mmmm…. memes are what it’s all about. god bless the web. cycled through some real names: my favorite was Erratic Marvel. which of course I found thru a random blog I found on blogger. while seeking inspiration for that student programs site. I think I’m just not cutting edge enough.
some days, you just can’t
some days, you just can’t think of an excuse.
mail.com is being snarky –
mail.com is being snarky – looks like they upgraded, or something – it’s ssslllllooooooowwwwww and all my old mail has vanished. (only temporarily, I hope!) thank goodness all the Q-related mail is going thru hushmail!
that’s been interesting too – Elmer and Steve came last night. I fear we were a little overwhelming. but they seem like nice guys, and they’ve got some good writing.
need an antidote to jelly beans – it’s taking forever to get rid of the ones I got for easter. yes, they are still quite edible.
friday afternoon. ho hum. I
friday afternoon. ho hum. I waxed philosophic, and talked about shit I don’t know anything about (like the web design job market) in my interview (see tuesday’s entry).
taking a break from the usual stuff. I’m trying to come up with a design for puyallup student programs, and feeling vaguely stumped. oh yes, and I’m avoiding working on the bulletin. it just seems monumentally unfair, somehow, like creating a web page with a typewriter.
time seems to be flowing
blogging from home, for once.
I’m showing Blogger to Shanda
I’m going to be over
so last night Kat called
hearing a good review of
hearing a good review of ani di franco’s new record – sounds pretty treatful.
god, I could really use some new music. it’s been just the same stuff over & over again…too much revisiting of the 80s. ‘course, I won’t steal music from Napster – not that I have any fondness for the labels, but I actually believe that artists should own their work. and frankly, even the idea of wandering out to find the people that are giving it away is a little daunting. I don’t even know where to begin. most radio sucks, even if I got more than 10 stations. the end is all versions of buttrock, even if they don’t like to admit it – angry white guys trying to be black. bleh. so all I listen to is the resurrection jukebox on sunday mornings – yep, more 80s music. which, i guess, just means I’m getting on in years. 🙂
but it’s more than that. I’m not really a one-style listener – I’ve just been totally turned off by what goes by the name “alternative” now – and other popular music just sounds like the bad junk from the 80s. dumb teen pop.
grrrr. if I had an extra $25, I’d by ani’s new album, just on principle.