Wow, I just got done chatting with Tman… First Robb pops back out of the woodwork, and now this. I’ve not heard from him or Pix in an age. They’re still an item, and are moving in together in August… I’m so happy for ’em.. they’re an adorable couple. Both are working, Pix is doing Antonios part time, and massage… Tman is still up to his Computer net shenanigans. In honor of them, a long overdue scotto-poll.
Ok, really nigh night, now.
The Dingbat Pages has good aborigine fonts.. might make for good icons on the Grotto. Animal tracks too.
sweetalyssm pointed me there. that woman is a font of information… no pun intended.
Feeling good tonight… had fun gabbing with my sweetie, and am very enthused about at the new page prospect.
tucking in… nigh night, dear journal.
ok.. working on my web page.
Configuration Decisions –
Location of Menu bar Top/Right
Order of Content
Upon Loading – News Page / Links
Other Sections
Biography –
Bear Tracks – Journal – Wall Scrawls
Writing / Publication Status / Programming / Resume’
Message Board – Around the fire / Community
Tiger’s Lair – Newt cam – Gallery / Cam Links / digital photo gallery
Flint tools – Toy box – Radio station / Whiteboard / fun web things
Fossils – archives
Image Size – 96 / 120 dpi
Colors – Easy on the Eyes, Greens, Browns, and Tans, Cooler in the more
static areas, warmer in the more communal zones.
Motif – Natural, simple. Forest / Mountain / Cave / Beach.
Sea Cave – Writing
Do it in CSS1 – no VML.
Selections will have a small icon & rollover features.
Newtcam – Sun
Journal – Bear Tracks
Writing – hunting party? one of those hand outlines?
Toybox – arrowheads
Community – fire
Resume’ – ?
Called the landlord up, and he knew nothing about this morning… and is also angry at the realtor. I no longer hold the landlord responsible for any of this nonsense.
Ok, here’s the deal. I know of 2 possible other places to go, one’s a condo that I could buy… the other is a similarly priced one-bedroom apartment, that’s close enough to work that I could walk there. (a longish walk, mind you… but doable)
I could stand to own some property, if it looks good, though….not a bad investment.
Under tenant’s rights in Florida, I can call the police next time a realtor goes into my apartment without my permission… and I’ve now posted notice on my door that nobody is allowed entry without first having written permission from me beofore entering, lest they be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law, with a copy of statute 823 posted and highlighted for their reference. Also in the note is direction to telephone me at least 12 hours before sending an inspector over, or no audiance will be permitted under any circumstances. I tried to be nice, but they took advantage. Similar postings are on 3 of the four other residences in the building.
It’s illegal to change the locks without the landlord’s permission, but posting no trespassing does make it additionally illegal to step inside unless they have an appointment, or it’s an emergency, like a gas leak or fire.
Ugh… termite inspector came by at 7 am, and caught me heading out for walkies. If I’d been asleep (like the guy next door) there’d have been a problem. Apparently she didn’t call anyone to let us know that this guy would be here.
Strike Two for the new landlord and realtor. I’m going to give her a ring tonight and formally request notification at least 24 hours in advance about such stuff, and post a card on my door for any future visitors stating – “Please do not disturb. If an appointment was made, please call the real estate agent and tell them that you were not permitted to come in because I was not notified. If you are the realtor, please call next time, and we can work out a mutually agreeable time for a visit. Thank you.”
Hopefully today I can put more work into my website… get the skeleton worked out at least, and convert the concept into some solid CSS level one.
The tough part is going with what style to run with… I think I’ll pick one, and run with it.. once it’s in CSS, swapping out should be simple enough… (he said, knowing full well that weirdness does pop up.)
Pretty day out this morning… no sign of the impending week of wet…. but that’s how it is, here. like flicking a switch.
wooooo boy! Rain week is coming!!
not much to say, save that I’m contemplating a revamp of my homepage. it’s been 2 years.
nigh night, dear journal!
I got a postcard from danigolden from disneyland! Whee! 🙂 What a lovely surprise!
hmm… I have the feeling I’ll be doing more playing than working today…
Maybe I’ll fiddle with my homepage, if I’m between projects… that’s long overdue for a rewrite.
I’m feeling good today.. my beloved is chipper, and Newt’s a little snuggle-muffin, too. Not bad at all for a Monday!
Well that’s convenient. A free spell-checker for web-based text input boxes in Internet explorer.
Things to write about –
Do you remember exactly when you became aware of vampires? Do you remember your first shower? Do you remember when you made your first phone call by yourself? Do you remember when you started to dress yourself in the morning? Brushing your teeth? The first song on the radio? The first animal you touched?
I’ll follow up with stories as I go.
When I was a little pod, perhaps three or four years old, I got a sesame street “The Count” doll from my godfather, uncle Tommy. He was one of those friends of my dad’s that wasn’t a blood relation, but got the “uncle” prefix stapled on by general closeness. Now, Tommy was probably about 26 or 28 years old at the time, being in the same graduating class as my dad. He had a bright yellow corvette stingray, and I was small enough to fit in the back when he and my pop would go out driving around… We went out to a store somewhere, I’m not sure, exactly… Woolworth’s I think, (because he showed me the gargoyle that day, at Pleasant St. church too…) and he told me I could have any toy I wanted… At first, in all honesty, I would’ve preferred Cookie Monster or Oscar the Grouch at the time, but Tommy sold me on The Count because of his strange powers and abilities. In his Brockton accent, sort of a JFK meets Dennis Leary voice he told me, “Nah, Scotty… man, you want The Count! Check it out… He’s a vampire, little buddy! He can hypnotize you, turn into a bat, has a legion of rats, bats and wolves at his command, is wicked good at math, can make it thunder and lightening outside, and he drinks blood! How cool is that?” Well, if uncle Tommy thought the Count was cool, it made sense to me. Plus, he was purple and had a cool cape, like a superhero… and the final selling point was the Count’s laugh… “Five! five tiny caterpillars *thunderclap* Mwah-ha-ha-ha!!”
Aside from the fact that thinking about him now causes me to contemplate muppet OCD… that, and I now wonder if he fed on other muppets or the humans that lived on Sesame Street? He’s got the fangs, after all. Upon reflection, I think he just eats felt. So, that’s how I learned about vampires. Later, I’ll go into why I thought vampires would come out of the toilet when I flushed it. There’s a silly little kid fear… leave everything in the bowl, wash your hands, put the seat down, and flush… then run out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind you.
Uncle Tommy died when I was about eight years old, and he didn’t have any kids of his own. His was the first funeral I went to, and probably the first time I remember seeing my father sad. He was also the first person I ever saw smoke pot. He taught me a little about how to juggle and rollerskating (on 2×2 skates, with metal wheels… this was back in the 70’s, after all). I like to think that he and my dad are hanging out somewhere together now, shooting pool and smoking cigs guilt-free.
…And now finally here is the answer to Oil Dependency.
I’m not going to preach.
I’m not going to rant.
I am simply going to make sure the next car I drive is a diesel.
On that note.. nigh nigh, dear journal
*purr*
Deep inside a placid grove
Where we find comfortable rest
There exists a hidden, small pond
Brimming with clear water, surrounded by reeds;
And as our mind-moons brighten together
She and I see its echoes reflected therein.
ok.. maybe there’s something wrong with the modem.. I just got disconnected *again*
I’m going to have to call bellsouth tomorrow and find out what the deal is.
Hmmm… I can’t seem to maintain my DSL connection when I’m away from the machine… for some reason it drops signal and then can’t reconnect. If this keeps up, I won’t be able to use this service as a reliable web-host like I’d planned. Ah well, I may be seeking other living quarters soon, anyhow… not sure what to make of a new landlord that has no respect for privacy and personal space.
Back from Mother’s Day Breakfast… the lei Derek made for mom was very nice. We tried to get piccies of the three of us, but the guy we asked couldn’t figure out the point and click aspect of the digital camera… got a couple wacky shots, but nothing worth posting. After breakfast, mom showed us a few condos that she’s thinking about getitng, and we called Grammy up on the phone to wish her some good cheer too.
From what I hear, Derek was up late last night with his new buddy, Charlie… she sounds like a nice gal. They met at starbucks and seem to have a lot in common. I think she has a livejournal, too… I’ll have to get the address from her when we meet.
a pic of my mom and brother in front of IHOP, and an obligatory newton shot