Mondayness

[mbarrick]

Well, this has been a dull day so far. I've been rather sleepy from getting too little sleep Saturday night. Saturday Elaine and I went to Sin City where I did my usual photography. But because Daevina was not well, Elaine was asked by Aaron to cover coat-check and we were bound to stay well beyond closing. Toss in a long wait for a cab and it was after four in the morning before we were asleep. That would have been OK, execpt for having to get up at ten o'clock rather than the usual Sunday morning luxury of sleeping until no longer tired. Generally six hours is enough for me, but not after seven double G&T's. We were up when we were because Elaine was meeting her mom to go shopping and, sure, I could have gone back to sleep, but I had things that I wanted to do and things that needed to be done.

Naturally I started out with the stuff that I wanted to do over the stuff that had to be done, which was posting my Sin City pictures and the ones from Jim, implementing the LJ integration I've been working on for the Gothic BC homepage, and some tweaks to the image database. The LJ integration in particular was something I started months ago but never finished because of work, a relationship going sour, moving, the fire, trying to catch up on work missed because of the fire, and then moving again. So, in a way, finally finishing this stupid little thing was a bit of an affirmation that things are good now, that my creative outlets aren't the lowest priority in the house, that I get to be more than a necktie and a paycheque. I still have projects, some of which got put by the wayside as long ago as my trip to Toronto and New York, that I am dying to get back to and this was the proof that I can and I will. All squishness to whom sqishiness is due.

So with that done I moved on to what had to be done, which was a dead boring text parsing routine for one of my old clients. Turned out to be less boring and less difficult than I expected, but it was about 10:30 p.m. before I was finished (there was a one and half hour long dinner and T.V. break in there - damn time-sucking Learning Channel...). Too late to go to Skank, but in the end I felt accomplished.

Still, though, I didn't get to bed until 11:30 or so, and up at 6:30 with Elaine. A decent night's sleep, but still running a slight sleep-deficit to face Monday morning with. The normal Monday morning meeting was as it always is, useful, but not exactly exciting, then on to a particularly dull day doing that which all programmers most loathe - writing documentation for end-users...

All-purpose end-user instructions:

Press Create-->New. In the dialog that comes up you will have the choices: "A life", "A brain", "A clue". Select both "A brain" and "A clue". Click OK. Now, using your new brain and no longer being completely clueless, figure it out yourself and let me get on with other things.

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[mediavictim.livejournal.com]

go -
EXIT-> operating system
SHUTDOWN-> computer
INSERT -> computer in original retail box
CLOSE-> retail box
RETURN-> box to future shop

OPEN -> box of shiny objects
or
INITILIZE -> television

[cheekydevil.livejournal.com]

Too bad you couldn't make it!

For a long time the Sunday after Sin City was always a bit slow as lots of our Skank regulars were too fagged out from the previous nights antics and were home licking their wounds. Now the day after Sin City is often the BEST one of the month ... lots of people come up from Seattle for the weekend, or just got so revved up by Sin City that they hadn't worked it out by Sunday night and needed more. Plus I think lots of people from Sin City who might not have before are realising they actually really like the music, genres be damned, and are coming out for more. Which warms my jaded, cynical promoter heart like you wouldn't believe.

My utter highlight was busting out Stevie Wonder and Joe Cocker on Saturday. *THAT* put a big shit-eatin' grin on my face. Yeehaw!

[valerian.livejournal.com]

finally finishing this stupid little thing was a bit of an affirmation that things are good now, that my creative outlets aren't the lowest priority in the house, that I get to be more than a necktie and a paycheque.

You're a lot more than just a boyfriend too. :)