Professional Rock Stacking & Balancing

Weird and yet . . . fascinating. I think it would make a great prank. Instead of crop circles - Rock stacks!

So, yeah, lots of rain. *nods* Thanks. That's enough. Stop. Please.

I'm assuming rain is the reason that we don't have cable or internet access at home. I wish people would stop complaining to ME about it. It's not my fault. It's not even my account. I can't fix it. Go find something else to do! Read a book! Watch a movie. Work on finishing the basement. Geez.

Naturally this disrupts my new plan of redoing the web site, which is currently underway. It's in CSS! I hope it works. I only have the vaguest idea of what I'm doing, but once I get something to work, it's exciting. Wow! Look at that! it works! Cool! I'm finding it difficult to wrap my head around the fundamentals. I want a cheat sheet that I can understand. The nice thing is, once I get the style sheet functioning, it's just a matter of copy and paste from all the old pages. Until it 's not, anyway. You can't see my file manager, but it's a MESS. images and files everywhere. I'm going to upset anyone who's linking to my photos. (hehehe)

If you want to see a sample, click here. I like it. Except for the background color. I still need to work on that. And a few other things. The girl took me about a week to do. I made her so I can change her clothes when I get bored. Unfortunately, I can't make any more changes to her current outfit because stupid me somehow messed up that particular file. Layers are our friends. Don't merge them and then save, even by accident. I followed that rule until the very end, I'm guessing when I exited the program.

And now, back to work.

Speaking of miniatures, I realized I'd never taken a picture of my Alice Zinn cat.

So, um, I took a picture. It looks much sleeker in person, I guess the hair got lit up by the flash.

Miniatures from the Attic: Where Dollhouse and Miniature Dreams Come True

They're closing!

NNNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!

*runs off and cries*

My Bad Boss

Distraction of the day.

Friends of Williamson's Tunnels

I remember seeing this on the History Channel. It's still cool.

StrangeBanana: Computer-generated webpage design

Because - I'm bored. And I need a new layout for my web page. And I'm hoping something will inspire me.

I've acquired a mirror.

It's Mom's fault. My great grandfather was a carpenter and contractor, and he made all kinds of things out of wood. You'll notice I own a dollhouse, some dollhouse furniture, two curio shelves, and (technically) a curio table made by him. I also own a tool chest that may or may not have been made by him.

Well, he made the mirror. He made lots of mirrors. One for each grandchild, and a bunch to sell. He also made little wooden door chimes that hang on the back of the door. (my friends could never resist walking by the one that hangs in the hall without pausing to play them.) So mom offered me one of 'Gran's mirrors' found among their stuff in my grandmother's basement. How does one refuse such an obvious honor? Certainly it's a nice mirror, in a dark wood stain with semi-elaborate scrollwork. I don't know where to hang it. I already have a mirror in my room, and it's bigger than this one. I suppose I could hang it above the desk. I was hoping I could find something pretty and complex to hang there so I could rest my eyes on it from the computer screen. (my wonderful middle earth map tapestry was supposed to do that, but it irritates me because I can't 'quite' make out the words on the map. I know what most should be, but I want to be able to read it clearly!) Erin doesn't want it. My cousins are apparently too young? I feel a bit guilty putting it right back into storage somewhere, but it can't keep floating around the room.

Mirror, mirror, not on the wall, what do I do with you, after all?

Food for Thought: Chocolate as Sunscreen, Science News Online, June 10, 2006

Really, there's absolutely no reason for me to comment.

Dear Golf Channel:

I despise your very existence. I don't understand how you can possibly provide 24 hours a day of golf coverage. I don't believe you actually do. Do you just replay three different games and change the graphics? Because there's no way that Vijay Singh can be at that many different tournaments. He must have a clone.

Oh, how I pity the large crew of camera operators that you have. Yes, they get to fly to exotic places to work, but oh, the long hours and the hot sun! Not to mention the difficulty in finding an inch and a half ball through a small viewfinder and keeping it in view and in focus as it flies through the air. That shot is obligatory. I think it's the same shot patched in. It's an evil shot. It explains nothing.

I would wonder about how you expect your viewers to watch an entire tournament, but proof of that is living in my house. It is MIND-NUMBING, and it goes on for HOURS. How does the director stay awake? Are they providing alternate commentary in the van? I should like to hear that. It would have to be better than what's being said on the air.

And when you're not on the air . . . it's commercials. Have you stepped back and taken a look at your commercial breaks? Do you realize that you're implying that your viewers are incontinent insomniacs who can't get it up? You're telling them they need more life insurance, more pills, and of course, The Big Bertha club, which will cure everything.

I find women's golf insulting. I'm not going to go into detail about how degrading and condescending you are.

I hate you and the upper cable tiers you inhabit. I hope you cease broadcasting.

Please send me your cameramen.

I did a bit of cleaning today, and tackled some of the random junk in my closet. One of the things I pulled out was my leather bag full of haunted house stuff. Inside was a pair of skeleton gloves, a cheap long black cape, a black face concealing hood and a skull mask.

Why did I buy them in the first place? What are the chances that I'm going to need them again? Why am I keeping these things? The obvious answers, in order, are, size, nil, and money. I don't appear to be a small person, but when it comes to wearing things . . . the skeleton gloves are child size and fit perfectly. Sadly, the seams are ripped. They went in the trash.
The mask was expensive. It's what's known as a sock mask, and was the only thing I could find that would fit on my head without flopping around, and could actually SEE out of. It had the added benefit of being made so that the lower jaw of the skull moved with YOUR skull when you talked. I was the girl with the talking skull mask. I was famous in some sort of bizarre way. It's still in good shape. At one point I had painted a thin layer of glow-in-the-dark fabric paint on it, but I imagine it's long since worn off. The hood and the cape are in good shape, too, except for the smell. They smell DISTINCTLY of,well, haunted house. I'm not sure how to describe it exactly, except a combination of fog juice, gravel dust, nightime park air, and gasoline. Smells bring back lots of memories. I had fun, back then, but it's time to clear out space. Just . . . what to DO with them? A quick wash will take care of the cape and hood, and I need to find out what to use on the mask. A good home is what it needs. I wonder if there's a haunted house somewhere in need of props? Make me an offer, if you want it! (I accept cookies and ice cream.)

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Cute Overload! ;)

Yeah. Don't visit here. Unless you have lots of free time. Or insomnia.

The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr is coming to DVD July 18. Thank you!

Now please release the Maverick series and the Addams family.