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May. 24th, 2005
Dang, my hits are going down
May. 24th, 2005 04:08 pmI need to write another quiz. That got me a lot of visitors last time. And I have an idea for one. They're pretty damn easy to make. I've just started an online C++ class but the first assignment is reading and the textbook hasn't arrived yet. And I have to do this poster. But I'm off to a good start on that. So now I'm feeling like I need to get cracking on more content for my site. (Naked Snape II! AAAAA!) Naked Snape II is going to have to be the first priority. And then there's hp_art_project looming on the horizon. I actually did some sketches a few days ago. So I can still draw. It's been three months of nothing but stress over my job. I just can't handle it.
Also, my family was going to go on vacation in June but our tickets are with United and they might be on strike. Even if United gives us another flight after the strike's over, we won't be able to get hotel reservations this late in the year. So that'll be the... let's see... fifth consecutive year, I think, that I haven't had a vacation beyond a weekend trip to Lake Tahoe or the Monterey Bay and I've had three or four of those in that time. Bah. Two of my co-workers have been to Hawaii this year. Last year, various co-workers went to Australia, Spain and Africa. I get to go to Alaska in June but that's only for four days and I'll be at the conference so I don't think that counts.
*mopes*
I really wish I hadn't been so stressed out these past three weeks and I'd spent them working on my web site instead of being too paralysed with worry to get much of anything done. But I knew that was going to happen.
ETA: By the way, I'm still not getting paid but I'm going in to work this week to work on the poster for the Alaska conference because that's sort of my own thing anyway. We're moving closer to the point where we'll start up business as usual again but we still don't know exactly when.
Also, my family was going to go on vacation in June but our tickets are with United and they might be on strike. Even if United gives us another flight after the strike's over, we won't be able to get hotel reservations this late in the year. So that'll be the... let's see... fifth consecutive year, I think, that I haven't had a vacation beyond a weekend trip to Lake Tahoe or the Monterey Bay and I've had three or four of those in that time. Bah. Two of my co-workers have been to Hawaii this year. Last year, various co-workers went to Australia, Spain and Africa. I get to go to Alaska in June but that's only for four days and I'll be at the conference so I don't think that counts.
*mopes*
I really wish I hadn't been so stressed out these past three weeks and I'd spent them working on my web site instead of being too paralysed with worry to get much of anything done. But I knew that was going to happen.
ETA: By the way, I'm still not getting paid but I'm going in to work this week to work on the poster for the Alaska conference because that's sort of my own thing anyway. We're moving closer to the point where we'll start up business as usual again but we still don't know exactly when.
Spooky stuff
May. 24th, 2005 04:56 pmI love ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tviokh's posts about spooky stuff (except the stuff happening on her walks lately - I mean, it's interesting to read about but must be sucky to experience). It's got me thinking about the whole thing: I don't believe in ghosts but something's going on with these.
I have an interpretation that doesn't involve ghosts. Not that I can prove anything but it's something to consider. First, a story of something that happened to my mum (and me but I was too young to remember): we were at my grandparents' house. I was maybe 2, able to walk but still needing a lot of supervision. Most of their living space was on the second floor. The house was pretty safe for a toddler except for the laundry room, which had a steep staircase leading to a back door. They kept the laundry room door closed (though it didn't lock) so I wouldn't go in and fall down the stairs. I was upstairs and my mum was downstairs at the front door, talking to someone, I can't remember who. She suddenly had a sort of vision of the laundry room, from low down, like how a toddler would see it. And she knew I was in there. The door had been closed and whover she was talking to didn't think I could be in there but my mum went up (the front stairs) to check and there I was, in the laundry room. I must have gotten the door open.
Her theory, and it's pretty much impossible to test but it sounds reasonable to me, is that she must have gotten some kind of signal from me. She was too far away to have heard anything to indicate where I was.
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tviokh's posts about spooky stuff (except the stuff happening on her walks lately - I mean, it's interesting to read about but must be sucky to experience). It's got me thinking about the whole thing: I don't believe in ghosts but something's going on with these.I have an interpretation that doesn't involve ghosts. Not that I can prove anything but it's something to consider. First, a story of something that happened to my mum (and me but I was too young to remember): we were at my grandparents' house. I was maybe 2, able to walk but still needing a lot of supervision. Most of their living space was on the second floor. The house was pretty safe for a toddler except for the laundry room, which had a steep staircase leading to a back door. They kept the laundry room door closed (though it didn't lock) so I wouldn't go in and fall down the stairs. I was upstairs and my mum was downstairs at the front door, talking to someone, I can't remember who. She suddenly had a sort of vision of the laundry room, from low down, like how a toddler would see it. And she knew I was in there. The door had been closed and whover she was talking to didn't think I could be in there but my mum went up (the front stairs) to check and there I was, in the laundry room. I must have gotten the door open.
Her theory, and it's pretty much impossible to test but it sounds reasonable to me, is that she must have gotten some kind of signal from me. She was too far away to have heard anything to indicate where I was.
( Read more... )