Gnurple dot Net

I have a habit of making lots of blog posts for awhile and then lulling.

Is lulling a word? Vote now: 1-800-DEV-NULL.

As I was saying, the Gnurple dot Net post frequency is a journey of hills and valleys. Allow me to describe the current valley in a chronologically sorted sort of way (heh):

MEDIA CENTRE

I’ve got a much longer pair of posts in the work on this subject. When this lull ceases and I finish them up, I shall dole them out.

For now, the short story is that I bought a media centre, discovered it was crappy, decided I could build a much better one for about the same cost, returned it and then built a much better one for about the same cost.

It isn’t done yet - is a project like this ever really done? - but it works.

APATHY

A couple of projects are important to me: (1) weekly photo assignments, and (2) daily Every Day Objects photos. They’re important but they take a lot of spare time. I’ve set them aside for an indefinite (but temporary) while so I can use that time for better things.

I set them aside in favour of things that needed doing: (1) building the media box (done); (2) working on wedding stuff (not done); (3) working on summer house projects (half done - A: the shed is moved, B: the pool is up, but C: the fence still needs fixing and D: the new shed needs building).

Unfortunately, building the media box has opened a huge new time sink: (4) wasting time in front of the boob tube.

Flash-back to a handful of years ago (I haven’t got an SFX budget so you’ll have to imagine your screen going all wavey with a sort of echoey theremin sound and blurred haloes of light ’round everything) when I gave up TV for two reasons:

(1) I can’t stand advertisements. Given the choice between watching a show frequently interspersed with long series of adverts and watching nothing, I chose nothing. (or rather, I chose to watch DVD sets rather than broadcast TV)

(2) I felt that watching TV had become a time-wasting bad habit; that there were better and more productive ways for me to spend that time.

With the media centre skipping commercials is trivial, eliminating problem (1). Now I’m faced again with problem (2), and I need once again to generate the willpower it took to break away. Some people have that kind of willpower available all the time. I don’t.

HUNNYBEAR’S B-DAY

Last weekend we celebrated. We *wanted* to have a Saturday pool party / BBQ. The dismal weather forecast convinced us to postpone by a weekend, though it turns out that the weather was OK on Saturday after all, with just five minutes of rain in an otherwise sunny day. I got a sunburn on my shoulders from hanging outside too much. I failed to make a hammock out of a bedsheet.

Instead we invited some friends to sushi dinner and a movie. The one-word review of Don’t Mess With the Zohan: Stupid-funny. (What? A compound word is one word. C’mon, just say it like it’s one four-syllable word. Yucandewit.)

I think my birthday present for Mah Hunnybear didn’t suck because she’s been carrying around and playing with it everywhere since I gave it to her.

KITTY TROUBLES

Today I awoke to a pretty horrible morning. Last night just after I went to bed I heard cat hissing. I got up and found that three cats had a fourth cat cornered behind a chair. I broke that up and brought the fourth cat to sleep on the bed with me.

At 05h00 I heard a loud cat-like noise. We have 5 cats in our house, so this happens sometimes and I really didn’t think much of it and went back to sleep.

When I got up two hours later, I looked around to make sure things were alright.

They weren’t.

I found that same fourth cat I’d brought to bed lying on a chair under the dining room table, a spot she normally takes. However, when I went to pet her I found injuries: she’d been scratched in the eye. There was blood.

One trip to the vet and $320 later, she’s locked by herself in a room with a cone collar on so she can’t rub her eye and receiving external and internal antibiotics. She gets another trip to the vet on Friday.

I really hope her eye (and the rest of her) survives this.

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