[m4w] The Juggler

Juggling too many projects? This is bad.

Well, I must not be. I managed to leave my cell phone at the awfis all night and had only one missed call. I successfully worked out last night, bought some massively discounted Valentine's Candy, allowing me to witness prog's amusing sugar high while TiVO-purging SG1 last night. This morning, it took me less than a half hour to deposit cheques, pick up prescriptions and get a new parking permit.

Perhaps the hardest part about juggling is actually starting. At least, for a not-exactly-a-workaholic like myself.

I have a lot of unfinished projects, dropped balls that I haven't bothered to pick up. And a number of projects I mean to pick up, someday. Mostly art. Including commissions, which is hideously lame. Luckily, they're patient. (I debate whether I should just get a pysanky set-up to keep in Momville now. Alas, I will probably not be able to get to H^2 in time to avail myself of the sale mattlistener mentioned.)

I'm having that post-postcard positive feedback euphoria that tells me "Hey, why can't I do a postcard a month and maybe get the deck done within a few years, rather than decades?" And, as long as I have a work environment with enough leeway to allow me to "tune up my M4d ph0t0sh0p sk1llz" on this powerful desktop... I can't come up with a reason for why not. Except... which tarot cards to do? (Only have about 70 left...)

If you haven't received the postcard, I probably was too spastic when labelling to hunt for your address. Send me an email with a subject like "put address in list *now*, before the next postcard deadline" and maybe that'll do it. (I should probably look into the appropriate filing software...)

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Close to Home is about a wedding videographer who can't admit he screwed up.
Host tip: Invite guests who like to be behind cameras too, because you never know when the pros will fail you.
Guest tip: If the host has put a disposable camera on your table, promply get pictures of everyone at the table, and then go for the random candids.

Women's wit is also about marriage: Trust your husband, adore your husband, and get as much as you can in your own name -- Joan Rivers

If up until recently there was little hope of marrying your partner of choice, you may have not being paying attention to such sage advice. Time to tune in.

[m4w] The Juggler

Juggling too many projects? This is bad.

Well, I must not be. I managed to leave my cell phone at the awfis all night and had only one missed call. I successfully worked out last night, bought some massively discounted Valentine's Candy, allowing me to witness prog's amusing sugar high while TiVO-purging SG1 last night. This morning, it took me less than a half hour to deposit cheques, pick up prescriptions and get a new parking permit.

Perhaps the hardest part about juggling is actually starting. At least, for a not-exactly-a-workaholic like myself.

I have a lot of unfinished projects, dropped balls that I haven't bothered to pick up. And a number of projects I mean to pick up, someday. Mostly art. Including commissions, which is hideously lame. Luckily, they're patient. (I debate whether I should just get a pysanky set-up to keep in Momville now. Alas, I will probably not be able to get to H^2 in time to avail myself of the sale mattlistener mentioned.)

I'm having that post-postcard positive feedback euphoria that tells me "Hey, why can't I do a postcard a month and maybe get the deck done within a few years, rather than decades?" And, as long as I have a work environment with enough leeway to allow me to "tune up my M4d ph0t0sh0p sk1llz" on this powerful desktop... I can't come up with a reason for why not. Except... which tarot cards to do? (Only have about 70 left...)

If you haven't received the postcard, I probably was too spastic when labelling to hunt for your address. Send me an email with a subject like "put address in list *now*, before the next postcard deadline" and maybe that'll do it. (I should probably look into the appropriate filing software...)

::

Close to Home is about a wedding videographer who can't admit he screwed up.
Host tip: Invite guests who like to be behind cameras too, because you never know when the pros will fail you.
Guest tip: If the host has put a disposable camera on your table, promply get pictures of everyone at the table, and then go for the random candids.

Women's wit is also about marriage: Trust your husband, adore your husband, and get as much as you can in your own name -- Joan Rivers

If up until recently there was little hope of marrying your partner of choice, you may have not being paying attention to such sage advice. Time to tune in.

cubicle sweet cubicle (and the case of the vanishing easter candy)

There is a Home Depot almost in walking distance of my office. Very Dangerous.
Today I went there and bought about 40 strong little button magnets to hold up the not-enough-for-a-sarong cloths I bought over the summer. So now my cubicle walls are tropical blues, instead of institutional beige.
I also managed to convince them to sell me adjustable wire plant hangers sans plastic pot.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to find the adorable easter packaging I saw in a Tops Supermarket over the weekend. It was something like "celebrations" (milky way miniatures), only in a little satin rabbit-head drawstring bag, with ears. About big enough for, o, a Fluxx deck or two, maybe some Icehouse stashes, hell, even just gaming dice, if you want to be cuter than the Crown-Royal bag crowd.

You see where I am going with this?

So, since buying one meant buying all of them, (if not for the various Mad Lab Rabbits in my life, but to sew enough of them together to get something like ts52's big ol' "all th stash colors" bag), I resisted. They'll only be more ubiqutious between now and Easter, right?

I can't find them anywhere.
Was I hallucinating? Then again, maybe it's too early. Most of the web sites are still promoting valentine's day candy.

cubicle sweet cubicle (and the case of the vanishing easter candy)

There is a Home Depot almost in walking distance of my office. Very Dangerous.
Today I went there and bought about 40 strong little button magnets to hold up the not-enough-for-a-sarong cloths I bought over the summer. So now my cubicle walls are tropical blues, instead of institutional beige.
I also managed to convince them to sell me adjustable wire plant hangers sans plastic pot.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to find the adorable easter packaging I saw in a Tops Supermarket over the weekend. It was something like "celebrations" (milky way miniatures), only in a little satin rabbit-head drawstring bag, with ears. About big enough for, o, a Fluxx deck or two, maybe some Icehouse stashes, hell, even just gaming dice, if you want to be cuter than the Crown-Royal bag crowd.

You see where I am going with this?

So, since buying one meant buying all of them, (if not for the various Mad Lab Rabbits in my life, but to sew enough of them together to get something like ts52's big ol' "all th stash colors" bag), I resisted. They'll only be more ubiqutious between now and Easter, right?

I can't find them anywhere.
Was I hallucinating? Then again, maybe it's too early. Most of the web sites are still promoting valentine's day candy.

scenes from the mayor's office

Heeee. I gave hrafn a big waxy smooch.

The new mayor wanted some Fresh Hometown Art for his office, sent the Arts Council off to find some, make a proper exhibit out of it, then had an opening reception where we were all invited to hang out in his office and look at the art. (Also scattered throughout city hall, but, going through the mayoral suite to see the art in there was a novelty in itself.)

The theme of the show was Somerville Encaustic Artists, i.e. wax works. Yes, the art was quite good, since we apparently have a master wax worker in the neighborhood. (Hell, apparently Somerville is second only to New York City for Artists per Capita. Wow.) What really sold me was the "Join us for refreshments (including wax candy, of course)" And they meant it!

Shockingly, no one else went for the Wax Lips. Arts Councilor Rachel broke up in the middle of opening remarks when she realized someone actually wore them. (bows.) Councilor Greg would not look at me when I had them on. Mayor Joe laughed appropriately.

Afterwards, over to brickbottom for a "salon" lecture on the universe. The facts of which I will quickly pry from my brain so I can continue to enjoy SG1 with its portable insta-wormhole way WAY faster than light travel that doesn't allow two way matter travel, but does allow instantaneous radio conversations.

Granted, that's all filed under "yet imcomprehensible advanced alien science." When they get stuck orbiting Jupiter on mostly human technology, they do have to contend with communication delays of convincing length, which, tonight's lecturer pointed out, is far more familiar to us after tracking folks spend three weeks rebooting the Mars Lander.

scenes from the mayor's office

Heeee. I gave hrafn a big waxy smooch.

The new mayor wanted some Fresh Hometown Art for his office, sent the Arts Council off to find some, make a proper exhibit out of it, then had an opening reception where we were all invited to hang out in his office and look at the art. (Also scattered throughout city hall, but, going through the mayoral suite to see the art in there was a novelty in itself.)

The theme of the show was Somerville Encaustic Artists, i.e. wax works. Yes, the art was quite good, since we apparently have a master wax worker in the neighborhood. (Hell, apparently Somerville is second only to New York City for Artists per Capita. Wow.) What really sold me was the "Join us for refreshments (including wax candy, of course)" And they meant it!

Shockingly, no one else went for the Wax Lips. Arts Councilor Rachel broke up in the middle of opening remarks when she realized someone actually wore them. (bows.) Councilor Greg would not look at me when I had them on. Mayor Joe laughed appropriately.

Afterwards, over to brickbottom for a "salon" lecture on the universe. The facts of which I will quickly pry from my brain so I can continue to enjoy SG1 with its portable insta-wormhole way WAY faster than light travel that doesn't allow two way matter travel, but does allow instantaneous radio conversations.

Granted, that's all filed under "yet imcomprehensible advanced alien science." When they get stuck orbiting Jupiter on mostly human technology, they do have to contend with communication delays of convincing length, which, tonight's lecturer pointed out, is far more familiar to us after tracking folks spend three weeks rebooting the Mars Lander.