Well, the site overhaul is coming along, but the mix of blogger tags with regular html and my basic knowledge of both is making it more complicated than I'd hoped. I've been looking at the source code of some other blogs, but I'm still not clear on how to put a banner of my own across the top. I think I just need to figure out which blogger tags need to get deleted. I thought I had it figured out, but it wasn't working so I think I'll come back to it fresh later.
Of course, if anyone just wants to tell me how to do this... well, that would rock.
Happy Halloween!
31 October 2005
Spawn of the ladybug
My windows are crawling with ladybugs today. I just counted nine, now ten. Their underbellies are more creepy than festive.
tip of the week- Medium
Sure, I've said it before, but now's your chance to catch up some if you weren't paying attention. Watch Medium. Halloween marathon tonight means 3 eps of goodness starting at 8 PM on NBC.
Not a great tip? Ok, elevate and apply pressure to cuts, and you know, put some disinfectant on it, and pick a bandage big enough to cover the wound.
Reaching? Sure. Perhaps the tips will become more sporadic...
Not a great tip? Ok, elevate and apply pressure to cuts, and you know, put some disinfectant on it, and pick a bandage big enough to cover the wound.
Reaching? Sure. Perhaps the tips will become more sporadic...
29 October 2005
Closet thoughts
I've mentioned before that I adore closets, but don't care for my current closet. It's different now though. About a week ago, the lower right side got mostly emptied. The doors slide freely, the empty space beckons my boxes. (It does feel good, Rarity.)
The number of purses it had contained is astounding, at least to me. The left side is still harboring some. And my old typewriter appeared from beneath the clutter. I always loved that clack clack clack sound of real typewriters. The ink tape has surely dried out by now, but I may have to play with it just to hear that sound. Or dismantle it and build something out of the keys. It's strange now to think of all the hours spent filling out applications oh so carefully on that device. I'm greatly thankful for word processing and printers without perforated edges, but sometimes I miss more tactile methods. Not dot matrix printers though, tearing jammed pages out of those was a little too tactile.
The number of purses it had contained is astounding, at least to me. The left side is still harboring some. And my old typewriter appeared from beneath the clutter. I always loved that clack clack clack sound of real typewriters. The ink tape has surely dried out by now, but I may have to play with it just to hear that sound. Or dismantle it and build something out of the keys. It's strange now to think of all the hours spent filling out applications oh so carefully on that device. I'm greatly thankful for word processing and printers without perforated edges, but sometimes I miss more tactile methods. Not dot matrix printers though, tearing jammed pages out of those was a little too tactile.
28 October 2005
Miscommunication
You know when you're looking for a pep talk, but then you get cock-punched* with tough love? That's how I feel right now. It's more frustrating because I was misunderstood. I want to say: See, here, this bit you say- I wasn't talking about that! The problem is that the typewriter of my mind keeps including disclaimers like: Not that it matters or it doesn't make much difference. On the one hand, if I were to protest without the disclaimer, I'd have to explain, and it's not really relevant anymore. On the other hand, if you say something doesn't really matter, why say it at all? The only way to get around it is to leave it alone, but I hate being misunderstood, particularly when someone perceives a statement as a dig about one thing when it's merely an observation about something else entirely.
Ironically, I started that email with this: I feel like an idiot, but my sense is that that will not abate unless I mush on.
How wrong I was.
*inaccurate, but conveys the sentiment better (blame Wil)
Ironically, I started that email with this: I feel like an idiot, but my sense is that that will not abate unless I mush on.
How wrong I was.
*inaccurate, but conveys the sentiment better (blame Wil)
26 October 2005
The old days of Bravo
Does anyone else remember when Bravo was a fledgling cable channel that played indie films without ads? It wasn't that long ago. Inside the Actors Studio was in its early days, and the episodes lasted 75 minutes sans commercials.
They did have some corporate sponsorship; Mercedes or some other luxury car would have a long advertisement, but only between shows to fill in those time gaps. Then the regular ads came, breaking up all of their programming into the usual segments. Indie movies were relegated to "IFC Fridays" until they got replaced by classics shown during the "5 star cinema" block.
Then NBC bought Bravo. I'm an easy critic, and I loved Mystic Pizza 15 years ago, but 5 star cinema? A movie classic? I think not.
As much as I enjoy and do watch reruns of The West Wing, Bravo has become nothing more than a dumping ground for second-run shows from NBC with doses of reality tv, shows that rank things, and James Lipton thrown in for good measure.
They did have some corporate sponsorship; Mercedes or some other luxury car would have a long advertisement, but only between shows to fill in those time gaps. Then the regular ads came, breaking up all of their programming into the usual segments. Indie movies were relegated to "IFC Fridays" until they got replaced by classics shown during the "5 star cinema" block.
Then NBC bought Bravo. I'm an easy critic, and I loved Mystic Pizza 15 years ago, but 5 star cinema? A movie classic? I think not.
As much as I enjoy and do watch reruns of The West Wing, Bravo has become nothing more than a dumping ground for second-run shows from NBC with doses of reality tv, shows that rank things, and James Lipton thrown in for good measure.
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