What does one get when one requests fan art to fill the buffer?
My fans rock. Thanks – everyone – for being here :)
(and thanks to ideaphile Jamie for the fan!)
Yearly Archives: 2005
Monet Refuses the Operation — Lisel Mueller
When I was in high school, I once wrote a poem about the way the darkness blurs together when I’m without my glasses. I made reference to the problem in Daisy’s Toothache as well. I’ve wondered, with so many of us being blind-as-a-bat, why it’s not mentioned more often, this weakness that we have.
Maybe it’s because the way each of us sees is so personal — nobody can see through my eyes but me. (And even then…)
Lisel Mueller’s Monet Refuses the Operation makes me feel a little less alone in the dark.
And, dammit, I’m awake again.
So I slept from just after three to just after 8:30 if you excuse the five or so minutes I was groggy in the middle of the night when Nighthawk let the dog out. At 8:30 she decided she wanted to be awake and outside, so I got up with her and tried to nap on the sofa. Failed, but at least it was a try.* Meanwhile said dog just came in, and she’s snoring on the sofa.
I’m trying not to be angry that the dog’s asleep when I’m awake, since I wanted to be asleep when she was awake. I might just wake her up three or four times today just for the sheer evil fun of it.
Just read through my morning comic trawl and now I’m debating whether to launch into homework or make a food shopping list. Maybe I’ll work on the site design, or maybe I’ll work out. If I work out, maybe I’ll fall asleep by 6 tonight. That might be fun. I might even get tired enough that way to sleep on this sofa.
*to all the guests I ever subjected to this horrible-for-sleeping sofa, I offer abject apologies. This thing’s only comfortable for sleeping if you’re running a fever of 102 and can’t move from the exhaustion anyway.
3 am for close to the last time
I’m currently uploading the last of the changes to our class project website — at least, the last ones I plan on making… at least, the last ones tonight. We’ve reached the stage where we’re rapidly writing documentation to try to get our deliverables together, and discussing lockdown dates. If all else fails we lock down at 6pm on Wednesday, because that’s when we hand all our blood, sweat, and tears over to Dr. LaPlante. At that point, three of the four members of my group (myself included) are done, finished, kaput, end-of-Master’s.
Meanwhile, it’s 3am Sunday and I’m not going to wonder why I feel like hell all day later when I get up.
At least if I’m up until 3am coding in the future, it’ll be for either money or my own insanity.
Bad teachers! No doughnut!
These two headlines are courtesy of ideaphile Plantnerd. Jzimbert had a third link that formed the trifecta of bad teaching in the forums, but the article expired before I could capture a screenshot.
Moooooon.
Instructions for you to follow (today! I doubt this will last long!) updated so they still work!
- Click this header image that used to be Google’s header:
- Zoom in on the moon map, one click at a time.
- Observe the cheesy layer
I love the buffer.
I was up until 1:00 this morning working on class stuff. Made a lot of great progress, which is good, because the thing’s due in 8 DAYS. eek.
Dog had me up at 2:30, when she drained her water bowl, begged for more water, drank that, fought me when I tried to send her outside to pee, finally went out, peed like a racehorse (only maybe not so tall) when she finally got out there, came back in, and promptly threw up most of the water on the rug.
To be honest, throughout all this I’d quite forgotten that today was Tuesday and I had a comic to post. For what little (4.5 hours) sleep I got last night I spent most of it dreaming about PHP programming and about work — no pressure there. But since I’d managed to slog together a few half-assed comics (no, not my best work) into a buffer during vacation, I didn’t *have* to worry, and that was a feeling I’d missed.
Goal one when all this is over (in 9 DAYS! eek.) is to rebuild my buffer into at least two months. And hell, if I get that done, maybe I’ll even go to a three-day-a-week schedule. But no promises. There’s no guarantee I’ll make it through the next eight days with these shreds of my sanity in tact.
ps. a quick thank-you to ideaphile Jamie, who sent me some fan art in April when I’d put up a call for it – your art’s finally going to be run a week from now. And believe you me, I’m glad it’s there for me to run!