effing winter...
Oct. 5th, 2003 07:53 ami'm friggin freezing here. But my pride will NOT allow me to turn on the heat!
When I was a kid, the heat was never turned on until Veteran's Day, unless there was some climatic abnormality that necessitated it.
Last night Dave got into bed after me and snuggled up behind me whimpering about how cold he was-- while he was on the computer, he hadn't noticed, but when he put his arm around me his hand was like ice. So I used my warm toes to try to ease the chill of his block-of-ice feet, and he stuck his cold nose in the back of my neck. I think I got him to a tolerable temperature before we fell asleep.
From where I'm sitting, I can just see the end of the bed. A moment ago he stretched (I heard the blankets rustling), and his toes appeared at the foot of the bed, all stretched out. It was aDORable. He's curled back up again, now, and I see the blankets moving a bit with him. He may be up soon.
Was ruminating upon hypertext, and ended up writing quite a diatribe about it in one forum. Ah well. The field of study is ridiculous, but the genre is perfectly alive and vibrant and totally, blissfully ignorant of the body of scholarship concerning it.
I'm freezing...
I came up with a list of works I have to produce for my portfolio. It's long. And I don't know how to do some of it, properly; I'll have to learn. I do want a complete portfolio, though.
Some of it, I'll do facetiously. No problem. But some of it, it occurs to me I should probably seek out a charitable organization that needs work done so I can actually apply the work it will take me to generate one to a worthy cause. Anyone need a newsletter, a tri-fold pamphlet, a press release, a marketing letter, a tutorial, or a powerpoint presentation?
I just yawned and hurt my jaw.
I see toes again. Going to go see what he's up to.
When I was a kid, the heat was never turned on until Veteran's Day, unless there was some climatic abnormality that necessitated it.
Last night Dave got into bed after me and snuggled up behind me whimpering about how cold he was-- while he was on the computer, he hadn't noticed, but when he put his arm around me his hand was like ice. So I used my warm toes to try to ease the chill of his block-of-ice feet, and he stuck his cold nose in the back of my neck. I think I got him to a tolerable temperature before we fell asleep.
From where I'm sitting, I can just see the end of the bed. A moment ago he stretched (I heard the blankets rustling), and his toes appeared at the foot of the bed, all stretched out. It was aDORable. He's curled back up again, now, and I see the blankets moving a bit with him. He may be up soon.
Was ruminating upon hypertext, and ended up writing quite a diatribe about it in one forum. Ah well. The field of study is ridiculous, but the genre is perfectly alive and vibrant and totally, blissfully ignorant of the body of scholarship concerning it.
I'm freezing...
I came up with a list of works I have to produce for my portfolio. It's long. And I don't know how to do some of it, properly; I'll have to learn. I do want a complete portfolio, though.
Some of it, I'll do facetiously. No problem. But some of it, it occurs to me I should probably seek out a charitable organization that needs work done so I can actually apply the work it will take me to generate one to a worthy cause. Anyone need a newsletter, a tri-fold pamphlet, a press release, a marketing letter, a tutorial, or a powerpoint presentation?
I just yawned and hurt my jaw.
I see toes again. Going to go see what he's up to.