I'm not a huge music nerd or a snob about my choice of media players, or so I tell myself. I've used Winamp for my music playing ever since version 2, if not 1. This is back when I thought I was hot shit for having a 33.6k modem, back when the internet was operated by, I believe, conveyor belts. (I'm glad I don't have many friends, because it ( Read more... )

Back to the ol' grind, eh? I've spent most of my week working on the damned volunteer database. I've finished with the user-level page, so volunteers will be able to register their basic info if they're coming down with a group. Now I'm working on designing the administrative interface and backend, so I can easily add and edit records without ( Read more... )

I realize that traditionally your colors have been purple, gold, and green, but could we drop the last of those, please? Or perhaps, change it to another color; god forbid Mardi Gras share its colors with Louisville Male H.S. How about red? If it's red and gold and purple too, you can be just like a ricka bambooHere's the reason I make this humble ( Read more... )

It was nice to see the YAVs the other day. We had a rockin' time learning about Mardi Gras, eh? I'm pumped up. I also want more king cake. As soon as I can be reasonably assured that volunteers will feed me this month, I am blowing my entire food stipend on king cakes ( Read more... )

Huzzah, an end to 2007! I'm not big on the reflective end-of-year sorts of posts, so we'll skip all that and just move on to the whinging ( Read more... )

I was taking my books and food out of bags to place into my luggage when an odd feeling of unease manifested in my consciousness. Just a sort of light tension in my chest, my muscles binding toward a central spot, and an emptiness in my stomach despite having filled it with cheesecake and eggnog only a couple hours before. Something felt wrong. ( Read more... )

Watching the end of 'A Christmas Story' ('Tis the season to be jorry, fa-ra-ra-ra-ra, ra ra ra ra ( Read more... )

It was a pretty weak week all around. I made a few minor tweaks to the website (My boss is convinced that the general internet-viewing public has the intellect and attention span of a five-year-old, so I had so sacrifice a little slickness to 'durrrr, i'm a hyperlink, click me'), created a database for volunteer information, reorganized and cleaned ( Read more... )

The screen on my work computer's monitor flickers. Just a faint, rapid pulsing of light. My job consists almost entirely of staring at that screen, and it's beginning to drive me mad. It's a war of attrition on my retinae and on my sanity ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel saner and more cheerful than what I write here; sometimes less. Now is less. This is the kind of work that breeds apathy. I'm not on the front lines. I don't meet the people that our organization is building houses for. I don't see the houses that are being built. I'm behind a barrier. I'm in an office. A room in which I spend a ( Read more... )