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Wow, okay.
May. 10th, 2006 10:33 amMy layout's color scheme is funky on Tora-kun's computer. Like, the background is more grey than blue, and the color in the boxes is more purple-ish. Has it always looked that way? On my 'puter, it's all a very soothing series of different blues. Weird.
In a nutshell: The Cough That Would Not Die is... slowly dying.
The Finance presentation went... all right last night. Still have wild urge to strangle R who, despite us having a pretty badass PowerPoint presentation, insisted on creating slides for an overhead projector to... I don't know, "augment" our presentation? Which... yeah. The slides had more information on them than he could cover, the numbers were too small to be read easily, and it looked ghetto-tastic projected on the wall next to the PowerPoint thing. And his section ran-over, because he would not stop talking. Fnar.
A few days ago (April 27, actually), Gramps had a slight accident in the back-yard. He was mowing the lawn (on a rider mower), and ran over ... something. When he got off the mower to fix it, he turned the wheel so it wouldn't roll down the hill. Which is great, except for the part where he got in front of the mower and... straightened the front wheels out.
It basically knocked him on his ass and barrelled down the hill with him, and thankgod Mom was out there, otherwise he would've been knocked clear into the canal. Possibly with the mower on top of him. *sigh*
Anyway, Mom brought him to the ER, and he was fine, aside from a bruise roughly the size of the Great Pyranees, and a compression fracture in his lower spine.
Flash forward to this morning. He's back in the ER. Apparently his back hurts so much he can't even roll over, much less get out of bed, which he'd been doing quite a bit this week. So.
Never a dull moment, eh?
On the up-side, I taught Darwin to fetch today. ACTUALLY fetch, instead of chasing after a ball and then running away from me (with it in his mouth).
I have also decided, in light of stylistic changes and a lot of inadvertent cliches, to start the process of editing OGAM's early chapters. Beta volunteers are welcome, but if none are forthcoming, I'll just do it on my own. ;) It needs to be done. It's needed to be done for a long while yet.
In a nutshell: The Cough That Would Not Die is... slowly dying.
The Finance presentation went... all right last night. Still have wild urge to strangle R who, despite us having a pretty badass PowerPoint presentation, insisted on creating slides for an overhead projector to... I don't know, "augment" our presentation? Which... yeah. The slides had more information on them than he could cover, the numbers were too small to be read easily, and it looked ghetto-tastic projected on the wall next to the PowerPoint thing. And his section ran-over, because he would not stop talking. Fnar.
A few days ago (April 27, actually), Gramps had a slight accident in the back-yard. He was mowing the lawn (on a rider mower), and ran over ... something. When he got off the mower to fix it, he turned the wheel so it wouldn't roll down the hill. Which is great, except for the part where he got in front of the mower and... straightened the front wheels out.
It basically knocked him on his ass and barrelled down the hill with him, and thankgod Mom was out there, otherwise he would've been knocked clear into the canal. Possibly with the mower on top of him. *sigh*
Anyway, Mom brought him to the ER, and he was fine, aside from a bruise roughly the size of the Great Pyranees, and a compression fracture in his lower spine.
Flash forward to this morning. He's back in the ER. Apparently his back hurts so much he can't even roll over, much less get out of bed, which he'd been doing quite a bit this week. So.
Never a dull moment, eh?
On the up-side, I taught Darwin to fetch today. ACTUALLY fetch, instead of chasing after a ball and then running away from me (with it in his mouth).
I have also decided, in light of stylistic changes and a lot of inadvertent cliches, to start the process of editing OGAM's early chapters. Beta volunteers are welcome, but if none are forthcoming, I'll just do it on my own. ;) It needs to be done. It's needed to be done for a long while yet.
