Enemy of Entropy

And so far, I’ve only lost one point in my Project Management class, none in the other class. That was due to a stupid mousing error - bad hands! Oh well, if that’s all my hands cost me this semester, I’ll be happy.

The career course required us to do “long-term career planning” this week. I don’t know how useful their idea of career planning is, to be honest, in today’s economy. There aren’t many people who can count on moving up steadily in one path, due to the fact that the economy changes so much more quickly than it did 30 to 50 years ago. Do I feel sanguine about making predictions as to where I’ll be, professionally, in 30 years? Um, no. For one thing, I’ll be 71 years old then! For another, I’ll be happy just to get back to work, period!

Today’s Thing-a-Day time was spent coloring. It was nice.

I have a happy Sambear dancing in front of me, because he just posted Chapter 17 of Heart of the Hunter. He already hit his word target for the novel, but happily, he isn’t stopping ’til the plot is wrapped up.

I am, in fact, still keeping up with Thing-a-Day! I need to go post over there, though. I do wish I could automatically cross-post, but if wishes were fishes and all that.

I stitched tonight while Sam and I gamed. I also wrote for a while, earlier. Sam and I have recently begun participating in a forum that does a great job of encouraging introspection, and being a safe place in which to express oneself. It’s a powerful thing, and I’m in awe of the people who created and run it.

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I did more webifying today, and got all happy because I resolved a template problem. I don’t “know” php, as in I don’t write my own scripts. I’m learning more and more about it working with other people’s templates, and have gotten to where I can mix and match from different templates to get the effects I want. I also spent some time in mysql, trying to clean up some of this site’s tables to make it load faster.

I also read a little, and I’m really, really trying to finish the book I’m on before diving into the delicious stack of books my sweetie brought home from the library for me. I wrapped up the week’s class assignments, too. I wanted to stitch, but I was attacked by a rogue nap.

My project management teacher released the study guide for the final, which is 3-4 weeks away (you can do it any time during week 8, and we just finished week 4). Um, does anybody really study that far in advance? I’ve never been very disciplined about studying.

Sam is editing a chapter of Fledgling, which he re-recorded because he was displeased with the sound quality. He edited Square One earlier. Sorry, Hope, but I don’t think he got to record the latest chapter of Heart of the Hunter

It’s still February, right? The temperature was way up in the 70s today! It’s back down to 50 now—outside. Inside, the temp is still too hot for sleeping comfortably. Pout.

Are there any WordPress geeks reading this? I could have sworn that I saw a plug-in that allowed commenters to send a private message to a blog’s owner, sort of like having comments screened in LJ except that the owner doesn’t ever (couldn’t, as I understand it) make the “whisper” public. I can’t find such a thing in the official plugin repository at WordPress.org, though. Anybody know of such a thing? I don’t want to use a comment form, because of security concerns.¹

Anybody going to MomoCon here in Atlanta? I’d never heard of it before today. It’s free, and may be in its second year (I’m not sure). It seems quite small, which could be nice. It’s local, which is a big plus for us. I’m unclear as to whether there’s any gaming happening or not, and there’s no mention of filking that I can see.

Utter insanity. All of it. My fall classes just started. I’m in a flare (when am I not? but seriously, I am).

But hey! I hate my birthday, and three insane new things for the month should, at least, be distracting!

So, yes, this would be my second NaBloPoMo post. I’m having a little technical trouble actually posting the NaPodPoMo part, but I’m doing them. And fine, might as well top it off with NaNoWriMo.

It’s Hope’s fault. And Sam’s. And, um, right. Kioshi’s. All of you. Dreadful.

Don’t mind me. By the end of November, at least, I won’t have any hair left, so I won’t be spending any more time worrying over whether or not to get it cut, or color it, or whatever!