I should’ve seen this coming.
What does one get when one requests fan art to fill the buffer?
My fans rock. Thanks - everyone - for being here 
(and thanks to ideaphile Jamie for the fan!)
It’s no shock.
I don’t like William Carlos Williams. If you’ve been around a while, you’ve probably noticed.
As a result, I like poems that beat up on William Carlos Williams.
And I thought " must give everyone summon god ability and then use that ability to get out of every tight situation" was a no-no
The Giant in the Playground - Message Boards - 200 things Mr. Welch can no longer do in an RPG
Mandine - hope you’re reading this - laughing my ass off.
Monet Refuses the Operation — Lisel Mueller
When I was in high school, I once wrote a poem about the way the darkness blurs together when I’m without my glasses. I made reference to the problem in Daisy’s Toothache as well. I’ve wondered, with so many of us being blind-as-a-bat, why it’s not mentioned more often, this weakness that we have.
Maybe it’s because the way each of us sees is so personal — nobody can see through my eyes but me. (And even then…)
Lisel Mueller’s Monet Refuses the Operation makes me feel a little less alone in the dark.
MacOS Classic Sound Pack 1.4 - VersionTracker
Whoo!! I found the ChuToy sound from Mac OS 9 in a Mac OS X-compatible format!! My computer sounds like a squeaky toy again!
Dude, if you used a Mac during the 80’s or 90’s, you’ve gotta download these sounds:
MacOS Classic Sound Pack 1.4 - VersionTracker
There are even .wav versions of the files in there for those of you who’ve fallen to the dark side! Wild Eeps ride again!!
And, dammit, I’m awake again.
So I slept from just after three to just after 8:30 if you excuse the five or so minutes I was groggy in the middle of the night when Nighthawk let the dog out. At 8:30 she decided she wanted to be awake and outside, so I got up with her and tried to nap on the sofa. Failed, but at least it was a try.* Meanwhile said dog just came in, and she’s snoring on the sofa.
I’m trying not to be angry that the dog’s asleep when I’m awake, since I wanted to be asleep when she was awake. I might just wake her up three or four times today just for the sheer evil fun of it.
Just read through my morning comic trawl and now I’m debating whether to launch into homework or make a food shopping list. Maybe I’ll work on the site design, or maybe I’ll work out. If I work out, maybe I’ll fall asleep by 6 tonight. That might be fun. I might even get tired enough that way to sleep on this sofa.
*to all the guests I ever subjected to this horrible-for-sleeping sofa, I offer abject apologies. This thing’s only comfortable for sleeping if you’re running a fever of 102 and can’t move from the exhaustion anyway.
3 am for close to the last time
I’m currently uploading the last of the changes to our class project website — at least, the last ones I plan on making… at least, the last ones tonight. We’ve reached the stage where we’re rapidly writing documentation to try to get our deliverables together, and discussing lockdown dates. If all else fails we lock down at 6pm on Wednesday, because that’s when we hand all our blood, sweat, and tears over to Dr. LaPlante. At that point, three of the four members of my group (myself included) are done, finished, kaput, end-of-Master’s.
Meanwhile, it’s 3am Sunday and I’m not going to wonder why I feel like hell all day later when I get up.
At least if I’m up until 3am coding in the future, it’ll be for either money or my own insanity.
