grandfather

Call it a night to share a secret or two. Some things are better left not unsaid.

My thoughts about Rustina (see ‘No Antecedent Necessary’) have put a different spin on thoughts I deal with every year—the death of my grandfather. But, in this case, not so much about the death itself, but about the reinforcement of life that came with it.

Song in my head: David Gray’s Babylon. I may well be buying a copy of the album soon if the rest of the album is as promising as that one song.

There’s something to be said for taking time away from work. Yes, there IS something to be said, but I’m not sure what it is, and even if I was, I wouldn’t be the person to say it.

This from the person who spent all day Saturday hammering on a website to make it work. It’s mostly there. geek-chick.net has been waiting for a few months to see the light of day, and I think I’ve finally gotten tired of waiting. When I got the offer to host it for free at my ISP, I decided to take advantage of that. The DNS for geek-chick.net hasn’t propagated yet, so everything’s still pointed at the old site (the one that starts off with, “Houston, we have finals”). At some random point in time, differing for each ISP, everything will point to the new site (which already has posts from friends on it). Then I will be much happier—because I will finally be able to test the silly guestbook script.

Talk about interesting—I just emailed my mother with a slightly condensed version of the events of the past ten days. I’ve had this urge to sing the events in order, in the style of “We Didn’t Start The Fire.”

Rather appropriate, given that a burning car was involved. Well, if nothing else, a nasty bout of stomach flu would explain to my mother why I haven’t written her yet this week.