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New feature: webcam

For your amusement, I've added a webcam to my desk. It takes a new picture every sixty seconds; the webpage should refresh every thirty. It's possible that there are still some bugs in this, but then again I've not totally gotten it tweaked like I want it.

There's a link in the contents box. I'd link it here, but since I think I'm going to tailor the link a bit so that it pops up a separate window and such, I'd rather not have to change the link here as well.

Let me know if you have any problems.

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Workday thoughts

Whee! Today I'm working (again) on my proposed redesign for my company's website. I've put in a LOT of hours on this. It's my fourth design for these guys—I've not been very happy with my previous three. This one, I think, has possibly got the goods. It's still way down deep in alpha, but you can see it on the screenshot for today (September 7).

News from home (again)

I called my folks last night—there was more to the story than what I'd been told. The problem is that the more I hear, the worse it sounds. Evidently my aunt Mildred's pretty much gone off the deep end—drinking heavily and not taking her lithium. I gather she got in a fight with my grandmother, and that my aunt also attacked my parents.

Thus my parents took her to the hospital. Again. She did what she does every time this happens—fights, screams, yells, curses, and tries to hurt anyone who comes near her. Apparently she directly attacked my parents, too. Because of how the laws are, the hospital can't keep her against her will. As soon as she's stable—meaning her lithium levels are back up—she can't be held against her will.

News from home

This hurts.

I'd intended for my commentary today to be about all the fun we had this weekend, but considering I just got back from the bathroom with red eyes and a sniffly nose, I think you can guess that it's the furthest thing from my mind right now.

I happened to think to check my home email account a few minutes ago, and got kicked in the pants by what I found. Mom emailed me at about one this morning to let me know about what happened this weekend. My aunt Mildred, the one who is battling bipolar disorder, shot her son (my cousin Clint) in the hand this weekend during an argument.

She swears it's an accident.

All I know is that I feel like someone kicked me in the stomach.

I just don't know what to make of this. I just don't. We've dealt with the problems of dealing with her problems for as long as I can remember, and I guess in my mind I've always hoped that it would never come to this—to violence. But evidently it has.

Bounce (part 3 of 3)

Productivity has failed me. I am remaining bouncy even through lunch coma.

The crew went to Tim's Cajun Kitchen for some tasty lunchtime eats today. Didn't realize how popular that place was until I went in there. At 10:55, there was no one there. By 11:02, the entire room was filled. Seems like everyone knows that the lunch special starts at eleven…

We had a good, geeky lunch. Kat fixed the annoying problem I'd had with my cell phone—helped me delete some old numbers on there that I no longer needed.

Brad and I will probably teach them how to play Hot Death Uno tonight. Eeeeeevil, we are.

So this is what it's like to have a social life…

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Bounce (part 2 of 3)

I can tell now that I'm going to be completely and utterly worthless at work today. I'm bouncing, dammit.

Tally from last night…all that remains to be done:

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