million years gone by.
I do desperately want to change the entire look of this thing. I have grown tired of looking at it in all of its lavenderness and boring appearance. I loathe silly Java applications, and find no practical use for spinning mailboxes and such, so that will save me some educational time in the process.
As for Geocities, their time has also passed. The watermarks and popups are way too bothersome. In fact, there is only one reason that I have not transferred this thing to somewhere like xoom that lacks such amenities...Word97 does not appear to support ftp, a necessary function. That's where my journal is written for the time being.
Enough of that....
I alluded to a story of dildos for a couple of friends. I didn't feel like writing the whole damn thing down for no particular purpose. Watch your snailmail for the story. I'll be posting it later in the week.
You know...I'm not much in the mood to write right now. Perhaps later.
Maybe never.
Hmm…grumpy, are we? I would say so. The bad thing about aggressively losing weight is turning into a complete and total bitch. Everything irritates me, from the fact that this dumb-ass program wigs out on me and throws black lines across the screen (a fault in the HTML translation, I am assured) to the fact that RR wants me to come outside and do butch things with him. He's outside putting the little time that he has between projects to building a deck extension. I don't mind helping him, but it's just not been a particularly good day, I guess. I smell like cutting oil, and am itchy from not bathing since yesterday. (We won't mention what my armpits smell like….)
The fact that I have consumed a mere 750 calories thus far today doesn’t help matters much, either. I'll fix that tonight, though. I want to do Pollo alla Cacciatori from the expensive Saveur magazine that I occasionally see. That's a dinner good for at least 800 healthy calories.
That said, I am going to be off for a while…working in Kona this week, Kauai next week. The schedule is not yet posted, but I hope to be in Hilo the week after that. I'm at a point in my life when I am craving overtime and the happiness that only money can bring. If you don't hear from me for a bit, or if your email is not received, despair not. I'm just on another planet/island. I'll take my little notebook with so you can have a blow-by-blow of my activities.
Good news, however, is that I have some really good ideas for what I intend to do with this thing. (Yeah, yeah, I know I've been saying that forever, and it has yet to come to fruition, but I'll tell you one thing....
I bought a book.
I bought a $40.00 book called Using HTML 4
Like Momma sez, "Well, we'll see." After all, solid stone is just sand, water, and a million years gone by.
I do desperately want to change the entire look of this thing. I have grown tired of looking at it in all of its lavenderness and boring appearance. I loathe silly Java applications, and find no practical use for spinning mailboxes and such, so that will save me some educational time in the process.
As for Geocities, their time has also passed. The watermarks and popups are way too bothersome. In fact, there is only one reason that I have not transferred this thing to somewhere like xoom that lacks such amenities...Word97 does not appear to support ftp, a necessary function. That's where my journal is written for the time being.
Enough of that....
I alluded to a story of dildos for a couple of friends. I didn't feel like writing the whole damn thing down for no particular purpose. Watch your snailmail for the story. I'll be posting it later in the week.
You know...I'm not much in the mood to write right now. Perhaps later.
Maybe never.
"In the instant that you love someone
Reality runs up your spine
And the pieces finally fit…
All I ever needed was the One,
Like freedom feels where wild horses run
When stars collide, like you and I
And shadows block the sun
You're all I ever needed…
Baby, you're the one…"
Hmm…grumpy, are we? I would say so. The bad thing about aggressively losing weight is turning into a complete and total bitch. Everything irritates me, from the fact that this dumb-ass program wigs out on me and throws black lines across the screen (a fault in the HTML translation, I am assured) to the fact that RR wants me to come outside and do butch things with him. He's outside putting the little time that he has between projects to building a deck extension. I don't mind helping him, but it's just not been a particularly good day, I guess. I smell like cutting oil, and am itchy from not bathing since yesterday. (We won't mention what my armpits smell like….)
The fact that I have consumed a mere 750 calories thus far today doesn’t help matters much, either. I'll fix that tonight, though. I want to do Pollo alla Cacciatori from the expensive Saveur magazine that I occasionally see. That's a dinner good for at least 800 healthy calories.
That said, I am going to be off for a while…working in Kona this week, Kauai next week. The schedule is not yet posted, but I hope to be in Hilo the week after that. I'm at a point in my life when I am craving overtime and the happiness that only money can bring. If you don't hear from me for a bit, or if your email is not received, despair not. I'm just on another planet/island. I'll take my little notebook with so you can have a blow-by-blow of my activities.
"I'm just a pawn out-played by a dominating queen
It's four o'clock in the morning, damn it,
Listen to me good…I'm sleeping with myself tonight
Saved in time, thank god my music's still alive.
Someone saved my life tonight,
So save your strength,
And run the field you play alone."
~Elton John
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