I'm on a mission
to answer all the mail in my inbox that should be answered and archive everything else - before this year is done and gone.
Today will be a glorious day for all men to celebrate.
Update:
~210 messages filtered through. 15 replies written. The blackhole has been slain!
working on storyboards
Rainy mornings
...sitting in the window at Herbivore, eating a delicious hot vegan breakfast, sipping Chai tea, listening to Morrissey, and reading Counterculture Throughout the Ages are the best.
Facelift
This vacation hasn't just been arts, crafts, and assorted tom foolery. No sir. It's also been about business. I've finally gotten around to re-designing this blog - 1 year and 3 months after stripping off the old look. And you know what? ..It's still in progress.
The main page and the pages for each post should be functional in new browsers. If you have one of those and things look a bit off, try clearing your cash. This goes double for the 2% of you Safari users (from the menubar select Safari | Empty Cache).
The auxiliary pages are going to take awhile longer. Especially if they were never stripped down. Maybe that'll happen this weekend... Or maybe I'll get the last 3 Crystal Stars in Paper Mario instead. If your getting in on the office pool, lean towards another year.
Re: Ho Ho Ho
Christmas is a strange holiday for me. I don't believe in the Jesus part and I especially don't like the consumer consumption. On the other hand, any excuse to get folks together for enjoying each others company in the company of delicious food is fine by me.
For the first time since moving out to the big city, Lane stayed home for the holidays. On Christmas Eve we had Mary, Eugene, and Goldman over for a little of the old stuffing faces and gift exchanging. I love those kids. Good times were had and many photos were taken.
This go round, I decided to try the no presents thing... I have enough issues with the stuff I've collected over the years. A new pile all in the course of a single day is not for me. I sent various emails and made some calls of the "I don't want anything... But if you must one of these charities would be nice" variety. The reactions were all over the joint. Some had questions, some took it personally, some thought it was cool, and some managed to miss the message entirely. As a result, it wasn't a completely dry Christmas, but it was pretty close. Now that it's all said and done, it's really nice. Sure it's great to get gifts from people when they really want to give you something, yet those sorts of expressions don't need to ride in on items.
My first New Years resolution is to do it again next year.
Strengths: Knows all the tags.
It's annual self-eval time at work. Looking back on this year is depressing. It's not a complete wash. Though it's not enough to look past the overflowing production HTML and micromanagement pitfalls either. When I branched out at the beginning of the year, I had considerably different expectations... despite the warnings.
Filling out this form is never fun... but man is it bad when you don't have anything for 3/4 of the year.
Accomplishments: Made all the requested changes.
Ugh.
On a funnier note: Blogger spell check thinks "micromanagement" should be replaced with "necromancer". What it lacks in ability, it makes up for with personality.
Less than two days....
Caged Fury
you can only hope to contain her.
No Regrets
City born, into this world with no knowledge and no regrets
Had a piece of yellow chalk with which she'd draw upon the street
The many faces of the various locals that she would meet
There was joshua, age 10
Bully of the block
Who always took her milk money at the morning bus stop
There was Mrs. Crabtree, and her poodle
She always gave a wave and holler on her weekly trip down to the bingo parlor
And she drew
Men, women, kids, sunsets, clouds
And she drew
Skyscrapers, fruit stands, cities, towns
Always said hello to passers-by
They'd ask her why she passed her time
Attachin lines to concrete
But she would only smile
Now all the other children living in or near her building
Ran around like tyrants, soaking up the open fire hydrants
They would say
'Hey little Lucy, wanna come jump double dutch?'
Lucy would pause, look, grin and say
'I'm busy, thank you much'
Well, well, one year passed
And believe it or not
She covered every last inch of the entire sidewalk,
And she stopped-
'Lucy, after all this, you're just giving in today??'
She said:
'I'm not giving in, I'm finished,' and walked away
(Chorus: x2)
1 2 3
That's the speed of the seed
A B C
That's the speed of the need
You can dream a little dream
Or you can live a little dream
I'd rather live it
Cuz dreamers always chase
But never get it
Now Lucy was 37, and introverted somewhat
Basement apartment in the same building she grew up in
She traded in her blue barettes for long locks held up with a clip
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
And she drew
Little bobby who would come to sweep the porch
And she drew
The mailman, delivered everyday at 4
Lucy had very little contact with the folks outside her cubicle day
But she found it suitable, and she liked it that way
She had a man now: Rico, similar, hermit
They would only see each other once or twice a week on purpose
They appreciated space and Rico was an artist too
So they'd connect on saturdays to share the pictures that they drew
(Look!)
Now every month or so, she'd get a knock upon the front door
Just one of the neighbors,
Actin nice, although she was a strange girl, really
Say, 'Lucy, wanna join me for some lunch??'
Lucy would smile and say 'I'm busy, thank you much'
And they would make a weird face the second the door shut
And run and tell their friends how truly crazy Lucy was
And lucy knew what people thought but didn't care
Cuz while they spread their rumors through the street
She'd paint another masterpiece
(Chorus x2)
Lucy was 87, upon her death bed
At the senior home, where she had previously checked in
Traded in the locks and clips for a head rest
Traded in the charcoal sticks for arthritis, it had to happen
And she drew no more, just sat and watched the dawn
Had a television in the room that she'd never turned on
Lucy pinned up a life worth's of pictures on the wall
And sat and smiled, looked each one over, just to laugh at it all
No Rico, he had passed, 'bout 5 years back
So the visiting hours pulled in a big flock o' nothin
She'd never spoken once throughout the spanning of her life
Until the day she leaned forward, grinned and pulled the nurse aside
And she said:
'Look, I've never had a dream in my life
Because a dream is what you wanna do, but still haven't pursued
I knew what I wanted and did it till it was done
So i've been the dream that I wanted to be since day one!'
Well!
The nurse jumped back,
She'd never heard Lucy even talk,
'Specially words like that
She walked over to the door, and pulled it closed behind
Then Lucy blew a kiss to each one of her pictures
And she died.
(Chorus x2)
1 2 3...
A B C...
By Aesop Rock
My internal clock is busted.
I have two shuttle choices for work. One at 9am and one at 10am. I like the 9 because I can leave work in time to cook some dinner and squeeze in some relaxin with my lady. Lately, I've been taking the 10. I either can't get it together to get out of bed on time or I do and somehow manage to take a really long time getting ready for work.
I'm blaming winter. There's no bright sun to straighten out my Melatonin. I should be in a cave with a cozy bed hibernating. It's my nature.
Lots of jobs have summer hours... where you get to go home a little early for a month or two. I hereby propose winter hours... where everyone comes in late for a month or two. It'll be great.
I'm being disparaged
Holiday Ice Cream
...at Mitchell's in San Francisco.
