I want an embedded thunderstorm in my Web browser.

I found out Monday I got the job at the Big M. I'm actually less than pleased with it...it pays terribly, worse than I've made since 2000, and is not going to last long. It starts on the 7th, but doesn't seem to go much past January. Still, it's cash, and I can at least start a savings going. There's a chance, if I rock, I could stay on for up to a year, and be hired sometimes after a year and a half. I'm not optimistic, really. Just gonna go in, put in my eight, and go home.

And for the life of me, I dont' understand why the hell all companies must have training at Ungodly Times in the morning. I'll be going in at 6AM. SIX FREAKING AM for training. I actually plan to simply not go to bed....

I spent a lot of time Tuesday and Wednesday actually not doing much. I've developed an inflammed nipple. I've not had one of those since my breasts came in, but oh, boy, does estrogen make a difference. Before, it was an incovenience. After, it's a very loud siren that won't shut up.

Seems the culprit is...well.... I tend to go braless. A LOT. And when I'm alone, I also go topless. Well, I live with roomies now, and the last three months of wearing tops with no bra has taken its toll. I spent a few days in my room, topless and braless and going through a half bottle of lotion to try and calm it down. Eventually, I settled on a bandaid to take care of the screaming nipple.

I've been watching a lot of Thundarr the Barbarian, Super Hero Squad and W.I.T.C.H. with the roomies, and mostly just relaxing with them, not trying to stress too much, and for the most part it's been working. Thundarr lets the 8 year old in me come out and play for a while, Super Hero Squad (which is Marvel Comics Group CRACK) has me laughing so hard I can't breath, and W.I.T.C.H. is so well written for a kid's show with bad outfits that it leaves me open mouth shocked sometimes.

Thanksgiving was a quiet affair. I live with a foodie, who pretty much cooked the entire dinner herself, and my god, it was good. She cooks wonderfully, a 180 degree response than I had involving being tossed out on the kitchen. When she was younge, her mother didn't want to teach her to cook, neither, so she learned herself, and became a great cook. Restaurant quality stuff. My response was "Oh, well, let's go to Whataburger" or "Toss frozen dinners in the microwave." It's only recently my mother has recanted on her stance...I love Pod-Person Mom. Also, my roomies make their own liquor. So good infact, _I_ enjoyed one of the drinks. If _I_ like something alcoholic, it must pretty freaking fantastic.

Friday was lowkey, we watched Dutch, then some Jason of Star Command. I learned how to setup my PCP to stream video to the upstairs XBox, so I don't have to drag my portable Hard Drive around, which always worries me. Saturday and Sunday were mostly me futzing with the website to get it even closer to what I wantes. A ton of cursewords later, I managed to take out some of the more wonky HTML and more wonky DHTML or whatever the heck I used was. It should look the same, most of the changes are in opacities, and making the bloxes actual boxes instead of a series of squares and rectangles. So far, only CS has had the upgrade. IT's now about 95% of what I was aiming for in 2000, and the only thing that keeps it from being 100% is that I can't make something glow then set it to darken in browsers, cause it makes them cry.

I've really neglected going out, like I'd planned. I'm also staying up WAY too late, waking up about 3PM, sleeping 10 hours to 11 hours. I'm not depressed as I was before, where I just couldn't get out of bed after I woke, but I/m still sleeping too much. I hope over the next week to try and fine tune my sleep schedule so I won't be so brain dead for training. My incentive for getting up earlier? Going out and Doing Shit. I've spent too much time cooped up in my room.

I did spend a lot of that time reading a comic I'd heard about when I was working at the comic store, the Maxx. I never picked it up, thinking it was just more superheroes stuff (Working at a comic book store, and hating Superhero books?! WTF?!). What I got was an engrossing read, and a reintroduction to the TV show from the 90s. Holy crap - The Maxx is GORGEOUS, and totally blew my mind, especailly Sara's "Decision" in the later part of the books. Some of the MAxx is just incredibly obscure and tangenty, but the main story is a trip. Highly recommended.

I noticed I lost a few people on Facebook I'd rather not have. Dunno how long they've been gone, but I would guess shortly after the Globex debacle. Seattle Freeze, indeed. More impetus on me to NOT get my online and offline lives entangled again at the new job.

Anyways - that's the week that was. I'm beginning to feel not so stressed, no so depressed, and not so...raw. I'm not happy here, I doubt I ever will be, but at least things aren't so dire. I even felt a bit artistic today, and am gearing up to start AWFW and CS again...even have some ideas for Wishworld.

More next week. Back in January.

In the meantime:

I want an embedded thunderstorm in my Web browser.

I found out Monday I got the job at the Big M. I'm actually less than pleased with it...it pays terribly, worse than I've made since 2000, and is not going to last long. It starts on the 7th, but doesn't seem to go much past January. Still, it's cash, and I can at least start a savings going. There's a chance, if I rock, I could stay on for up to a year, and be hired sometimes after a year and a half. I'm not optimistic, really. Just gonna go in, put in my eight, and go home.

And for the life of me, I dont' understand why the hell all companies must have training at Ungodly Times in the morning. I'll be going in at 6AM. SIX FREAKING AM for training. I actually plan to simply not go to bed....

I spent a lot of time Tuesday and Wednesday actually not doing much. I've developed an inflammed nipple. I've not had one of those since my breasts came in, but oh, boy, does estrogen make a difference. Before, it was an incovenience. After, it's a very loud siren that won't shut up.

Seems the culprit is...well.... I tend to go braless. A LOT. And when I'm alone, I also go topless. Well, I live with roomies now, and the last three months of wearing tops with no bra has taken its toll. I spent a few days in my room, topless and braless and going through a half bottle of lotion to try and calm it down. Eventually, I settled on a bandaid to take care of the screaming nipple.

I've been watching a lot of Thundarr the Barbarian, Super Hero Squad and W.I.T.C.H. with the roomies, and mostly just relaxing with them, not trying to stress too much, and for the most part it's been working. Thundarr lets the 8 year old in me come out and play for a while, Super Hero Squad (which is Marvel Comics Group CRACK) has me laughing so hard I can't breath, and W.I.T.C.H. is so well written for a kid's show with bad outfits that it leaves me open mouth shocked sometimes.

Thanksgiving was a quiet affair. I live with a foodie, who pretty much cooked the entire dinner herself, and my god, it was good. She cooks wonderfully, a 180 degree response than I had involving being tossed out on the kitchen. When she was younge, her mother didn't want to teach her to cook, neither, so she learned herself, and became a great cook. Restaurant quality stuff. My response was "Oh, well, let's go to Whataburger" or "Toss frozen dinners in the microwave." It's only recently my mother has recanted on her stance...I love Pod-Person Mom. Also, my roomies make their own liquor. So good infact, _I_ enjoyed one of the drinks. If _I_ like something alcoholic, it must pretty freaking fantastic.

Friday was lowkey, we watched Dutch, then some Jason of Star Command. I learned how to setup my PCP to stream video to the upstairs XBox, so I don't have to drag my portable Hard Drive around, which always worries me. Saturday and Sunday were mostly me futzing with the website to get it even closer to what I wantes. A ton of cursewords later, I managed to take out some of the more wonky HTML and more wonky DHTML or whatever the heck I used was. It should look the same, most of the changes are in opacities, and making the bloxes actual boxes instead of a series of squares and rectangles. So far, only CS has had the upgrade. IT's now about 95% of what I was aiming for in 2000, and the only thing that keeps it from being 100% is that I can't make something glow then set it to darken in browsers, cause it makes them cry.

I've really neglected going out, like I'd planned. I'm also staying up WAY too late, waking up about 3PM, sleeping 10 hours to 11 hours. I'm not depressed as I was before, where I just couldn't get out of bed after I woke, but I/m still sleeping too much. I hope over the next week to try and fine tune my sleep schedule so I won't be so brain dead for training. My incentive for getting up earlier? Going out and Doing Shit. I've spent too much time cooped up in my room.

I did spend a lot of that time reading a comic I'd heard about when I was working at the comic store, the Maxx. I never picked it up, thinking it was just more superheroes stuff (Working at a comic book store, and hating Superhero books?! WTF?!). What I got was an engrossing read, and a reintroduction to the TV show from the 90s. Holy crap - The Maxx is GORGEOUS, and totally blew my mind, especailly Sara's "Decision" in the later part of the books. Some of the MAxx is just incredibly obscure and tangenty, but the main story is a trip. Highly recommended.

I noticed I lost a few people on Facebook I'd rather not have. Dunno how long they've been gone, but I would guess shortly after the Globex debacle. Seattle Freeze, indeed. More impetus on me to NOT get my online and offline lives entangled again at the new job.

Anyways - that's the week that was. I'm beginning to feel not so stressed, no so depressed, and not so...raw. I'm not happy here, I doubt I ever will be, but at least things aren't so dire. I even felt a bit artistic today, and am gearing up to start AWFW and CS again...even have some ideas for Wishworld.

More next week. Back in January.

In the meantime: