David misses me.
I miss David.
I’m going down to see him! Hopefully in two weeks!
Very excited, can’t wait to see New Orleans again. The aquarium is open and so is the zoo! and I need to find out if Liuzzas is open again as well.
I miss David a lot.
keep on…
I’m still tweaking the colors and any feedback would be appreciated. I really like the grey background here next to the pink but my suspicion is that it won’t be all that popular. Yes? No? let me know, you are the ones who have to read it.
Owen called me tonight to invite me out to a drink. It was lovely and perfect. We’d both been home alone for too long, we were going batty. It hadn’t even occured to me how batty I was getting until we got together. Perhaps the fact that I was scrubbing the bathroom at one in the morning should have been an indicator that I needed more human contact.
Or maybe the fact that I shunned all human contact and declined all invites for the fourth so i could stay at home and perfect my sausage recipe. I got problems, I really do.
Pink is the new velvet
New host, new design. Pink.
Many of you might recognize the banner.
That’s the invite that Jessi designed for my housewarming party. I’d been racking my brains trying to come up with a design for the page. Things were hopeless and I was thinking about just buying a template. I surprised myself, though. After getting permission from Jessi I threw the image in photoshop and started working.
Then I got all frustrated because I don’t actually know anything about making graphics or designing things. Then I got really frustrated because I didn’t even know how to move the graphic around.
Then I realized how retarded I was. I work at an art college. I work with people who know how to do these things. A few minutes with Emily and Levi and I got it all figured out. Building the template was another piece of frustration, but I think we got it all worked out.
at least for now.
I need to figure out how to get more padding at the bottom of the boxes to the right, change a couple background colors and set up the photoblog. Easy.
Thanks to everyone who helped me pound out the issues. I’m still not done. It gives me a headache.
This is only a test
I am testing the photoblog feature…
PTSD averted
Once again this morning I was grateful I had dogs instead of kids. I mean beyond the standard “my dogs will never deal drugs, watch anime porn or deplete the greater Wichita metropolitan area of it’s itinerant worker population using a crude but effective shiv he formed himself using an empty Schlitz can”.
No, this morning it was a much cruder sentiment. First, let me set up. On the weekends I keep my alarm clock on for the same time it goes off during the week. I don’t necessarily get up with it, but I find that if I wake up once in the morning then it prevents me from sleeping til 3 in the afternoon and wasting my day.
Anyway, the alarm goes off this morning at 7am the way it always does. I lay there for a bit trying to figure out what the fuck is going on and why the hell am I dreaming about delayed shuttle launches. Slowly it seeps in that the alarm is going off, it’s not monday, if I turn it off I can go back to sleep! Huzzah for the shopkeep!
I own a king sized bed, a big bed, I can’t just reach the alarm from where I sleep (sprawled out across the middle) I must roll to it. As luck would have it, Ghengis is quite often between me and the alarm if David isn’t there. I rolled my doughy fatitude over him, hit the alarm and went back to sleep. Ghengis reacted by making his mudgeon noise, stretching and cuddling into my back.
Ghengis won’t remember it at all.
Now, if I had a child who somehow managed to get in my bed and I was naked (which I wouldn’t be if my kid was in my bed, but let’s just go with the model as it stands), if ghengis were a child (a human child) I suspect that they would react in the same way initially and then…
then 20 years later you would find the full grown version of that child lying fetal on the kitchen floor and weeping, a can of Pilsbury biscuit dough exploded on the counter. This sudden trigger of memory will cost me thousands in therapy bills.
Dogs are better than kids!