April 14th, 2003

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I had a nightmare last night I was home and went to wake my mom up from a nap. My parents sleep a lot and were like that even when I was a kid because they had me very late, so I have long experience saying things like "Mom, it's time for dinner" or "Mom, the teakettle's whistling." Well, I tried to wake her and she wouldn't get up. In the dream, I totally freaked. I remember I just sort of walked away and sat in the kitchen and kept thinking, "OK, there's nothing I can do but wait for other people to realize." Then it was like 15 minutes when I suddenly thought, "Oh, no, what if there was something I could do or should have done?" I thought what if it was a stroke and they could maybe still do something! I hadn't even checked her for a pulse. So I ran in to the couch again and this time when I touched her, she woke up, kind of groggy. It was just a nap.

I know exactly why I dreamt this.
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I am about to blow my stack. Count to 10... Count to 10... Count to 10..."

The web site and server of the client I work for is down which would be bad enough since it prevents me from doing just about anything I could think of, but the one thing I thought I could do in the meantime, which was create a couple of pages from some Word documents, is not going smoothly. I've been wrestling with one stupid 18-row table for like an hour and a half and it is doing WEIRD stuff to the page. Right now it's no longer messing up the header and footer but there's like 2 feet of black space under it that I can't figure out at all. Die!

Last week the lady asked me if this format was going to work -- her sending me the documents and me converting them to HTML. I told her it wasn't the best way and we should just let people access either Excel or PDFs. Now I am going to TELL her that's the way and no, I will NOT be doing this again.

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Somehow I hurt my knee, apparently why doing nothing more than sitting since it was fine when I went out biking. I noticed it yesterday after book group but sometime before that meeting I went to (which never happened, another mystery). It doesn't hurt if I stand on it or hold the leg straight or even *that* much if I bend it, but any time I sit up or sit down or bend and put pressure on it, I can't help yelping. Everything seems to be attached, it's just super achey and pinched feeling. I don't have very much experience with things like this but I would guess if its not swollen it can't be anything too bad.
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Strange -- and dumb -- but true

I just found out the reason why the web site is down. The corporate credit card they used to purchase the hosting at some point in the past expired and so when renewal came up, the hosting company tried to charge it based on the old number. When this failed, rather than inform the company, they just cancelled it. I hope to HELL they did not flush the files or damn, we are a BIT screwed. Sure, we could piece together what all the latest versions are (I update the site from two computers and Lynn works on it as well) but DO WE WANT THAT? Nein, nein, nein!
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The Hokey Pokey... Shakespeare style

Got this from my RL friend Anne, who has really good taste as far as funny ha-ha's she passes on -- and plus, she only sends them to ME, not everyone in her address book :)

The following is from the Washington Post Style Invitational contest that
asks readers to submit "instructions" for something (anything), but written
in the style of a famous person. The winning entry was from Jeff Brechlin.

The Hokey Pokey (as written by W. Shakespeare).

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.


He he.
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Hawking the Con

(I've tried to post this like 5 times, LJ is nutso, but here goes...)

I bet some visitors to Metro Girl's web site might be surprised and maybe I *might* weird out a potential client or two, but today I decided it would be cool to advertise my involvement with Grissecon (the Wraeththu con) right on the main page of my web site/domain. I mean, I've had this thing about an award I got for being one of the most kick-ass women in Atlanta, and this con gig is a lot bigger deal so I may as well advertise.

Meantime I am currently working on proofing Storm's final revision of The Enchantments of Flesh and Spirit (her first novel), which she is putting out as the first venture of her self-pub venture, Immanion Press. I'm going to be listed as editor, yay! It's going to be a super nice edition, which cover art by Ruby, the a-fucking-mazing revised text and an expanded appendix (hmmm, that sounds rather medical). She wants it out by summer, definitely before the con.
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