July 22, 2000
K... this will be a test, to see
if Susan
has helped me solve the problems my brother is having. Norm,
drop me a note and let me know. I'm still using PageMill, and
I'm noticing that while it seems to have cleared the border on
my screen, I'm not getting the full table width to the right
as I normally do. I haven't had time to mess with Dreamweaver
today, but since there aren't any races on tomorrow, I'll suspect
that between playing Diablo and sleeping, I'll check it out.
Just to prove that Gryph, Susan, Suz et al aren't completely crazy, I'll give you a little scene from my life:
Location: Inside of a small apartment. Full of furniture and electronic equipment, lights are showing everywhere, from the red of the on-off switches for the DVD and Tivo, to the green lights on the front of the computer and cable modem. Beyond the slight fan noise of the computer, there is nothing to hear.
Suddenly, the noise of a key entering the lock shatters the calm.
Enter our hero, Bruce. He carries in his hands the fruits of shopping at the local supermarket. Obvious signs of exhaustion are evident, as he slowly puts away his booty in the refrigerator, and plops down on the couch to watch "This Old House Classics". After the obligatory two episodes, he finally gets up and decides to make supper. This evening's dinner will be baked chicken, with a side of baby carrots. Figuring that he won't have time on Friday, nor the desire on Saturday or Sunday to cook, he makes enough Lemon Pepper chicken to last for the weekend, freezing the pieces he's cooked and not eaten. Glancing at the garbage which has the chicken packaging in it, he grunts, and then sits down to play Diablo, fully intent on emptying it after a quick bout with Act III.
The next morning, our hero awakes, listens to the weather report, turns off the air conditioning and opens the windows. He makes his daily entry on his website, and off he goes to work.
Time passes... lots of it. Apparently, our star has had an invitation to a game night elsewhere on Friday night, so we don't hear the key rattling until about 1:40 AM on Saturday morning.
He steps in the apartment, and sniffs once. He then steps out of the apartment, coughing. Leaving the door wide open, he takes a deep breath, runs in and grabs the now stinking garbage from the kitchen, and hurries it out to the dumpster.
OK, so I forgot....some things never change. It was just about 85 in the house at that time, and had probably been hotter during the day. Yes, I'm pretty much a goober. If I had a dog or something, I might be more careful with my trash. Normally, I just don't have too much in there that is wet/ smelly. At least I live alone, and don't inflict it on others. (ooh, can you imagine me bringing a date home to that?)
At least I can poke fun at myself :)
I'm delighted to see that there is some action elsewhere in our community. The Divamind appears to be getting online finally, with some wit and wisdom from people I admire :) Andy is moving in the right direction too, after some discussion in my office at work about what the purpose of the whole thing is. My final answer is "Beats me!"
And Blake, ignore the "puffy factor" complaint, no one but she thinks it is true, just remind her she looks radiant!
I am off to the casino tonight with Suz for a fun filled evening of losing my money. I just don't know how Suz is able to win. I must be the unluckiest person in the world. On the other hand, I actually enjoy the opportunity to watch all of the odd people who go to the casino. So, I am careful about what I spend, and I enjoy the time watching!