[ Rambles and Byways ] [ Thoughts ][ Journal Links ]
[ Journal Index ] [ Journal Topics ]

Tuesday, October 17, 2000

Previous     Next

Happy Birthday, dear Mike!

It was my son's birthday today. He's 29. I'm too young to have a son that's 29. Since I'm only 29 myself (isn't everyone?), that makes us the same age! He is my sweetie. I fell in love with him when he was born and still do.

I've been playing with MS Publisher at work since we needed some posters and banners. It's really fun. I never really paid attention to the fact that we have it since I had no need to use it before. It likes to do things for you, which drives me crazy when I'm trying to do something myself that isn't what it wants to do for me. This is the problem with most of these "user friendly" programs. They're like democrats that want things to be done for them, while I'm more of a libertarian/republican and like to do it myself. I do appreciate that sometimes the easy way is nice but you tend to get things that look like what everyone else has.

Damn, I just thought of that. That's one reason why liberals grate on me, I don't want someone, the government, to do everything for me. I may not have the best choices or the best taste but when I do it I have a very good feeling of accomplishment but when everything is done for me I just get testy because it's not just like I wanted it. The more the government does for us, the more we complain about it.

On the other hand, I enjoy having templates and wizards since often I don't have time to work up a full presentation myself but I want to have that option. I get so irritated when I have a webpage the way I like it and then I run it through a webpage program and it changes my code without even asking if I want it. I really dislike Netscape's editor which is so bad about this. I have code in there for a reason, ok!

I'm not having much success getting medicine down my cat but I hope I'm getting at least half, maybe. She is such a feisty little thing. It seems to work better if I just let her stand and grab her head. She isn't as likely to try to scratch as she's also trying to keep her footing. I give her a little canned food afterwards each time to cheer her up but I hope she's not associating the food with the medicine.

I went by a bakery on the way home and by the time I caught the bus home it was getting dark. It's so nice waiting for the bus now since even a month ago it was so hot waiting after work. I was just able to still read when the bus got there and the sky was such a deep, dark blue, almost purple.

Previous     Next

(c) Rachel Aschmann 2000.
Contents may not be reproduced without permission.