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Monday, May 31, 2004
Wow!
Well I laughed so much this weekend I feel totally rejuvinated. If there's a better couple of people to spend time with than Sliq and lette and add hb and Ax into the mix well I'd be amazed. Even doing the most mundane things we couldn't stop laughing. I'm sorry they had to leave, I wish I could have gone with them, or kept them here.
I'm also exhausted. I don't even know why, maybe just from laughing so much. We got the hotel room from hell in CT. Ok the room wasn't all that bad, but the clerk at the desk was a complete twit (hereinafter "the twit"). The room we were suppose to have was actually 2 rooms, one with a pull out sofabed and then a separate bedroom. What we were offered was 1 room and 1 king size bed. I asked the guy "did you think 3 people were going to all three get into a king-size bed?" The twit just shrugged. If lette and sliq weren't there I'd have hopped over that desk and ripped the twits ears off as souvenirs. So we opt for a room with 2 double beds. We get in this room we find out nothing is plugged in; not the phones, not the lamps, nothing! The wireless internet connection (a feature they brag about with bright yellow posters everywhere) isn't connecting and is requiring a password, thus they don't actually have it. When Sliq called the guy at the desk and told him the twit just grunted and mumbled. Sliq had to go back to the front desk for a network cable. We made the best of it, cause what can you do? Complaints to management will be forthcoming.
Well I won't tell about the rest of what happened cause there's pictures and I don't have them, they're in the possession of lette and I'm sure she'll tell the story better :) Suffice to say it was way too much fun :)
Oh yeah...added the picture of the strange statue person thingy creature from Red Bank.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I'm also exhausted. I don't even know why, maybe just from laughing so much. We got the hotel room from hell in CT. Ok the room wasn't all that bad, but the clerk at the desk was a complete twit (hereinafter "the twit"). The room we were suppose to have was actually 2 rooms, one with a pull out sofabed and then a separate bedroom. What we were offered was 1 room and 1 king size bed. I asked the guy "did you think 3 people were going to all three get into a king-size bed?" The twit just shrugged. If lette and sliq weren't there I'd have hopped over that desk and ripped the twits ears off as souvenirs. So we opt for a room with 2 double beds. We get in this room we find out nothing is plugged in; not the phones, not the lamps, nothing! The wireless internet connection (a feature they brag about with bright yellow posters everywhere) isn't connecting and is requiring a password, thus they don't actually have it. When Sliq called the guy at the desk and told him the twit just grunted and mumbled. Sliq had to go back to the front desk for a network cable. We made the best of it, cause what can you do? Complaints to management will be forthcoming.
Well I won't tell about the rest of what happened cause there's pictures and I don't have them, they're in the possession of lette and I'm sure she'll tell the story better :) Suffice to say it was way too much fun :)
Oh yeah...added the picture of the strange statue person thingy creature from Red Bank.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
OMFG What fun
Sliq and lette (aka Jerry and Nicki, though I think I only called them by their RL names 1 x each) drove out from Detroit for a mini-Worth meet with hbomb (Heather, again, I don't think I called her Heather more than 1x) and me. WE HAD THE BEST TIME! Jealous? You should be! It was so much fun! We talked for a good long while and then packed into the car and headed to Red Bank, NJ, home of Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash. Unfortunately, we got there a bit past their closing time.
We sat in Starbucks for a little bit trying to locate the "Quick Stop" and watching some weird person (turned out to be female) across the street (picture to come) all dressed in white with white grease paint on her face and hands and just standing there, very still. Apparently a gimmick for some religious organization, but it sure got people's attention.
We then drove off in search of Leonardo, NJ, home of the Quick Stop and that was a bit of an adventure. Freaking NJ has the worst road signs ever, but we found it and it was open and we bought some stuff and moved on in search of SKIBALL!!!
We'd thought about heading to Long Branch but when we passed a sign for Keansburg Amusement Park (the worst amusement park on the planet) I detoured to it. The guy behind the counter was a real character and there are some serious skiball players there. We had so much fun. Lette is secretly a skiball wizard, a skill she didn't let us know about earlier. We all collected our major awards. Sliq and Lette went practical, getting a large coffee mug with a scene of the NJ shore, hb got a totally nifty propeller launching gun thingy, which I'm totally jealous of, and I got a squirt pistol. I plan to use my water gun to launch an attack against hb's forces and steal her armory.
After that we went in search of food. We decided on Perkins but it was closed (it was only 9:00 pm fer chissake) and so we opted for Bennigans. By the time we got there it was nearly 10:30 and exhaustion was setting in on all of us. We all had some delicious food and relaxed and talked some more. I'm not sure Sliq got to talk all that much between the three women.
Everyone got back to their respective homes/hotels safely and today Sliq, lette and I are off to meet Axiom in CT. Wish hb would be coming too. Not sure what activities there are for us in CT but I'm certain of one thing, we'll have a great time :)
I so wish I could make it to the Worth meet in Las Vegas this summer. Even if it's just a chance to spend some more time with these guys, just way too much fun.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
We sat in Starbucks for a little bit trying to locate the "Quick Stop" and watching some weird person (turned out to be female) across the street (picture to come) all dressed in white with white grease paint on her face and hands and just standing there, very still. Apparently a gimmick for some religious organization, but it sure got people's attention.
We then drove off in search of Leonardo, NJ, home of the Quick Stop and that was a bit of an adventure. Freaking NJ has the worst road signs ever, but we found it and it was open and we bought some stuff and moved on in search of SKIBALL!!!
We'd thought about heading to Long Branch but when we passed a sign for Keansburg Amusement Park (the worst amusement park on the planet) I detoured to it. The guy behind the counter was a real character and there are some serious skiball players there. We had so much fun. Lette is secretly a skiball wizard, a skill she didn't let us know about earlier. We all collected our major awards. Sliq and Lette went practical, getting a large coffee mug with a scene of the NJ shore, hb got a totally nifty propeller launching gun thingy, which I'm totally jealous of, and I got a squirt pistol. I plan to use my water gun to launch an attack against hb's forces and steal her armory.
After that we went in search of food. We decided on Perkins but it was closed (it was only 9:00 pm fer chissake) and so we opted for Bennigans. By the time we got there it was nearly 10:30 and exhaustion was setting in on all of us. We all had some delicious food and relaxed and talked some more. I'm not sure Sliq got to talk all that much between the three women.
Everyone got back to their respective homes/hotels safely and today Sliq, lette and I are off to meet Axiom in CT. Wish hb would be coming too. Not sure what activities there are for us in CT but I'm certain of one thing, we'll have a great time :)
I so wish I could make it to the Worth meet in Las Vegas this summer. Even if it's just a chance to spend some more time with these guys, just way too much fun.
Friday, May 28, 2004
Cyrus
Somewhere in the range of 5 years ago a beautiful marmalade tabby showed up in my back yard. He set my cats off (they sound like sirens when they're mad) but he remained unphased by their racket. I stepped outside and he came right up to me, not something your average stray cat does. Yet he was "intact" and had no collar so I really couldn't be sure. He then proceeded to strut into my house. I was amused, my cats were not. He was young and quite healthy but he ate the food I gave him, loved being petted and sitting in my lap and generally behaved as if he were my cat, well, better than my cats behaved anyway.
He'd stick around for awhile getting food and loving and annoying the bejeezus (you're welcome, arsi) out of my cats. He'd play in my yard chasing squirrels or just lounge in the sun. Then he'd wander off for parts unknown. I tried to see where he went but he had a varying agenda and never seemed to go off in the same direction twice.
I asked the neighbor directly across the street about him and she said she'd seen him and but wasn't sure who he belonged to. She ended with the statement "did you see the size of the balls on that cat?" Well, yeah, I had. They were quite impressive and mind you, he was quite proud of them and often showed them off to anyone within eyeshot.
Well I finally saw him going towards another neighbor's house a few times and then one day the door to that house opened and the cat strode inside. AHA!
I went over and knocked on their door and asked "do you own an orange tabby?" The kid (ok he's in his 20s but he looks like a kid) reluctantly admitted it and said "oh I'm sorry is he bothering you?". "Oh no! I love him, I was going to keep him if nobody owned him, he's wonderful." The guy looked relieved and said he'd keep him out of my yard, I begged him not to, I looked forward to his visits. He told me the cats name was Cyrus.
One morning at around 7:00 a.m., as I was making a pot of coffee, I heard a thumping on the outside wall of my house, followed by "meow". It went on a few times, *thump* *meow*, *thump* *meow*. I peered out the kitchen window and there was Cyrus flinging himself into my house (he was attempting to jump on the window sill but it was either too high or too narrow for him to land on) and meowing to catch my attention. It looked and sounded so funny I couldn't stop laughing...what a goofy cat.
I didn't see Cyrus for a few days and wondered what was up, turns out he got "fixed" and was laying low in the house, possibly embarrassed. But a few days later he was back to his incorrigible self and coming around...maybe only slightly less enthusiastic.
Then he stopped showing up altogether. When I saw the neighbor kid I asked about him, worried that something might have happened. Turns out the kid moved out and took Cyrus with him, they lived in an apartment now and Cyrus no longer had adventures.
Well, the kid moved back about 6 months ago. I went over to inquire about my cat buddy and was told he was doing great, had put on some weight and wouldn't be coming out till he got his shots. I gave the kid a picture I'd taken of Cyrus lounging in my yard.
Well yesterday I was driving past their house and the kid was outside with Cyrus in his arms. I slammed on the brakes and parked the car. I ran out shouting "Cyrus! I want to see Cyrus!" (Yeah, I'm the neighborhood looney) and he put the cat on the ground. And...Cyrus ran RIGHT OVER TO ME! He remembers me!!! He got some loving and rubbed on me and purred. He's HUGE...he weighs 17 lbs but looks 30. He's still friendly and sweet and smart. They don't want to let him out to roam because he is too good a hunter. It's probably better, he'd get himself into trouble and fights and not be the gorgeous cat he is. But it was so good to see him and have him remember me. I still miss his visits and his morning wake up *thump* but I'm glad to know he's well and cared for and still precocious. I love CYRUS!
I've added a pic of Cyrus to the collection.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
He'd stick around for awhile getting food and loving and annoying the bejeezus (you're welcome, arsi) out of my cats. He'd play in my yard chasing squirrels or just lounge in the sun. Then he'd wander off for parts unknown. I tried to see where he went but he had a varying agenda and never seemed to go off in the same direction twice.
I asked the neighbor directly across the street about him and she said she'd seen him and but wasn't sure who he belonged to. She ended with the statement "did you see the size of the balls on that cat?" Well, yeah, I had. They were quite impressive and mind you, he was quite proud of them and often showed them off to anyone within eyeshot.
Well I finally saw him going towards another neighbor's house a few times and then one day the door to that house opened and the cat strode inside. AHA!
I went over and knocked on their door and asked "do you own an orange tabby?" The kid (ok he's in his 20s but he looks like a kid) reluctantly admitted it and said "oh I'm sorry is he bothering you?". "Oh no! I love him, I was going to keep him if nobody owned him, he's wonderful." The guy looked relieved and said he'd keep him out of my yard, I begged him not to, I looked forward to his visits. He told me the cats name was Cyrus.
One morning at around 7:00 a.m., as I was making a pot of coffee, I heard a thumping on the outside wall of my house, followed by "meow". It went on a few times, *thump* *meow*, *thump* *meow*. I peered out the kitchen window and there was Cyrus flinging himself into my house (he was attempting to jump on the window sill but it was either too high or too narrow for him to land on) and meowing to catch my attention. It looked and sounded so funny I couldn't stop laughing...what a goofy cat.
I didn't see Cyrus for a few days and wondered what was up, turns out he got "fixed" and was laying low in the house, possibly embarrassed. But a few days later he was back to his incorrigible self and coming around...maybe only slightly less enthusiastic.
Then he stopped showing up altogether. When I saw the neighbor kid I asked about him, worried that something might have happened. Turns out the kid moved out and took Cyrus with him, they lived in an apartment now and Cyrus no longer had adventures.
Well, the kid moved back about 6 months ago. I went over to inquire about my cat buddy and was told he was doing great, had put on some weight and wouldn't be coming out till he got his shots. I gave the kid a picture I'd taken of Cyrus lounging in my yard.
Well yesterday I was driving past their house and the kid was outside with Cyrus in his arms. I slammed on the brakes and parked the car. I ran out shouting "Cyrus! I want to see Cyrus!" (Yeah, I'm the neighborhood looney) and he put the cat on the ground. And...Cyrus ran RIGHT OVER TO ME! He remembers me!!! He got some loving and rubbed on me and purred. He's HUGE...he weighs 17 lbs but looks 30. He's still friendly and sweet and smart. They don't want to let him out to roam because he is too good a hunter. It's probably better, he'd get himself into trouble and fights and not be the gorgeous cat he is. But it was so good to see him and have him remember me. I still miss his visits and his morning wake up *thump* but I'm glad to know he's well and cared for and still precocious. I love CYRUS!
I've added a pic of Cyrus to the collection.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Hey I accomplished something today!
I've been putting off cleaning the house, well I've been putting that off for many months but since company is coming for the weekend I wanted it to be a little less frightening to them. Being the lazy person I am though it's hard to get motivated to clean months worth of no upkeep. Today out of sheer boredom though I managed to get a bunch of little things done.
I was e-mailing some HUGE files to someone and the uploads were taking in excess of 10 minutes and then several more for the mail to actually go through. With 4 files to do this was almost an hour of computer down time for me, so I straightened up a bit. Tomorrow and Friday I'll be doing the big stuff, like slaying dust rhinos and de-lacing (cobwebs) the ceiling and corners.
I've also managed to work on my first ps entry in awhile, jotted down a quick story for the text contests (needs serious refining, but it might just come together) and managed just now to feed 2 stray cats who were about to have a battle over some burnt chicken crumbs.
I'm feeling darn good, I might just do the dishes...
NAH!
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I was e-mailing some HUGE files to someone and the uploads were taking in excess of 10 minutes and then several more for the mail to actually go through. With 4 files to do this was almost an hour of computer down time for me, so I straightened up a bit. Tomorrow and Friday I'll be doing the big stuff, like slaying dust rhinos and de-lacing (cobwebs) the ceiling and corners.
I've also managed to work on my first ps entry in awhile, jotted down a quick story for the text contests (needs serious refining, but it might just come together) and managed just now to feed 2 stray cats who were about to have a battle over some burnt chicken crumbs.
I'm feeling darn good, I might just do the dishes...
NAH!
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Due to a minor glitch...
Nobody could see the pictures...well Axiom could but I don't know why he could, maybe he's looking through my window. Anyway, simple resolution, just host the dang pics :)
Well I'm so happy now it seems to be working. I did manage to resize them width-wise, but making them all the same height would do weird things, it's best to just hit the start button and let the slide show plays on it's own.
Thank you to everyone for your help! :)
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Well I'm so happy now it seems to be working. I did manage to resize them width-wise, but making them all the same height would do weird things, it's best to just hit the start button and let the slide show plays on it's own.
Thank you to everyone for your help! :)
Weee!!!
Added this little (ok, rather large) slide show so I don't have to keep changing pictures. Now I can just add a picture to the slide show. Also, don't need a host for my pics which is a real time saver.
Yes it needs some tweaking. I'll need to make all the pictures the same size so the page doesn't resize with each click. All in all I think it's pretty nifty :D Oh yeah, you need to enable javascript to view the slide show.
Oh and the new pics added are: the house chicken, Daisey, from my brother's farm and some images from the tulip festival. I'll add more later, I'm just all jazzed that the thing works at all.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Yes it needs some tweaking. I'll need to make all the pictures the same size so the page doesn't resize with each click. All in all I think it's pretty nifty :D Oh yeah, you need to enable javascript to view the slide show.
Oh and the new pics added are: the house chicken, Daisey, from my brother's farm and some images from the tulip festival. I'll add more later, I'm just all jazzed that the thing works at all.
Thursday, May 20, 2004
I knew what kind of day it would be when I spilled coffee all over this morning...
I work a temporary part-time job for an accountant. Specifically I am working on his never ending divorce litigation (9 years and counting). Today we finished a huge motion and I was in the process of reorganizing the legal files, nothing exciting but was really getting into it.
By 3:00 all the other girls have left for the day, and now the boss leaves. At 4:00 I remember I'm suppose to call Sue to see if she can cut my hair tonight. I grab my cell phone and step outside into the fresh air. Sue doesn't answer but I leave a message for her to call back. I turn to go back into the office and...
THE FREAKING DOOR IS LOCKED!
I'm standing outside with no keys, no money, no purse and no way to get back inside!!
I rummage through my car (which I left unlocked) and come up with a credit card type thing, I try to slide it in to pop the latch but it merely chews the card up. I find an awl, I could break a window but I don't want to pay for it. I try it on the lock, but I chew up the weatherstripping and get nowhere. I circle the building but everything looks locked tight.
I try to call Sue back but still no answer, she's sleeping off whatever she tied on last night. Then I call Sandy. She is having a bad day too, she is swearing, loudly, at her computer or her boss I'm not sure which. I hang up.
Just then I notice that 1 window to the basement has only a screen on it, no storm window. If I can get the screen off I can get in, all I need is a phillips head screwdriver. I pop the trunk of my car, rummage around and voila! I start to unscrew the thing, it's got 9 screws. The window is behind a rhodadendren bush which is poking and jabbing at me like a prize fighter. 7 screws off but one is a flat head and one is stripped. I go back to the trunk and rummage some more...YES! I get the rusted flat head out and start yanking against the stripped one...which wasn't actually stripped, yet.
Now I've got the screen off and I realize that this tiny window requires me to be a contortionist to get through. The whole thing is coated in a 2" layer of brown greasy spider-webby-leafy-godknowswhat. I'm wearing good clothes and heels. There is nothing to put my foot on for the 5 foot drop. There's stuff piled there, but it's not going to support my weight. Cars on the street will be able to see me and I'll probably be arrested, but I'm going in....
I knock a bunch of stuff over and give the window opening a good cleaning with my hair and nice clothes. I run up the stairs and unlock the door. I go back down stairs and pick up some of the stuff I knocked over. As I ascend the stairs again to go out and put the screen on the UPS man walks through the door. His expression gave a complete description of how I must have looked covered in spider-web-grease-muck. He practically threw the package at me.
Well I put the screen back on and washed up/brushed off as much as I was able. I tried to do a little more filing after that but I must have pulled a few muscles trying to get through the window so I packed up and left and did a triple take to make sure I had all my stuff with me this time.
Now I'm debating whether I should mention this to the boss tomorrow. I might need to use that entrance again and I'd hate to have him block it off.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
By 3:00 all the other girls have left for the day, and now the boss leaves. At 4:00 I remember I'm suppose to call Sue to see if she can cut my hair tonight. I grab my cell phone and step outside into the fresh air. Sue doesn't answer but I leave a message for her to call back. I turn to go back into the office and...
THE FREAKING DOOR IS LOCKED!
I'm standing outside with no keys, no money, no purse and no way to get back inside!!
I rummage through my car (which I left unlocked) and come up with a credit card type thing, I try to slide it in to pop the latch but it merely chews the card up. I find an awl, I could break a window but I don't want to pay for it. I try it on the lock, but I chew up the weatherstripping and get nowhere. I circle the building but everything looks locked tight.
I try to call Sue back but still no answer, she's sleeping off whatever she tied on last night. Then I call Sandy. She is having a bad day too, she is swearing, loudly, at her computer or her boss I'm not sure which. I hang up.
Just then I notice that 1 window to the basement has only a screen on it, no storm window. If I can get the screen off I can get in, all I need is a phillips head screwdriver. I pop the trunk of my car, rummage around and voila! I start to unscrew the thing, it's got 9 screws. The window is behind a rhodadendren bush which is poking and jabbing at me like a prize fighter. 7 screws off but one is a flat head and one is stripped. I go back to the trunk and rummage some more...YES! I get the rusted flat head out and start yanking against the stripped one...which wasn't actually stripped, yet.
Now I've got the screen off and I realize that this tiny window requires me to be a contortionist to get through. The whole thing is coated in a 2" layer of brown greasy spider-webby-leafy-godknowswhat. I'm wearing good clothes and heels. There is nothing to put my foot on for the 5 foot drop. There's stuff piled there, but it's not going to support my weight. Cars on the street will be able to see me and I'll probably be arrested, but I'm going in....
I knock a bunch of stuff over and give the window opening a good cleaning with my hair and nice clothes. I run up the stairs and unlock the door. I go back down stairs and pick up some of the stuff I knocked over. As I ascend the stairs again to go out and put the screen on the UPS man walks through the door. His expression gave a complete description of how I must have looked covered in spider-web-grease-muck. He practically threw the package at me.
Well I put the screen back on and washed up/brushed off as much as I was able. I tried to do a little more filing after that but I must have pulled a few muscles trying to get through the window so I packed up and left and did a triple take to make sure I had all my stuff with me this time.
Now I'm debating whether I should mention this to the boss tomorrow. I might need to use that entrance again and I'd hate to have him block it off.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
Space Age
First of all a huge thank you to arsi for designing my new titles and headers, they look awesome. He also sent me a whole bunch of nifty fonts to use too, so I'll probably test them out.
Thanks to everyone for their great comments, they are very helful and encouraging.
Main issue now is to change the sub-titles "The fine art of bitchcraft" (though I'm very partial to the word bitchcraft) and "What the...?" aren't really in keeping with the populuxe theme. So I've been wracking my one remaining and overworked brain cell to try to come up with something more appropriate. I've been considering something in the style of googie architecture, just to keep it alive! :) Still accepting ideas if anyone has any.
I've also cleaned up the code quite a bit, the bad thing about using FrontPage is that it will put the font code/color/size in front of everything, that's messy and unneccessary unless you use a different font for every line. All that extraneous code made publishing take too long.
Thought bubble: If I'm understanding the function, my font choices should show up even if they aren't loaded on someone else's computer (or is that setting unique to each individual's browser?). Otherwise browsers can be set to a default font if one isn't specified in the code. Also I can code in alternate fonts if the first choice isn't available for a visitor. If you can understand that babble, please let me know if I'm way off base on that.
Enough of this for now.
*****
Moving onto the food court... I made pizza rolls the other day. Pizza rolls, in case you've never seen them, are simply pizza rolled up. You spread out your dough, layer meat and cheese (I used pepperoni and prosciutto-is that spelled correctly?) roll the whole thing up, slice and bake. Once they are done you get some sauce; pizza sauce, spaghetti sauce, etc., and either dip the rolls or pour on top. I eat these with my fingers so I do the dipping method. There's a before and after picture over there to give you an idea of what they look like. They are delicious, you can add whatever ingredients you would add to any pizza or make up your own combination. They pack well as a lunch too! Mmmmmm.
Well off to work. I might be getting a little bit more business redesigning a web site for this guy I'm currently working for, I'm going to look at his site today and see what needs to be done.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Thanks to everyone for their great comments, they are very helful and encouraging.
Main issue now is to change the sub-titles "The fine art of bitchcraft" (though I'm very partial to the word bitchcraft) and "What the...?" aren't really in keeping with the populuxe theme. So I've been wracking my one remaining and overworked brain cell to try to come up with something more appropriate. I've been considering something in the style of googie architecture, just to keep it alive! :) Still accepting ideas if anyone has any.
I've also cleaned up the code quite a bit, the bad thing about using FrontPage is that it will put the font code/color/size in front of everything, that's messy and unneccessary unless you use a different font for every line. All that extraneous code made publishing take too long.
Thought bubble: If I'm understanding the function, my font choices should show up even if they aren't loaded on someone else's computer (or is that setting unique to each individual's browser?). Otherwise browsers can be set to a default font if one isn't specified in the code. Also I can code in alternate fonts if the first choice isn't available for a visitor. If you can understand that babble, please let me know if I'm way off base on that.
Enough of this for now.
*****
Moving onto the food court... I made pizza rolls the other day. Pizza rolls, in case you've never seen them, are simply pizza rolled up. You spread out your dough, layer meat and cheese (I used pepperoni and prosciutto-is that spelled correctly?) roll the whole thing up, slice and bake. Once they are done you get some sauce; pizza sauce, spaghetti sauce, etc., and either dip the rolls or pour on top. I eat these with my fingers so I do the dipping method. There's a before and after picture over there to give you an idea of what they look like. They are delicious, you can add whatever ingredients you would add to any pizza or make up your own combination. They pack well as a lunch too! Mmmmmm.
Well off to work. I might be getting a little bit more business redesigning a web site for this guy I'm currently working for, I'm going to look at his site today and see what needs to be done.
Monday, May 17, 2004
I'm almost done...
Yes!!! I got most of the things tweaked the way I want them, finally. That was a solid 24 hours of work. The guestbook should be set up, though I'll probably change the "alt" tags (on the e-mail and guestbook) later.
Special thanks to Jago for the little script to get rid of those gawdawful underlines and let me have a cool "hover" color.
Also, special thanks to galoot for the anti-spam script, thanks so much for working that code out, I doubt I could have figured out how to get the image to work, well at least not before I'm ready for Social Security.
Please let me know what you think. I want to change the font to something more retro for at least the posts, and possibly the colors of the fonts too. So if you have any suggestions (or know of a good "atomic" feeling font), I'd love to hear them.
Not sure I like the posts bolded but I am concerned about the contrast, some people are color blind and that's a problem, maybe the color should be changed (hint, hint if you're color blind, let me know how this whole thing shows up for you please). (removing bold for now)
If you find anything not working on the site, let me know. I've heard that those with "wee little" monitors (you know who you are) can't see the whole screen so I'll probably put some cell padding on the right, or reduce the pic size a bit further.
Anyway, I'm all excited about this now and yet I'll probably want to redo it all by next weekend! :)
Happy blogging...
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Special thanks to Jago for the little script to get rid of those gawdawful underlines and let me have a cool "hover" color.
Also, special thanks to galoot for the anti-spam script, thanks so much for working that code out, I doubt I could have figured out how to get the image to work, well at least not before I'm ready for Social Security.
Please let me know what you think. I want to change the font to something more retro for at least the posts, and possibly the colors of the fonts too. So if you have any suggestions (or know of a good "atomic" feeling font), I'd love to hear them.
Not sure I like the posts bolded but I am concerned about the contrast, some people are color blind and that's a problem, maybe the color should be changed (hint, hint if you're color blind, let me know how this whole thing shows up for you please). (removing bold for now)
If you find anything not working on the site, let me know. I've heard that those with "wee little" monitors (you know who you are) can't see the whole screen so I'll probably put some cell padding on the right, or reduce the pic size a bit further.
Anyway, I'm all excited about this now and yet I'll probably want to redo it all by next weekend! :)
Happy blogging...
Sunday, May 16, 2004
I've been working since last night on redesigning this blog. I've started a little "image corner" over to the right with an updated image (if any) that corresponds with current posts. If there's no new image the old one will stay there and wait (and behave itself, dammit) with the date of the corresponding post.
I still have some tweaking to do. Whatever is ailing the archive links, making them look so funky, needs to be fixed. Also, I hate the underline for the hyperlinks but haven't figured out how to get rid of it.
Lastly I want to change the font and color of the posts themselves (including the date). This little piece of code has eluded me thus far. Most of the coding was done in Front Page because I'm too lazy to look up and code manually. Looking back if I'd coded this by hand it would have taken only 1/2 the time it utlimately has taken.
P.S. The guestbook is offline at the moment. I'll get there...
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I still have some tweaking to do. Whatever is ailing the archive links, making them look so funky, needs to be fixed. Also, I hate the underline for the hyperlinks but haven't figured out how to get rid of it.
Lastly I want to change the font and color of the posts themselves (including the date). This little piece of code has eluded me thus far. Most of the coding was done in Front Page because I'm too lazy to look up and code manually. Looking back if I'd coded this by hand it would have taken only 1/2 the time it utlimately has taken.
P.S. The guestbook is offline at the moment. I'll get there...
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Moonman has a music feed site too, it's great stuff and now it's in the links for you to check out. Have a listen, you won't be disappointed!
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Jaymeekae's Grab a Book Game
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
Thus skill and science both must fall;
And ruin is the lot of all. ~~The Hurricane, by Philip Freneau/Treasury of American Poetry
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
Thus skill and science both must fall;
And ruin is the lot of all. ~~The Hurricane, by Philip Freneau/Treasury of American Poetry
Friday, May 14, 2004
I haven't blogged in a few days so I figured it was about time to update. My plan was to do that when I got home from work today since I got off a bit early. Just as I was about to though all the power on our block went out. I checked with the neighbors just in case, it somehow feels better if everyone around you has no power then if it's just your house. I really didn't need to check though, next door didn't have their perpetual air compressor running so that was a sure sign. So at 3:50 I decided to take a nap instead.
I fell asleep and had a weird dream about filing legal papers for my boss and the post office and some guy who let me cut the line. Anyway, as I was getting up to the line in the post office I told the guy who was letting me cut in that I was in a hurry because the electricity would come back on soon. As I put the postal item on the counter I woke up, looked at the clock which was still black (digital) and a moment later the power came back. Weird.
I wanted to post about the present my brother bought me while I was visiting him. There's a German "Pork Store" (deli) near his home and he was excited about bringing me there. He bought himself some weird stuff called yeager-something that looked like spongy ham. Oddly, it tasted like spongy ham too. No thanks! What he bought me and I love is cervalat wurst. Cervalat is a small hard salami-type sausage (wurst). It smells like salami, strong salami. It's not as big around and not as long (about 2" diameter and about 6" long...get your mind away from that for a moment...sheesh!) Well it comes in a natural casing and sometimes they import it in plastic. I'm a no-plastic type, the plastic keeps it from drying out a bit. Noooooo...I don't want plastic and in fact I'll hang the sausage to get some of the oil to drip out. So now that I'm home I've done just that. The image at top right corner shows the cervalat hanging next to my panties on the clothes line. Yeah, that's right, my panties. Yeah they do smell like salami. Yes, I am single, why do you ask?
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I fell asleep and had a weird dream about filing legal papers for my boss and the post office and some guy who let me cut the line. Anyway, as I was getting up to the line in the post office I told the guy who was letting me cut in that I was in a hurry because the electricity would come back on soon. As I put the postal item on the counter I woke up, looked at the clock which was still black (digital) and a moment later the power came back. Weird.
I wanted to post about the present my brother bought me while I was visiting him. There's a German "Pork Store" (deli) near his home and he was excited about bringing me there. He bought himself some weird stuff called yeager-something that looked like spongy ham. Oddly, it tasted like spongy ham too. No thanks! What he bought me and I love is cervalat wurst. Cervalat is a small hard salami-type sausage (wurst). It smells like salami, strong salami. It's not as big around and not as long (about 2" diameter and about 6" long...get your mind away from that for a moment...sheesh!) Well it comes in a natural casing and sometimes they import it in plastic. I'm a no-plastic type, the plastic keeps it from drying out a bit. Noooooo...I don't want plastic and in fact I'll hang the sausage to get some of the oil to drip out. So now that I'm home I've done just that. The image at top right corner shows the cervalat hanging next to my panties on the clothes line. Yeah, that's right, my panties. Yeah they do smell like salami. Yes, I am single, why do you ask?
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Ooooo you gotta listen to UCSBM. Why are you listening to anything else?
And while you're listening, play Jaymeekae's book game:
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
According to Egyptian theology, the structure of a man is not limited to only his mortal shell and spritual self, but is a complex and interconnected structure where his physical body, spiritual body, mental and emotional states play one off the other. ~~Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead. By: Normandi Ellis
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
And while you're listening, play Jaymeekae's book game:
Instructions:
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
According to Egyptian theology, the structure of a man is not limited to only his mortal shell and spritual self, but is a complex and interconnected structure where his physical body, spiritual body, mental and emotional states play one off the other. ~~Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead. By: Normandi Ellis
Monday, May 10, 2004
Mission accomplished, I'm safely ensconced in my own abode once again.
The trip was not without incident. Firstly I left much later than planned even factoring procrastination time in so I hit traffic. In NJ there is always traffic and at 4:30 pm we are just beginning peak rush hour but what I hadn't anticipated was that the "great migration to the shore" traffic would have started this early. So it was bumper to bumper on the connecting road to the Garden State Parkway. After sitting in this for about 1/2 hour and only moving 5 miles I was preoccupied with the location and logistics of the cars around me. I noticed the car behind me was traveling very close so I kept an eye on her. At one point a guy in a van cut me off and I looked into my rear view mirror, it was close but she managed to stop. Unfortunately the guy behind her didn't and...the chain reaction began. I was pissed, I was positive my car had gotten damage and I would have to cancel the trip. We inched over to the side of the road (because New Jersians are nothing if not rude and inconsiderate. Therefore no one lets you over to the shoulder for any reason in traffic). The guy that hit her in the pick-up pulled behind me and she pulled in front of me and I saw that the whole back end of her car was a wreck.
I jump out and go right to my rear bumper and and and....NOTHING!!! The gods have smiled on me. Her plastic bumper hit my plastic bumper and voila...no damage! But his metal truck hit her plastic bumper and well, you do the math. As far as it goes though, we were three very friendly, amiable people. No one was hurt, no one was screaming, we all were joking (me mostly, I was in the catbird seat) and we had a chance to relax (an hour to be precise) before the cop got there.
The rest of the trip was ok until I hit exit 19 on the Thruway. I wanted to call my brother and tell him I was 2 exits away but my cell phone doesn't work, it's searching for a tower (I only passed 20). I'm trying to drive and search for network service...this is AT&T. They're NATIONWIDE...wtf? They have coverage everywhere except where ever I happen to be at the moment. They suck. No new contract. End of that story.
I meet up with my brother and we travel to his house and I meet his girlfriend for the 2nd time ever. The first time was at my grandmother's funeral 5 years ago and was brief and we were all crying so much I don't remember too much about her. But I meet her now and I nearly instantly hate her. Ok not exactly, I don't have that much time because one of their dogs, Trooper, wants to rip the flesh from my body and I can't sit down and Jesse (my brother's g/f) is just holding him calling him a "good dog". Uh, no. That's not my definition of a good dog.
Eventually, we get to talking and laughing and it's all ok. I'm too tired from the trip to think and they ask me what music I want to listen to. I don't care, I seriously, really, truly, honestly don't care, but they keep asking. I probably should have cared though because she decided to put on some gansta rap at top (no conversation, even sign language can't be heard over this) volume. Eventually they put on something else but I think it was that moment I decided I didn't like her. "Hi, welcome to our home" "You must be tired after your long drive and the terrorisation of our pet, let me soothe and comfort you with the soft sound of DEATH"
They made a nice room for me and I settled in exhausted. I left the door open a crack hoping one of the cats would crawl into bed and snuggle like my cats at home do. At one point I rolled over and about 1/2" from my ear I hear this low, menacing growl. I don't breathe, I don't so much as twitch a muscle. I learned this technique of utter stillness riding on the NYC subway through East New York, who thought it would come in handy when bundled in a cozy country bed? The dog then proceeds to bark at me for 20 solid minutes. This does not wake my hosts. I can't move because I need my legs and he's sure to eat one. Eventually he decides my motionlessness means I'm dead and goes into the hall. I creep to the door and close it. He barks at the closed door for 1/2 hour. This still wakes no one else. I don't sleep so well.
The next morning we go to the tulip fest. This is where I learn to really despise Jesse. She does not stop complaining about anything and everything the whole time. "why are we walking here" "why are you eating that, can't you chew?" "where are the tulips" "look at that guy peeing on a tree" "I thought dogs weren't allowed in here" "look at those girls all tan, what a waste of time tanning is" STFU ALREADY.
I have to say this. My brother used to be very aggressive and a tad violent. He maintains his cool so, soooo well now. They've been going together for 7 years and maybe this is how it is for people after awhile. She bitches, he tunes out, they live happily ever after. I don't know, it was hard to walk into unexpectedly. My relationships usually end long before the bitching point. I got the feeling she was hoping for an ally, someone to say "yeah, Eric, why are you doing this or that?" She found no ally in me, he did nothing wrong. If you are in a relationship and you're female and you do this...STFU, PLEASE. You should hear what you sound like. The tulip festival was fun anyway, we had laughs and good food and made fun of the freak show that was the crowd.
After the festival we went to a barbecue at one of their friend's homes. This is never a comfortable situation for me. I don't socialize a lot anymore and I'm pretty quiet even around my own friends. Put in a circumstance where I know no one and I'm destined to be the wallflower. At the same time, I don't want to be the wallflower. I know the wallflower gets "talked about" more than anyone after the party. "Did you see her?" "What was her problem?" "Weren't we good enough to talk to?" It's nothing to do with them but if you don't socialize everyone thinks it's a matter of being not good enough to be talked to...so...I tried to find a niche. Everyone migrated to the garage and fired up blunts and bongs and what have you. It's not something I indulge in with any frequency anymore. An occasional hit when I know I'm not going anywhere for awhile but not toke after toke. I took a few hits, drank a beer, drank a few concoctions people made (quite good, vodka and some kind of twister thing) and then they set up poker (next best thing to a pool game). I coerced my brother and Jesse to play...everyone played.
At some point it came down to me and "their best poker player" as one person put it. We were both all in, he had $30 more in chips than I did (this, let me add, was not real money or I'd have lost by the second hand). I kicked his ass. We left. I'm pretty sure no one is speaking to my brother anymore :D
The next night was a little better for sleeping. The dog was outside and Jack the cat (who I couldn't help but call Jax or Jaxom) curled up with me to sleep, he even put his paw around me. The dog didn't growl at me too much the next morning and we had a nice breakfast with Jesse's mom (now I know where she gets it) and her grandma (who I really like).
All in all, I had a good time and while I'm glad I don't have to live with Jesse I think she's been good for my brother. They have a nice life and wonderful little farm and I'm so very happy for them. I'll go back to visit, I've even entertained moving to that area...we'll see.
But all in all...it's good to be home.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
The trip was not without incident. Firstly I left much later than planned even factoring procrastination time in so I hit traffic. In NJ there is always traffic and at 4:30 pm we are just beginning peak rush hour but what I hadn't anticipated was that the "great migration to the shore" traffic would have started this early. So it was bumper to bumper on the connecting road to the Garden State Parkway. After sitting in this for about 1/2 hour and only moving 5 miles I was preoccupied with the location and logistics of the cars around me. I noticed the car behind me was traveling very close so I kept an eye on her. At one point a guy in a van cut me off and I looked into my rear view mirror, it was close but she managed to stop. Unfortunately the guy behind her didn't and...the chain reaction began. I was pissed, I was positive my car had gotten damage and I would have to cancel the trip. We inched over to the side of the road (because New Jersians are nothing if not rude and inconsiderate. Therefore no one lets you over to the shoulder for any reason in traffic). The guy that hit her in the pick-up pulled behind me and she pulled in front of me and I saw that the whole back end of her car was a wreck.
I jump out and go right to my rear bumper and and and....NOTHING!!! The gods have smiled on me. Her plastic bumper hit my plastic bumper and voila...no damage! But his metal truck hit her plastic bumper and well, you do the math. As far as it goes though, we were three very friendly, amiable people. No one was hurt, no one was screaming, we all were joking (me mostly, I was in the catbird seat) and we had a chance to relax (an hour to be precise) before the cop got there.
The rest of the trip was ok until I hit exit 19 on the Thruway. I wanted to call my brother and tell him I was 2 exits away but my cell phone doesn't work, it's searching for a tower (I only passed 20). I'm trying to drive and search for network service...this is AT&T. They're NATIONWIDE...wtf? They have coverage everywhere except where ever I happen to be at the moment. They suck. No new contract. End of that story.
I meet up with my brother and we travel to his house and I meet his girlfriend for the 2nd time ever. The first time was at my grandmother's funeral 5 years ago and was brief and we were all crying so much I don't remember too much about her. But I meet her now and I nearly instantly hate her. Ok not exactly, I don't have that much time because one of their dogs, Trooper, wants to rip the flesh from my body and I can't sit down and Jesse (my brother's g/f) is just holding him calling him a "good dog". Uh, no. That's not my definition of a good dog.
Eventually, we get to talking and laughing and it's all ok. I'm too tired from the trip to think and they ask me what music I want to listen to. I don't care, I seriously, really, truly, honestly don't care, but they keep asking. I probably should have cared though because she decided to put on some gansta rap at top (no conversation, even sign language can't be heard over this) volume. Eventually they put on something else but I think it was that moment I decided I didn't like her. "Hi, welcome to our home" "You must be tired after your long drive and the terrorisation of our pet, let me soothe and comfort you with the soft sound of DEATH"
They made a nice room for me and I settled in exhausted. I left the door open a crack hoping one of the cats would crawl into bed and snuggle like my cats at home do. At one point I rolled over and about 1/2" from my ear I hear this low, menacing growl. I don't breathe, I don't so much as twitch a muscle. I learned this technique of utter stillness riding on the NYC subway through East New York, who thought it would come in handy when bundled in a cozy country bed? The dog then proceeds to bark at me for 20 solid minutes. This does not wake my hosts. I can't move because I need my legs and he's sure to eat one. Eventually he decides my motionlessness means I'm dead and goes into the hall. I creep to the door and close it. He barks at the closed door for 1/2 hour. This still wakes no one else. I don't sleep so well.
The next morning we go to the tulip fest. This is where I learn to really despise Jesse. She does not stop complaining about anything and everything the whole time. "why are we walking here" "why are you eating that, can't you chew?" "where are the tulips" "look at that guy peeing on a tree" "I thought dogs weren't allowed in here" "look at those girls all tan, what a waste of time tanning is" STFU ALREADY.
I have to say this. My brother used to be very aggressive and a tad violent. He maintains his cool so, soooo well now. They've been going together for 7 years and maybe this is how it is for people after awhile. She bitches, he tunes out, they live happily ever after. I don't know, it was hard to walk into unexpectedly. My relationships usually end long before the bitching point. I got the feeling she was hoping for an ally, someone to say "yeah, Eric, why are you doing this or that?" She found no ally in me, he did nothing wrong. If you are in a relationship and you're female and you do this...STFU, PLEASE. You should hear what you sound like. The tulip festival was fun anyway, we had laughs and good food and made fun of the freak show that was the crowd.
After the festival we went to a barbecue at one of their friend's homes. This is never a comfortable situation for me. I don't socialize a lot anymore and I'm pretty quiet even around my own friends. Put in a circumstance where I know no one and I'm destined to be the wallflower. At the same time, I don't want to be the wallflower. I know the wallflower gets "talked about" more than anyone after the party. "Did you see her?" "What was her problem?" "Weren't we good enough to talk to?" It's nothing to do with them but if you don't socialize everyone thinks it's a matter of being not good enough to be talked to...so...I tried to find a niche. Everyone migrated to the garage and fired up blunts and bongs and what have you. It's not something I indulge in with any frequency anymore. An occasional hit when I know I'm not going anywhere for awhile but not toke after toke. I took a few hits, drank a beer, drank a few concoctions people made (quite good, vodka and some kind of twister thing) and then they set up poker (next best thing to a pool game). I coerced my brother and Jesse to play...everyone played.
At some point it came down to me and "their best poker player" as one person put it. We were both all in, he had $30 more in chips than I did (this, let me add, was not real money or I'd have lost by the second hand). I kicked his ass. We left. I'm pretty sure no one is speaking to my brother anymore :D
The next night was a little better for sleeping. The dog was outside and Jack the cat (who I couldn't help but call Jax or Jaxom) curled up with me to sleep, he even put his paw around me. The dog didn't growl at me too much the next morning and we had a nice breakfast with Jesse's mom (now I know where she gets it) and her grandma (who I really like).
All in all, I had a good time and while I'm glad I don't have to live with Jesse I think she's been good for my brother. They have a nice life and wonderful little farm and I'm so very happy for them. I'll go back to visit, I've even entertained moving to that area...we'll see.
But all in all...it's good to be home.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Last blog for a few days...
I'm off to upstate NY for the weekend. Catskill to be exact. I've been through there once before, accidently. I was on my way home from Albany and was admiring how well my 3 year old windshield wipers were working in the horrible storm I was travelling in along the NY Thruway and at just that moment the one on the driver side (the one I needed) flew off into oblivion. So I crept along the shoulder until I got to the next exit, which was Catskill. At the end of the ramp was a convenience store where apparently the cast of "Deliverance" works. I asked if they carried windshield wipers and I swear the kid behind the counter stood there, mouth agape, a line of drool hanging from his lower lip. He slowly mouthed the word windshield wiper. I made a swiping motion with my hand, which I think frightened him. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't get burned as a witch.
Yeah, even with that memory still crystal clear in my mind I'm venturing back there.
My brother lives on a farm in Catskill. Not a working farm a "drop your stray critter off here" farm. He has cats, dogs, goats and chickens. Most of the chickens roost in the trees, but apparently they have a "house chicken" that is imprinted on his cats. Also I understand that some of the goats meander into the house, this should be interesting. I hope they don't steal the covers...it gets cold up there at night.
Before I leave I have a ton of chores to do which I'm procrastinating doing and rationalizing away about what *really* needs to be done. Eventually I'll have found a reason not to do any of them and still won't get on the road at a reasonable time. I'm a master procrastinator, that really should be a craft, it takes really skill to find avoidance techniques and excuses without feeling guilty.
Hope everyone has a good weekend, I expect to see everyone's blog updated so I will have good reading material when I get back (I'll need some excuse to avoid having to unpack).
Bye...(hope my car holds out)
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I'm off to upstate NY for the weekend. Catskill to be exact. I've been through there once before, accidently. I was on my way home from Albany and was admiring how well my 3 year old windshield wipers were working in the horrible storm I was travelling in along the NY Thruway and at just that moment the one on the driver side (the one I needed) flew off into oblivion. So I crept along the shoulder until I got to the next exit, which was Catskill. At the end of the ramp was a convenience store where apparently the cast of "Deliverance" works. I asked if they carried windshield wipers and I swear the kid behind the counter stood there, mouth agape, a line of drool hanging from his lower lip. He slowly mouthed the word windshield wiper. I made a swiping motion with my hand, which I think frightened him. I suppose I'm lucky I didn't get burned as a witch.
Yeah, even with that memory still crystal clear in my mind I'm venturing back there.
My brother lives on a farm in Catskill. Not a working farm a "drop your stray critter off here" farm. He has cats, dogs, goats and chickens. Most of the chickens roost in the trees, but apparently they have a "house chicken" that is imprinted on his cats. Also I understand that some of the goats meander into the house, this should be interesting. I hope they don't steal the covers...it gets cold up there at night.
Before I leave I have a ton of chores to do which I'm procrastinating doing and rationalizing away about what *really* needs to be done. Eventually I'll have found a reason not to do any of them and still won't get on the road at a reasonable time. I'm a master procrastinator, that really should be a craft, it takes really skill to find avoidance techniques and excuses without feeling guilty.
Hope everyone has a good weekend, I expect to see everyone's blog updated so I will have good reading material when I get back (I'll need some excuse to avoid having to unpack).
Bye...(hope my car holds out)
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Added some new links today. Nothing much else to post (or that I feel like posting rather) for now, go read someone else's blog! :P
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Welp, gotta go to work today. I don't have to, I mean there's no gun pointed to my head, but I still like food and that's where the money comes from, so I "gotta". Of all the temporary, part-time, god-awful jobs I've had this one isn't too bad. Boss-wise the guy is great, totally easy going, no pressure, gives me the stuff, tells me what he needs and lets me deal with it. He just called and said "we talked about you 'stopping by' today". "Stopping by" ...I like that. He wanted to know what time, and I told him. How easy!!! On top of that he pays me well and in cash. The drawback (there's always one, you knew it was coming, right?) the work itself. I'm organizing the mess his divorce has become, or rather, the after-divorce which has been going on for 9 years...NINE YEARS.
People who have money fight over the stupidest things. Truly the guy's wife is a bitch but he won't let go of the silly stuff either. Who knows what they've run up in lawyers fees, forensic accountant fees (yeah, cause when you got money you need a forensic accountant to ferret it out), court costs, expert witnesses, etc. Not to mention the hurt feelings, alienation of their children and therapist costs.
His major issue is having to pay his ex $24 a month in alimony. She doesn't need the money, she makes $75,000 a year and got a large inheritance from her father's estate. I see his point BUT...why are you willing to spend thousands in legal costs just to avoid that? He can afford it, he makes in excess of $100,000 a year, it's a pittance. It's all "the principal". Isn't there a time when you just say "this is stupid, here's your money, be gone with you?"
Hey, but I'm willing to take a little piece of this action. I'll happily organize your legal documents, type up your motions, make lists of your assets and debts. I might even tell you you're right, because based on principal you are, based on intellect you're dumb but heck you're right and that's what counts isn't it?
Gotta wonder.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
People who have money fight over the stupidest things. Truly the guy's wife is a bitch but he won't let go of the silly stuff either. Who knows what they've run up in lawyers fees, forensic accountant fees (yeah, cause when you got money you need a forensic accountant to ferret it out), court costs, expert witnesses, etc. Not to mention the hurt feelings, alienation of their children and therapist costs.
His major issue is having to pay his ex $24 a month in alimony. She doesn't need the money, she makes $75,000 a year and got a large inheritance from her father's estate. I see his point BUT...why are you willing to spend thousands in legal costs just to avoid that? He can afford it, he makes in excess of $100,000 a year, it's a pittance. It's all "the principal". Isn't there a time when you just say "this is stupid, here's your money, be gone with you?"
Hey, but I'm willing to take a little piece of this action. I'll happily organize your legal documents, type up your motions, make lists of your assets and debts. I might even tell you you're right, because based on principal you are, based on intellect you're dumb but heck you're right and that's what counts isn't it?
Gotta wonder.
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
First phone call of the day comes from Sue (see post of April 30th for insight). She informs me it's her, she has no idea how distinctive her voice is, nor that it's volume is a dead giveaway. She is babbling about speakers and road-blocks. I have a spare set of computer speakers she wants (and if Sue wants something she will chase you to your grave to get it). They are cheap and I don't need them so I offered them to her. She is going to come by and pick them up but apparently whatever road she's on there are police roadblocks. They are stopping uninsured drivers. She is an uninsured driver. She spent all her money on a new car and the remainder goes towards drinking in pubs at least 4 times a week, certainly there's no money left for insurance. I'll put the speakers on the bench in front of the house so I won't have to have a close encounter with her, but I'll be getting a call in about an hour asking how to hook them up or why her sound card doesn't work.
I have a lot of stuff to do today and no motivation to do it. I've got to clean this house and pack and get to the store. It's already late morning and I'm still sipping coffee and bumming in my jammies. Seems the more I have to do the more I drag my feet, must be a law of physics at work. Guess I should mow the lawn too, it's about a foot high. Wonder if there's someplace I can rent a goat.
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
I have a lot of stuff to do today and no motivation to do it. I've got to clean this house and pack and get to the store. It's already late morning and I'm still sipping coffee and bumming in my jammies. Seems the more I have to do the more I drag my feet, must be a law of physics at work. Guess I should mow the lawn too, it's about a foot high. Wonder if there's someplace I can rent a goat.
Monday, May 03, 2004
YAY!!! I'm happy to say the petition has worked and iZ now has a shiny new blog. From what I've read so far it's great, how could it not be? So please, look to the right and scroll to his link and enjoy! :)
dolly's world: the fine art of bitchcraft
Oh yeah, I'm starting a petition, right here on this blog page, to get iZ to start his own blog. I'm sure he has something to say, nobody is THAT quiet. Besides, he's like a humor sniper. He's all quiet, sometimes for hours and then all of a sudden he comes out of nowhere with some funny line, then goes back into hiding. I think he needs to blog and I intend to get him to start one...if you agree then post a comment.
C'mon iZ, it's time to let your font be heard!!!
Decided to give my blog a new look. It's not exactly where I want it to be yet but it's getting there. I have a few more tweaks I want to do. It's been so long since I coded and things have changed a bit, now there's all sorts of javacssdhtmlbleh. It's not simply background= and text=...ah, the good old days where a blinking banner was the only annoying part of webdesign.
Played poker with kitten, hb, iZ, Sliq, Scarlette, MC, Galoot, D1, Groggie, Chris!!!!, moonman and a few other folks who frequent the worth chat rooms/forums. It was so much fun. Sliq was the big winner of the evening and moonman was nipping his heels. Hb probably would have mopped the floor with all of us if she'd gotten there earlier. Looks like this might be a regular Sunday night event. Maybe I'll get so good I'll be in next year's World Poker Tournament on ESPN. It's easy to have a poker face over the net, well except for Chris due to his addiction to !!! :).
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