Going to do laundry early today, before I see my sweetheart .(I rarely see her before noon on the weekends, anyhow..she’s a sleepyhead) Cold is lingering… usually I burn the flu off in a couple of days. if it’s still bad on Monday, I’m going to see a doc about something more behind-the-counter for a cure. (I wouldn’t even be doing laundry today, if I didn’t *have* to. I need clean sheets, towels and clothes, dangit!)
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I’m off to beddy-bye now
chest still tickles some
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Lots of mood-shifts over the last few days.
Generally, I keep a pretty even keel, but I guess being sick has rocked the boat a little. I didn’t realize how much bilge I’d allowed on said boat. With some reassurance and help from my darling, I’ve managed to pump a lot of it free. I’ve now reprioritized my mind a little… I think I was stretching myself to thin for no good reason, hopping from project to project, taking little nibbles from each as I went.
I’ve got a clear plan in mind now.
Finish scary story
no rush on honing flash skills, that’s at the end of my list
stop stressing about current work. if bad things happen, they happen.
call the non-profit place back, re: the programming and netadmin gig.
quit being so hard on myself, and just go back to taking it as it comes. (I’m my own harshest critic, sometimes, no room for paranoia and insecurity too.)
When programming, mix it up with some creative brain-pops. don’t get tunnel vision.
straight dope on street names.
What’s the difference between a street, a road, an avenue, a boulevard, etc.? There seems to be no rhyme or reason as to how the names of public ways are suffixed. Does it depend
on width, length, importance, or (more likely) the builder’s whim?
Continue reading straight dope on street names.
extemporaneous
extemporaneous ek-stem-puh-RAY-nee-us, adjective:
1. Composed, performed, or uttered on the spur of the moment, or without previous study; unpremeditated; impromptu.
2. Prepared beforehand but delivered without notes or text.
3. Skilled at or given to extemporaneous speech.
4. Provided, made, or put to use as an expedient; makeshift.
Extemporaneous comes from Late Latin extemporaneous, from Latin ex tempore, “out of time,” therefore “immediately, at the very time the occasion arises.” It is related to temporary, “lasting for a limited time”; contemporary, “belonging to the same time” (con-, “with, together”); and tempo, “the rate or degree of movement in time.”
got up early this morning to walkies, but I’m not quite up to it yet. made it to the gas station and back, but the beach was too much effort for me today, in the tail end of my sick-yuck.
I hope my sweetie’s feeling better… the poor girl’s had to deal with one pesky trouble after another and certainly deserves the weekend to relax and recuperate.
I really want a digicam. That wacky mp3 player one looks like a nice fun gizmo, and cheap too. a nice thing to take with me on outings… there wasn’t anything that called out to me today to take a snapshot of, but I’m sure taking pictures of the airport, or sunrise on the beach would be fun.
Payday. (Last one before the end of the month) That’s something to be happy about… my budgeting is working nicely, building a comfortable little nest egg. when I first started my LJ, I was in financial straits… paying the bills for three grownups as well as myself. Thankfully, they’ve all recovered from the income troubles they were having, and I no longer have to squeak by paycheck to paycheck. I know so many people now that are taking care of adult dependants… Kevin (my boss) with his sisters, nephews and brother in law seems to have it the worst. He’s 33 years old, and is tending to the needs of four adults and three children. I wonder how he manages to keep himself fed, clothed and as stress-free as he does. I know of other folks, even younger, tending to the needs of parents or siblings too… I suppose there’s one caregiver and at least one care-needer in every family. (Poor Kev just is taking up six other folks’ slack)
I found myself thinking of walking with my love, hand in hand…as I’m frequently wont to do…she travels with me in my heart everywhere. thought about swinging arms, and laughing… always makes me walk farther than if I were alone.
just got home.
Going to hit the sack in about 30 min…
I feel like I have too many irons in the fire… stories to write, programs to produce, a Halloween costume to create, skills in assorted areas to polish.
I’ve got mixed feelings, good, that I’m able to produce… but bad that there are only so many hours in the day to create and learn. I suppose that it’s just a matter of prioritizing, and letting things go where they will.
I found out that Karen and Carmen are now so far on the outs, cohabitation is no longer a valid option. 🙁 that’s too bad, because they’re both very nice people. Well, I can only hope that they manage to find more comfortable living arrangements soon.
The cold seems to be abating, anyway. While I was out sick, Ex-bosses son’s wife turned in her resignation, after telling everyone at the company that the ex-boss would be returning in 2 weeks to take over the workplace again. if that happens, the company will fold as a result of the mass exodus of programmer-folk. Nobody is willing to go back to his regime again, after discovering what working for a real corp is like. As a daughter company to Ramada, we’ve been losing money via bad times for travelling. If we got rid of Ex-boss’s son, that’d free up six large figures for the company to use…. he’s the general manager there now, and all he’s generally managing to do is hide in his office behind locked doors, surfing the web for a 5 or less hour day. He recently pointed fingers at me for surfing and working, which was an attempt to remove blame from himself. Now, I’ve got tracking software installed, monitoring everyone’s “surfitude” I’m poisoning the well a little, only surfing LJ or non-cool sites via Mr laptop. (The reason this post is friend’s only… I know Terri reads my journal without a membership via my homepage.)
I’ve since been assured by the powers above that Wally won’t be returning, and Ramada has stated that Wally’s not only not returning, but there’s a restraining order keeping him from the premises. I will withhold taking that as gospel, but give a good 90-95% chance that Wally won’t be returning.
Enough gabbing about work.
Saw the ‘first contact’ episode of enterprise last night (the only episode I’ve seen, save for the pilot.) It wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t too much to it. guy goes over, touches alien, comes back and finds out he’s preggers, then the crew seeks the aliens back out. That’s really about it. I give it a 5 of 10. blah. Nothing counting for it, but not against it, either. I imagine if the next ep I see is the same, I’ll watch it if I see it, but won’t actively seek it out. (sort of as it stands now.)
I really don’t watch much tube, unless my sweetie is around. Current fun is MAD TV, an episode of COPS, adult swim on the cartoon network, or some discovery channel. I’ll tune in for a meal maybe, but I really don’t have anything that I *must see* to the exclusion of something else.
smallville? Mutant X? nah. maybe in reruns A pity they sacked the lone gunmen.
Ah well. going to lay down and read some Dhalgren for a bit before drifting off. say, when did amazon start putting sample pages in the entries? neat! anyhow, I got the book about a year ago, and pulled it out of a book box after my shelves entry. Looks good! *picks up newtie, and heads for bed*
nigh night.
Send good vibes to my sweetie tonight… her noggin is hurting 🙁
Hopefully a hot bath and an early bed will set her right. 🙂
*big loves*
Ugh. Is it rude to mark a person’s resume, correcting the spelling, formatting, and grammatical errors? I’d love to grade some of these for an English class.
We have three really horrid resumes in our ‘for review’ pile…seeing as these are programmers, I’d like to think that they could run it through a spell-check or something. I’m tempted to grade them, and put red marks over the errors, so that they could find a gig somewhere else without the embarrassment. It’s not like English is a second language for them, either. (Those seem to come in formatted correctly… even if it’s the same ol’ Microsoft word ‘resume wizard’ style.) Maybe they had someone type the sheets up, and not proof ’em?
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Noir
This is the city: a soot-covered graveyard of a million vanished dreams, with fifty-story headstones rising from the dirt to cast gray shadows on the spirits of the damned; a rat-infested sewer where the law of survival was to kill them before they can kill you, and don’t look too close to what’s on your plate because you may not like it; a gaudy, unwashed, flabby old hooker with a thousands faces, none of them presentable; a prison whose dingy corridors I’ve walked for seventeen long years, trying to sweep just a little of the scum and garbage off the streets… my name’s Kowalski, and I carry a broom.