After working at my present job for 3 months I was just informed (by a co-worker, not my supervisor) that I not only can charge customers time and a half for rush jobs, but that I'm supposed to be doing so. Since part of my income is based on commission, this would have been useful information to have had prior to the last week of extra hours to get out several rush jobs. Can I hurt him now? Please?
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I've seen my naturopathic doctor a few times for treatments called Holographic Memory Resolution (HMR). Its kind of like guided hypnosis and I found it very cool. Well, I was just doing a freewrite as part of my study of the book The Artist's Way and I eased into the visualization techniques that are part of HMR. I went completely through the process of discovering a memory associated with some physical negative feeling and then brought resolution to that memory. It was pretty cool. What is pretty amazing is that I did all this while at work. Because of that I didn't get as deep as I do when in sessions with my doctor. Still, it seemed very effective. Totally cool.
While driving on the highway through a construction zone (construction zone=double traffic fines) I passed a cop going the other way. I was going 80 mph at the time. The speed limit was 45. He didn't turn around. Coming out of the construction zone I passed another cop also going the other way. This time I was going 70. He didn't turn around either. I totally deserved to be hunted down like the dog that I am, yet I got off without as much as a dirty look. Lucky much?
So I finally decided that I needed to experience the famed book, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I got an audio book version and was listening to it yesterday. There seem to be some good insights there, but I simply couldn't get through it. Framing these concepts in the context of people from different planets is brilliant in establishing the point that men and women are fundamentally different. Unfortunately this approach quickly had me feeling talked down to like I was a child. Still I persisted...
keep reading...I stepped out of my office for a minute. When I return my supervisor is sitting at my computer and says that he needs to copy a few files to cd. He takes over my computer so I can't do a stitch of work for 15 minutes. I'm fine that he would need to use my computer. What's not cool is that he didn't ask, but simply took over while I was looking the other way. I'm contemplating breaking into his house and pouring fire ants into his underwear drawer. It really seems like the only logical response.
It's been raining a lot this month. In Fairbanks June & July are supposed to be the hot, dry months. August is supposed to be rainy. I'm concerned that August came earlier than anticipated this year.
See the world's first "animated" jpg while permanently screwing up your vision. Instructions: stare.
"What flavor of emergency do you and your wife use?"
"Uhhhh... What are you talking about?"
"You know, that E-merg-en-C drink?"
"Oh. I drink whatever. It doesn't matter."
"Well, which is your favorite?"
"I... don't really have a favorite... Lately I've been drinking tangerine... but it doesn't really matter to me..."
"Do you have a flavor that you just don't like?"
"Um... I guess I don't really like raspberry much."
"Oh... Ok. That's all I needed."
Print shop of large local organization:"There are weird little markings in the corner of this file and the image is larger than the 11x17 size you wanted. What do we do?!"

This was just the first in a string of comments that made me realize that this print shop has no freakin' clue what they are doing.
My desired response: "Go blow yourself."

Listen to the 70's version of Rubber Duckie. Groove city baby. There's even more great Sesame Street Disco at SesameSeventies. Was all disco this long and drawn out or is it just these Sesame Street songs? Perhaps the excess of music is so that Big Bird could cut a rug and Grover could get down with his bad self.
L'esprit d'escalier. It's french for "spirit of the staircase" and refers to the witty and perfect responses you think of after leaving a conversation.
So the project which "required" the font Comic Sans? I couldn't do it. I just couldn't bring myself to use that freakin' font. So, I didn't. If asked I would lie that I didn't have that font on my computer. Instead of Comic Sans I used another casual font for body text and subheaders, but went with a stylish sans serif for headers. It really looks nothing like her original text. When she proofread it she didn't even notice the font change. In fact, she asked me to change one of the headers and apologized since she "had asked for me not to change the fonts." doh! She didn't have a clue and I didn't have to use Comic Sans. The world is a better place for it.
I work at a copy shop and have been making a lot of scans, adjustments, and prints for a local painter. Since he is selling these he wanted to see how the ink would hold up over time and in different conditions. He hung up a print in his shower, let it get wet and hot for days. The ink didn't run. It didn't even budge... Damn. I'm like totally impressed with this laser color copier/printer.
I successfully fired my prayer partner today after much selfishness on his part and much disappointment on mine. The whole firing thing: totally empowering. I felt that I was in charge of my own destiny and all that crap. It kinda makes me want to make some new friends just so I can fire them too.
Today's list:
1. Survive another painful encounter with excessively anal customer
2. Dump my prayer partner
3. Make grocery list
4. Teach a whopping two piano lessons
5. Coerce my friends into hanging out again.
The band plays today at the Golden Days Street Fair. Besides the fact that the percussionist is totally sick, the guitarist is getting sick, the drummer is overcome with anxiety, and the lead vocalist has a raw throat from getting over being sick, the gig should come off without a hitch.
edit 2003-07-20: The gig actually went really well considering the circumstances. God worked his wonder with holding back the sickness while we played. Sweet. We got some great kudos too. Unfortunately it was insanely hot. We are lucky none of us passed out from heat exhaustion.
It's sunny, warm, I got to sleep in, and my friend's back home! I'm looking forward to the next week of catching up and hanging out.
That's just disturbing.
If anyone ever stuffs me and sticks their hand up my ass, I want them shot.
This is it! After much misinformation and concerns of changed plans, a very close friend who has been gone for 3 months is finally coming home. I pick her up at 1am tonight! Oh yeah.
I may be a font diva, but come on.
The set-up: a sizeable arts organization in Fairbanks wants me to layout their season brochure/flyer. The director has already done a cut & paste (literally) showing me where she wants stuff placed. She was concerned about stuff fitting in one particular section...
Me: When I change the fonts we should have plenty of space.
Freaky Customer: Oh no. I want to keep this font. I really like Comic Sans. I'd like to keep all the headers and the rest of the text in Comic Sans. You have Comic Sans don't you?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! Comic Sans is spawn of the font demons. It's not nifty, it's not cool, and it's definitely not appropriate for a season brochure! It shouldn't even exist. Need I say it again: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!
This would have been a lot better if they stopped after the first scene (it just gets pathetic after awhile). Still I'm highly amused by the first part and declare it worth your time.

Downloadable paper models to be made at home. I haven't made one yet, but it looks fun.

from HowStrange
For those style-impaired masses who actually think that a mullet is a viable option...
I pity you.
In a chat session /xterm/ comments on the social degradation of America:
"The problem with America is stupidity. I'm not saying there should be a capital punishment for stupidity, but why don't we just take the safety labels off of everything and let the problem solve itself?"
from bash.org
Recently I picked up the first issue of the widely acclaimed comic Watchmen by Alan Moore. This is the comic series that is said to have transformed comics and as such it is recognized as a masterpiece of the genre. I hadn't read it and wanted to see what everyone was talking about. I have to say that I was anti-impressed with the first issue. I didn't understand the hype. The story was confusing and the characters didn't seem overly interesting. Because Watchmen is a comic classic, required reading really, I checked out the entire thing from the library. I was determined to read it no matter how painful.
keep reading...Yesterday I called the rain lazy cause it just dribbled all day. Today it's raining harder. I guess it heard me. Still, it's far from what I'd call pouring. Pathetic.
(my fellow Fairbanksans probably wish that I'd stop taunting the rain)
8:00pm Decided to read in bed because it was the most comfortable place to do so.
8:30pm Dana asks if I'm actually going to bed. I assure her that I'm only reading and not planning to sleep anytime soon.
9:00pm Struggling to keep my eyes open.
9:06pm Fast asleep.
2:30am Periodic waking routine begins.
4:30am Finally get up.
At this rate I'll be ready to go back to bed just about the time I'm supposed to be at work...
I think pouring rain is kinda cool. I love the sound and it's just so amazing that so much water could be falling from the heavens. I also really like sunshine and clear skies. What I don't care much for is drizzle. Drizzle amounts to lazy rain and I just don't like it.
I hate coming to work, getting a faint hello from my co-workers, begin working in my office, and listening to my co-workers gabbing all morning long. I feel like I'm in jr. high and being the last one picked for P.E. teams. What's even more amusing is that I really don't feel like sitting around talking about nothing, so perhaps I got the good end of this deal.
Going to a wedding of people you don't know (cause you want to support the bride's mother) is a painfully boring process. Going to a wedding of people you don't know *and* in which it takes 30 minutes for the entire bridal party to enter is just plain painful. Though, the 10 minute gaps between each group of people was a very... dramatic choice.
I just read the comic Dark Days #1 by Steve Niles and Ben Templesmith. This will be a 6 issue mini-series sequeling 30 Days of Night. 30 Days of Night was a story about people who were trapped in Barrow, Alaska by a group of vampires during a month long period without any sun. That story was basically about a small group of humans trying to survive.
keep reading...I just read issue 1 of the new comic series Fallen Angel by Peter David. Here's my review:
This is a series about... who knows. It was unfortunately ambiguous. The main character is called Fallen Angel by some, but her real name is Lee. She wears a hooded cloak and looks all mysterious and crap. Lee is tasked to find a woman's son who is supposedly somewhere in this dark and scary town.
keep reading...Everytime I ask my comic shop for them to order something or check on something all they do is give a pathetic explanation of why it's difficult to get those things and that they'll try to remember to remind someone who might consider checking on it next time they happen to call some random company. What is with that? Just call and make it happen. Are you doing business here or what? Asking about back issues is the worst. They have no idea where stuff is generally and say they'll take a look for it. They never do. I've asked repeatedly and I get the same schpeel about how difficult it is and the reasons why it's so difficult. Today I was told to look online to purchase some back issues I was asking for. He said if I had troubles finding it online, then he'd call the sister store in Anchorage to find it. This is what I asked him to do in the first place, but evidently doing his job is way too freakin' difficult.