So, do Oklahoma cattle sound different than those in California? Or do the Herefords of Great Britain have an English accent? A study now shows that cattle have regional accents, like people.
Now I’ve heard everything.
Thanks again to Ville and Lashell for coming over and making me drink their wine. They made me, I tell you. I didn’t want to! I wanted to knit…. or embroider… or something like that. Yeah, that’s it. I wanted to sit and knit myself a winter nose-warmer, but would they let me...
I’m plowing through the current web project like a maniac and I intend to get a great deal accomplished today. I have to. There are a number of other things going on that need my attention.
- I have another web project waiting.
- I have a new web project.
- I have a MySpace site to design and build.
- I’ve been asked to help a friend in setting up an e-commerce site.
- The Okie Blogger Roundup at which I’ve been asked to speak.
- I have to take out the garbage (no small feat at my age, when the barrels weigh nearly as much as I do, the dumpster is taller than I am and is a block from the house, and the temperature is in the high 90s). I nearly had a stroke last week! I had to come in and lay back with a cold compress on my forehead because my BP was so high. I was as white as a ghost and sweating like I’d just run a marathon.
- Lynette and I are moving back upstairs because my youngest son, Micah, is coming home in two weeks. We’re so excited! I want to take the opportunity to steam clean all the carpets, plus there’s all the moving to do.
Working on this art site has been like a course in Art Appreciation and I’m really enjoying learning about all of the artists, and getting to know their work. A few days ago I came across a painting that I really liked, so I’ll share it with you.
There’s a 4-way stop on the road that runs by our house. Just a blinking red light. Sometimes I’ll go buy groceries after one in the morning in order to avoid the crowds, and I have to turn left at that intersection to go into town. Usually, there’s not a car in sight, so I don’t stop, I just turn. What the heck? But once in a while, I’ll see a car coming toward the intersection from the direction I’ll be turning. When this happens, they never get there before me, or after me. They get to the intersection and stop at the exact same time that I do.
Have you ever been out driving the Interstate late at night and saw a set of car lights on the other side of the median coming toward you, and as they passed, wondered who they are and what their story is? I do that all the time. Every last one of has a story. And every last one of us thinks the Universe, and life, revolves around us. It’s amazing.
We humans are aggravating and wondrous creatures. There are times when we fill me with rage and sadness, and there are times when I’m so delighted with us that I weep. Sometimes, when I think about all of the people who have lived, are living, and are yet to live, I feel defeated and small, like I make no difference at all. Then, when I realize how unique each of us is, I feel exalted.
Before I close my computer down and got to bed, I want to ask you two questions:
- What is it about the human race that pisses you off?
- What is it that endears our race to your heart?
- Our willingness to be stupid.
- Our sense of humor.
I have no idea where my head is sometimes… (No comments, thank you very much!)
Well, better later than never. Besides, it’s all relative since time doesn’t really exist anyway. Steven Funk, at Serenade in Green, has finally succumbed to meme fever and has invited us to take part.
- What was the last city you visited?
Gibtown in Florida.
- Name three things you liked about it.
1) The Showtown bar.
2) The Fellini-like experience we had shooting there.
3) Free drinks.
- Name and three things you disliked.
1) It’s old and seedy.
2) It was really humid.
3) Too circus-like.
- So, based on your visit--however brief--would you ever consider living there?
Not on your life.
“What a great gift for Micah’s birthday!” I thought, so Nettl did some research online.
The good thing is that they will be in Tulsa the night following his birthday; I thought it would be fun for Micah, Joel, Nettl and I to go to the show together. The bad thing is that the cost of this would be half of what we pay for rent! Who can afford to put out $150 per person? And no one goes alone to anything, so that’s $600! Damn...
- Pages: 456
- Deadline: 09/01
- Pages completed: 72 (plus template & site design, gathering images, selecting fonts, etc.)
- Pages remaining: 384
- Days remaining before deadline: 25
Pages per day to meet deadline: 15.4
Considering what I’m being paid for the project as a whole, I am making only $3.30 per page!
I’m already getting ill from working 17 hour days. And after the pages are built, there’s still all of the links and bugs to work out.
I’m ready for the rubber room now.
While working, I discovered 4 more pages, so that makes 460 pages. And I forgot to mention that 82 pages of the site are also translated into three languages, so let’s add 246 more pages to my list.
This is inhuman.
This web project is so huge that I don’t have time to scratch my ass. I’ve been working 17-hour days/nights in order to meet the deadline, so that provides me only with time to power-nap between bouts with my computer and the evil beastie. It’s going to be this way–and even intensify–as midnight, September 1st, looms ever nearer. Plus, I never really had time to get over my Florida trip, where I saw an old friend of mine. But as soon as I got home, the web gigs started really rolling in. Not that I’m complaining…
So I just wanted to say that I do check in long enough to read comments and smack myself with the guilt hammer, but until this monstrosity is in the can and thrown into the lake of fire, my entries will be short and sporadic.
Thanks for your patience. Now, would someone please get me another cuppa Joe?
I still haven’t been to bed. I drove Joel to the airport (over an hour one way) at 4:30 this morning and I’m tanked on coffee. Guess I’ll work until sleep comes to claim me.