One hurdle passed...

The second truly humid summer day of the year. I perched on my bed earlier, working on my pictures and occasionally turning my head to watch the traffic and the people outside through the window. I heard snatches of music from the radios of passing vehicles... just now someone was playing Johnny Cash covering Depeche Mode's "Personal Jesus." The man really could sing anything and make it his own.

Today itself was disappointing, but like yesterday there were some good moments. And I did manage to get all the pictures in my portfolio processed, watermarked, sized, thumbnailed, renamed... wow. After all of this I kinda want to run screaming from photoshop at least until I have to go to work on Tuesday. Which is fine because I think Beavis is going to melt if I leave it open any longer.

Hear that? *insert proverbial crickets* that's the sound of a deserted college town. Now, if we could get rid of Mr. Bucket, that would be great...

Well, that was fun

sooo, I was up until nearly 5:30am working on the coding for my portfolio. I'd had a nap yesterday plus my brain was churning so I didn't feel like going to sleep until well after the birdies started their "obviously our eyes our more sensitive than yours, puny human, for we can see ultraviolet degrees of light in the sky and therefore we are NOT chirping at pitch blackness like you seem to think" racket.

I was having a neat but frustrating dream about pawing through the UNIS Media Lab's entire archive of stuff looking for stuff I had worked on (something I fully intend to do in the flesh when I go home for my reunion) when the sound of a chanter broke the relative silence of the Common. Which interestingly enough was not enough to wake me up entirely but enough for me to roll over and think "oh how cute, he's all playing for Memorial Day" before falling back asleep and dreaming about burly men in plaid skirts fighting over the right to take me home for dinner (and some of them were kinda cute too) after I was done sifting through old videotapes. About half an hour the rousing and rather flatulent sounds of large brass instruments tuning up actually woke me up, so I poked my head out the window to figure out what was up with a racket to find the Amherst Town Parade gearing up underneath my window on Spring Street.

Good thing I love me a parade, no matter how small. They kinda make me wish UNIS or Smith had a marching band.

Well. Happy Memorial Day everyone. Hopefully yours is filled more with the grilling of dead things rather than the visiting of dead soldiers.

And now, holy crap I need breakfast.

It's DONE!!!!

Holy crap. I actually followed through and finished a project!

So yeah, my photo gallery is done done done! apparently the bit of programming I had to do for it barely took any time to execute as the tables I spent so much time meticulously constructing in Excel last night seemed to just lend themselves to quick easy queries. Thank the goddess, I now can actually work on something else now. Like take more pictures. sundart's been bugging me to take some of her new haircut in her new corset, plus I think the deerfield contingent want some as well.

OMG IT'S DONE OMG. Like seriously, this is a big deal. I almost NEVER stick with projects I set for myself long enough to complete them so this is all momentous and shit. Plus there's the fact that I've been meaning to do this for years. YEARS, I TELL YOU.

So that's today's little triumph. Actually today's been okay to pretty good so far - I tagged along with sydmor and the Tatros for some Amherst College dumpster diving, though there wasn't much around or out (morlock did score me a big ass drawing board, and cell23 found a perfectly servicable end table), and besides they now have Amherst pubic safety chasing people away from the piles of stuff, because someone might get tetanus and sue the school or something. Um right. I would think that most people would realize that dumpster diving is definitely an at your own risk sort of activity, but whatever, we live in a society of restricted freedoms since the ability to have common sense seems to be a dying trait as more and more dumb people breed. (this does not apply to anyone on my flist with kids, obviously.) Later there seems to be the prospect of cookout, also with the Tatros... beautiful day for it, as it's not nearly as oppressively sticky as it has been all weekend. Mmm, dead thing on a grill... But now I should probably get some dishes/laundry done. This is especially important as I don't think anyone would appreciate me showing up to work tomorrow naked from the waist down. Then perhaps I shall procure myself some Coke...