The ultimate headache: I grabbed an orange highlighter to mark something, realized it was too bright, and just used a pencil to circle instead.
This is my last bloggy day until Sunday night. Going to Seattle for my birthday. Yay! I get to see Wayne Thibaud paintings! I get to eat seafood! I get to play Scrabble!
I missed Andre's birthday. Ah well, I suck at remembering these things. Happy birthday, man. Hope you had a great time, and you're still in jail waiting for your lawyer to bail you out.
I've learned something in Perl! I've learned that ternary operators SUCK. What's the matter with a nice, simple If-Then-Else statement?
I hope I look back on that in a few months and chuckle at myself.
Good morning everyone! I've decided today is Not Day, though you may certainly feel free to call it I Snot Day. Today, you will discover many of the things that fry is not. For example: I am not a mutant from the planet Exoid.
Okay, what's the deal? My birthday is Sunday, and I'm not depressed yet. Probably because I've got so much great stuff going on right now. Maybe I should move every year around this time. Or something.
Things to Do to Avoid the B-Day Depresssion:
- Throw yourself into a doomed affair.
- Get a new pet.
- Move (got that one!)
- Go on a trip with friends.
- Kill someone who really annoys you.
- Get a boob job.
- Actually, any plastic surgery is good.
- Get a new tattoo.
- Change careers.
- Stalk someone interesting.
- Re-design your blog.
Because I suck at it, every few months I do some sort of refresher in time management. Each time, I absorb a little more. For this round, I chose the book Time Management from the Inside Out by Julie Morgenstern. Once you get past the simplistic writing style, she's got some great ideas. Over the last year (much thanks to my boss, who makes time management a priority), my workday has become more efficient and more satisfying. I love getting a lot done. I know what my over-arching goals are and I work toward them gleefully. But that's work. And thus is my quandary.
If you want to get anything done, you have to know why you're doing it. It's important to be working toward something you want. At work, no problem. At home...I have no goals. Well, I have goals regarding specific things, but I don't have a big, epic dream.
No, no, don't feel sorry for me. I don't have a big far-reaching ring to reach for because I'm really, really content. I went through most of my life thinking someday, I'll work for myself. I've started any number of businesses only to discover that they weren't really what I wanted. What I want is the job I have. I love it. It challenges me creatively, it keeps me learning, it allows me to make a big impact to about 70 wonderful people. So...that means I don't have any career-oriented goals spilling over into my personal time, because that's all taken care of.
So what else is there? Is my life goal to see a lot of movies, listen to a lot of music, read a lot of comics, and find the best Chinese restaurant in Portland? Wow, that is so lame. Shouldn't I be reaching for the stars? I used to want to be a rockstar. Boy, am I ever glad I grew out of that crap. I don't like kids (well, maybe with teriyaki sauce), so that's out. The idea of marriage gives me hives. I'm satisfied creatively, so I don't want to paint or draw or sculpt or write.
The truth is, I'm not driven in my personal life. I just want a cool apartment, good friends to entertain in it, and happy cats to lounge in it. I want to have fun, go white-water rafting, hiking, biking, etc. My goal used to be happiness, but I got that.
Guess I'll just be a happy person that has fun. I better grab my calendar; I have my work cut out for me.
Picked up a cool mag today: createonline. Lots of fun stuff (ooh! An interview with Jakob Nielsen! Hee.), demos on the CD, and plenty of links to inspirational sites. I'll be going through them and blog anything yummie.
Fry on packing
Back in the days of my impetuous youth (which would be the last time I moved), I had some odd ideas about packing. The bigger the box, the better. Put like things in the same box. Labels? We don't need no steenkin' labels!
Things have changed, and I hope for my friends sake (and my own) that my logic is a little better now. This is how I'm doing it this time:
- Reasonably-sized boxes. I unpacked some computers at work recently, and a co-worker wanted those huge, strong boxes for moving. I gave them up gladly, and I think she's crazy. Those are too damned big. The boxes I'm using are the size of paper boxes.
- Category does not matter. Weight matters. I don't want a box that I, personally, cannot move comfortably. So the contents go like this: something heavy on the bottom--a layer of books, vids, CDs, etc. Mid-weight to light stuff fills in--kitchen and bathroom stuff, knick-knacks. On the top goes a layer of something fabric to fill in the gaps--I'm starting with clothes I'm not using.
The end result is that every box weighs about the same, and is perfectly liftable.
- I'm labeling everything, but not getting uptight about it (I may regret the "not uptight" part later). If it's stuff I need right away, the label says so.
- I'm leaving all my blankets out to pad furniture in the truck.
- I'm leaving the cleaning stuff out so I can clean up after the apt is empty. Yes, I've been sthoopid enough to pack it in the past.
The only other thing I can think of is something I do on a regular basis--purge. I'm not moving anything I don't use or don't love. I'm also jettisoning a lot of furniture. Crappy stuff goes to charity because I deserve a fresh start without crappy stuff. A lot of other things I don't have room for and don't need are going to friends. Your friends love it when you move, you know. I've scored big-time when my friends have moved, so it's only fair I move once in a while to pass it along.