Landlord called in a specialist team in to redo the drywall and outside concrete where the replacement A/C unit is going. I get to put Newton in the other room, and watch as they fix up the hole in the wall, finally.
So much for a little supper with the work crew.
instead, a protein bar, water and petting Newt will do.
I’m fiddling with my homepage. I wanted to make it as omni-browser safe as possible. That may not be probable.
Netscape people – I’m tired of doing loads of extra coding because your crap little browser does not conform to the set of published standards. So there. I am not a Microsoft fanboy, but I do believe they have the best browser.
Just to help anyone to understand the pain in the butt that Netscape is: I’ve made this nice little DHTML thing that lets you select a picture from a drop down menu and then changes the picture and the caption underneath. It works like a baboon on acid in IE, but of course, NS chokes and dies when this is in fact all pretty standard stuff.
I’ve seen and tested Netscape 6.1, and the little SOB still won’t show the pics.
What happened? Netscape used to be the cutting-edge one. I hate Bill Gates as much as the next guy, but the product is superior.
I really dislike making something that one group is left out on, but I don’t know… maybe it’s time to say “sorry guys, what you get is what you have, if you had the better *just as free* browser, instead. not safe for five browsers, just good for lynx level text only, and the whee-fun msie with flash and DHTML schtuff.
made lots of fun flash thingies, but nothing final..little popboopdingthings. more learning procedures. amazing, versatile and simple language.
So, anyway… where’s my sweetie? I think she went back to bed and closed the lid tight, like Tupperware. (No wonder she’s so young looking!) 😉 My little Moonflower seems to be extra sleepy lately…well, I’ll just think good thoughts for sleeping beauty and bounce from writing to code to reading by her side until she gets up. Hopefully she’ll wake long enough for us to watch mad tv or snl tonight.
I need to give myself a writing project. a fresh genre, maybe. Mystery? Western? Romance? A silly, light comic-booky story?
I dunno…
Landlord left. He’ll be back tomorrow to put insulation and patch drywall.
Carman quit yesterday (with good reason) , and that probably means Karen won’t be far behind. It’s too bad, but probably couldn’t be avoided. A shame though, because they’re both good people, good workers, and people I could see being work-buddies with. They’ll still be pals, but I won’t see as many happy, pleasant faces.
Maybe something about work?
I Had a Frightmare! – Bil Keane (Family Circus)
Read the reviews. insane.
dangit… landlord came by, totally unexpectedly… to finish the air conditioning/wall repairs. So, no AC or privacy for the next couple of hours…but I know he’ll be out of here by sundown.
Ugh.
Hot hot hot.
I woke up early this morning after a fitful sleep, and thought that I had a fever…woke up in a sweat. It turnes out that the more reasonable explanation is that I’ve been worried about my sweetheart feeling ok, and my air conditioner died sometime last night/early this morning.
I called the landlord, and have cranked all the fans in the house to full. Newton will be fine, since it’s a little cooler, but it’s still a bit warm for me to be puttering around there. So, I sent some anniversary trinkets of happiness to my beloved… (should be there by 3pm tomorrow… officially one year ago tomorrow we will have met.)
I’m now at work, in the netroom surfing, and waiting for my sweetie to pop online.
pics from the archive…. you can sort of see a rifle, and the cop goon squad… teach me not to have my newtosill cam up!
Well, shit.
Something you never want to see in a quiet neighborhood. A gang of cops with rifles pointing at your house, and an armed one at the door when you’re freshly naked from the shower.
Here it is in raw, uncleaned up format.
Newt and I just were allowed back into the apartment, after 2 hours of being made to wait in a carport 4 houses down the street. My landlord (the apartment is an efficiency built into the side of a larger house) apparently decided to arm himself, take some vicadin, and scare his girlfriend. I don’t know the whole story yet, just that there were over a dozen police cars, a fire safety vehicle and a fire engine descending on my home. I was just drying after a shower when a BCS officer knocks on my door, and tells me to come out…I let him know I’m nude and ask if it can wait a moment as I dry and dress… he told me to hurry up, and asked me through my louvered windows if there were any other entrances to my apartment than the front door. I told him no… and asked what it was all about. He said for me to just please come out, and I said sure…’Could you please tell me what’s going on..” He then informs me of the above ‘armed-drugged, please leave for your own safety/may we come inside your apartment” I told him sure, as I had my pants on by then, and picked up Newton, and walked out and up the street, as fast as my sandaled feet would take me and my orange striped son. We go four houses down the street to the nearest neighbor I know, and knock on the door, asking if I may hang out on the porch for a while… they’re good about it (as I expected, and I filled them in on what’s happening…. we at and talked about the lunacy of the deed holders of my place, and how any mook can get a gun these days. Their daughter had never met Newton, and he charmed the 8 year old completely…she said that Newton could stay over in her room whenever he wanted. (I may take them up on it, if I ever have to leave town for a day or two…) It’s funny, I had a fear that I might never see any of my stuff at the house again, but I just grabbed the baby… I even left my laptop behind. (that stuff is all replaceable….Newton’s too precious to me to leave anywhere.)