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Ready for a Redesign

Yep, I think I’m ready to embark on my website redesign. Maybe if I had a real website with real content, I could get recognized in the “blogging community”… or some shit like that. I mean, shit, look at Dooce. She writes about her new baby, and breastfeeding, and getting fired from her job because of her website, and wrapping pasta around her dog’s snout because it’s funny. We’re both intelligent ex-Mormon women with a good sense of humor and a decent amount of web design skill, IMO. If I spent some quality time on my new site, got it to look all spiffy, maybe spent another few minutes actually composing blog articles rather than just being satisfied with my stream-of-consciousness posts?maybe then I could get some new readership. Or at least feel better about myself.

Next weekend: Mom’s visit and our trip to Dayton. Visit Grandpa and Grandma Cook and Amy.
Weekend after: Michigan Ren Fest (maybe)
Labor Day weekend: Taste of Cleveland (maybe)
Following weekend: Saginaires / Northern Aurora alumni picnic & Black Swamp w/ Amy
Weekend after that: Gravity Games in Cleveland Saturday & parade on Sunday

Gotta staff the phones tomorrow. Blech. I don’t mind it so much, except that I have some stuff from last week to wrap up, and new stuff to learn for this week, and it’s just about impossible while answering phone calls all day.

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Home alone on a Friday night

Ehh. Part of me wants to do nothing but websurf, and part of me is totally bored with it and wants to leave the computer and do something else. Part of me is perfectly content to listen to the Twilight Singers album I just downloaded. (Amazon recommended the album, but I’m sure they intended me to actually purchase it.)

Part of me wants to be creative. To write, maybe. Part of me wants to read, but isn’t interested in either of the books I’m currently reading. (LOTR won’t fit in the purse, so I’m reading a McCaffrey book at work and leaving the Tolkien for just before bed.) Part of me is tempted to go pick up the guitar, but knows that I’d be frustrated after only ten minutes of playing the few chords I know, mainly because my fingertips would feel like hamburger already.

So, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll turn off the music and play some Civ III. I really don’t feel like watching TV or going to bed yet.

::sigh::

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Hey, Beth!

I scanned in that article about the wax paper transfers and posted it here if you’d like to read it. Someone messaged me on the Pop Photo forums and that reminded me that I’d been planning to scan it in for ya.

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Yoga Makes Me Feel Good

After reading sheryls‘ journal, where she points to this article about weight-loss that you really should read, I decided that I needed to start back up on a regular regimen of physical activity. (So, what else is new?) I ended up doing my Yoga for Dummies Workout DVD… and man, that feels good. My arms and legs are kind of wobbly—a little tired from holding up my still-oversized frame in unusual positions—but it’s that good kind of stretchy I-just-worked-out feeling.

Speaking of feeling good about things: holy crap, can you believe the weather?! Sure, it’s overcast, kinda, but I don’t think it got about 70° today. Feels like October in August—not that I’m complaining. Awesome, awesome weather. I went out to get some Arby’s for lunch today and didn’t want to go back inside.

My brain wandered onto this thought today at work: Am I narcissistic? I don’t think so, but I have a strange predilection for poring over photographs and reflections of myself. Sometimes I think I look pretty good, and other times my gorge rises at how large my double-chin once was or how big my thighs still are. It all depends on my mood, I think. Either way, I don’t think I’m obsessed with my looks—not by a long shot. I just find it weird that my own reflection can keep me captivated like a first-grader for minutes at a time.

Now I’m off to rate more stuff on Amazon, so that it’ll give me better stupid ads and recommendations. 🙂

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Black Background = Evil and Hurty to my eyes

I hate reading websites with lots of white type on a black background. (Not like yours, Aaron—I’m talking about this one in particular.) It makes my eyes do that spotty thing like I’ve been staring at a light or at the sun, except it’s stripes instead of spots, and it really fucks me up.

That said, I’m going upstairs to read and go to sleep. ::pause:: —Read? Hmm.