My eyes are still swimming in pixels. I uploaded a crazy number of products to the company web site earlier today (or yesterday)—copy-pasting part numbers and text from one place to another, naming and resizing product images, and marking off cells on a spreadsheet as I went. I actually felt a little dizzy afterwards (vertigo, not blonde), with the room moving from side to side like I was on a boat or something. One thing is sure: I need a…
So it’s back to work after the holidays. I usually take my lunch in the break room, where there’s a TV. I try to catch a bit of the local news, but sometimes someone else will beat me to the channel knob, and I’ll have to suffer through daytime television—something like The Other Half, Seventh Heaven, Ricki Lake, or some kind of soap opera. Today was unusual. When I came into the lunch room, one of the sales guys was…
We went shopping for watches today—not that we bought any. It’s been so long since I’ve had a working watch, I couldn’t really decide on one. For himself, he prefers the high-tech black digital kind, and for me, he suggested a nice gold bracelet-like dressy thing. To be honest, I’m one of those wash-and-wear types, and I prefer a classic face with a leather strap for everyday wear, but the only ones like that at the store had Disney characters…
I don’t know what it says about me that my favorite comedian is cross-dressing Eddie Izzard. Every now and then, late at night, I’ll come across his show on HBO Comedy, called Dress To Kill, but I always miss the first half. Always. I know the second half really well, though; I’ve seen it three times. Anyway, he is seriously very good. He’s smart, irreverent, multilingual (a cunning linguist to boot!), and completely weird—a characteristic I absolutely adore in people….
Independence Day has been said to belong to Wil Smith—the king of Fourth of July. Why? Because he opens up big summer alien movies on this day. So I watched Men In Black II with all its aliens and weirdness, and later I drooled from the scent of barbecue coming from the neighbor’s patio. The combination of aliens and barbecue made me come back to a digital painting of mine; so I whipped up a cheap and easy template and…