As you have probably seen, I changed things around a bit. I reverted to my first WordPress skin (after upgrading to version 1.2 final) and created a splash page and poetry section, all with similar visual schemes. During all this, of course, I’ve been very lax in writing blogs.
I’ve settled into my new office just fine. It’s not as bad as I envisioned, but still a bit loud. The office laser printer is right outside the cubicle, and its rollers squeak when it runs, which is often. D’oh!
News:
I ordered a heat heatsink and fan for my processor. That, combined with the best thermal grease on the market, should lower my operating temperature a good 10 degrees, if not more.
I’ve begun e-mail correspondence with my uncle, which is nice. My brother and I will probably drive to Omaha early or mid August and spend some time with him (also, my brother will be godparent for our other uncle’s new baby).
My cat didn’t come in last night, and not this morning, either. It’s happened before, but I worry, because there are coyotes and raccoons in the field. Also, my other cat Tiny gained a mysterious gash on his nose. I don’t think it’s from our new cat (who isn’t declawed yet), because he doesn’t use his claws when he “plays” with the other cats. Luckily, except for the scratch, Tiny doesn’t appear to have any other wounds. I didn’t have time to check him thoroughly, though: I was late for work.
My girlfriend finishes with school today, finally. Of course, she starts up summer Poms in a week (practices at 5:30am), but it’ll still be nice not to have school.
My parents leave for Florida on Saturday. They’re taking a vacation for themselves, which is good, because they definitely need it, and I’ll have the house to myself, so I can through wild, raucous parties with booze and marijuana and unprotected sex…
… or I’ll sit at my computer most of the time wearing nothing but boxers, playing space simulators and substituting peanut M&Ms for real nutrition. That’s more likely. Especially since I don’t care for booze or marijuana and wouldn’t have any sex (let alone unprotected) even in the remote possibility that it was offered to me.
Speaking of which, I’m definitely not going to think about my parents being alone in their hotel. To borrow a phrase from the early 90s: “Barf!”
But now I have you thinking about your parents doing it, don’t I? Bwahahahahaha!