Hey yonder kitties…

I had some fortunate luck with my Kensington Expert Mouse Wireless trackball… Though it smells like a lovely vanilla and ginger smoothie, the hard work with rubbing alcohol and swabs to clean the thing after my mishap a few days ago has paid off. The thing works. Yay! Now, if I use it for any intense work or gaming, it’s going to smell like someone’s baking cookies! That’s not an entirely unpleasant thought…
The Apple Pro Keyboard is still slightly ill from the mishap, though I wasn’t easily defeated… I tried to fix it all up but still have lost the functionality of the lower arrow keys and the number pad digits ‘0′ and ‘1′. (Ironic in a really geeky way that the one and zero keys were the dead ones… heh heh. Maybe it’s all in my head… ahem… moving on-)
Could be worse I guess. And honestly, I don’t miss the functionality since I’ve got a a freaky cool new wireless set up now. Thought you’d be amused to see how far I went with the attempted resurrection, so here’s a pic of what I envision ‘Geek Scrabble’ to look like…
cleaning the keyboard
I found out that there’s only so far you can go with disassembling a keyboard. They’ve gone and laminated certain things together, so ultimate backwards engineering was not to be. Oh well… I gave it a go.

Time to go clean house. That’s the chore portion of the day, then I get the fun stuff of setting up my mom’s new eMac with a RAM upgrade and iSight… I also have to get my Vespa out of storage to prep for sale. Busy Sunday afternoon ahead…

smooches!
jEN

Hello kitties!

It’s a rainy Saturday morning here. I’ve got a load of laundry in the machine and one already drying on the rack. That’s progress so far… I got up at the insane time of just before 5 a.m. today- not much different than any other day for me. I’m at work typically before most people are done with their breakfast cereal. I don’t mind it, as it means I’m out of work earlier than most as well…

But enough of that boring shit. That’s not what you come round here for, now is it? If it were, then I’d be just as well off by posting my daily “To Do” lists. (Just don’t ask me to report on the actual progress on such lists… you know how I am about those… :D)
I digress…

I was working on some geek stuffs yesterday. I’m still getting my head wrapped around CSS and furthering my HTML knowledge. (I’d love more time in the day to focus on it all, but I take what I can get.) Read more

Ah, The Monkees… I watched them for a bit when I was a little girl. I actually grabbed a couple of their songs off of Acquisition once. I do have a guilty appreciation for their fluffy-as-the-drifting-snow pop sensibilities. The Last Train to Clarksville, Daydream Believer… fun stuff. Not to mention, their own theme song.

Go fix a bowl of your favourite childhood breakfast cereal, sit in your jammies, and download a couple of The Monkees tracks for old times… you’ll thank me for it. :D

I’m sleepy but in better spirits today. I drove past the spot where the dog had been lying yesterday. They’ve cleaned up the blood with water and dirt. It’s obvious to me as I pass by the place, but most folks wouldn’t notice a thing. Most people probably didn’t notice the event itself- but that’s the curse of the american society in general. We’re not all like that- but most seem to be very focused on their own micro-environments. The world of bigger-better-faster-more, SUVs and diamond rings. Shopping malls and football games. I’m sick of america. I’ve been sick since birth.

Yum… swirling beneath my nose is the scent of my organic coffee, laced with cane sugar and cheapened with a fancy commercial creamer. I really need to wean myself from the creamer to an alternative, but we all have our heroin, don’t we? Mine is fancy coffee creamer. It’s better than doing drugs I guess, but only because the government hasn’t labeled it one yet… :)
Just try and deal with me on a morning without it… it’s a drug, I tell ya.

I suppose that’s all for now…
smooches sticky with french vanilla~
jEN

Another work day started kitties…

Mine started like crap… Not in the sense that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed or anything- the point where I was accosted by reality and tragedy happened after I left the house for the drive to work.

I actually just had a brief conversation yesterday with a very dear friend about keeping a dog on a lead. I have never had the most trained/trainable pooches in the world, therefore I am a strong advocate for a lead at all times unless in a completely fenced in area. Even old dogs will chase a rabbit or squirrel when you least expect it. When I was a little girl, my German Shepherd was trained by my Papaw to fetch the paper from the mailbox across the field. Seemed safe enough… they lived way out in the country. That was fine until someone barrelled down the road and smashed the back end of my dog. I still remember the back of Papaw’s pickup truck, pale green with pools of hot, sticky red blood. They put him down at the vet’s office… The driver never stopped.

It’s selfish of me to tell you how what I saw this morning affected me, but seeing as I have no way to really get his, (we’ll call it a boy dog for illustrative purposes), side of the story, you’ll have to make do with my account.

I leave for work rather early by most standards… I punch in at 7am daily after a 15 minute drive. I left a tad late this morning due to a computer related distraction. (that happens often…) As I travelled the main road to work, a four lane in-town stretch of highway, I could see police car lights ahead. I didn’t see a car pulled over but it’s not unusual for an officer to be finishing up the paperwork…

Then he came into view. Read more

Hello dearests!

I have solid advice for you today. Not some limp, coulda-lived-with-out-it kind of advice… nope, the real deal. Concrete offerings. This is the shit to write home about…

Do not- ever- make your desk so cluttered that you spill half a glass of some new-age Chai Tea blended smoothie stuff onto your Kensington Expert Mouse Wireless trackball and the number pad of your Apple Pro Keyboard. Trust me when I say this, (though you may roll your eyes in disbelief), it is not conducive to proper equipment functionality. You will break your shit, is what I’m telling you. The aforementioned items will cease to work as intended by their respective manufacturers.

I found this out the hard and spiny way tonight. But, as every tumultuous storm gives way to a path of ethereal rainbows, my sloppy input device dowsing produced one fine ribbon of prosperity: I went out and got a swanky new wireless keyboard and mouse. It’s not the magnificent trackball that I once had, however, it will do the job. I got the Cordless MX Duo from Logitech and I must say that the components rock so far.

I don’t recommend you dump some sugary protein drink on your keyboard to get what you really want- I could never advocate such a desperate measure- however, it worked for me.

good night my sweets~
a smooch to you all!
jEN

Hello kitties~

I have a secret… a wild and silly secret…

muhwaa ha ha ha ha ha!

smooches~
jEN

Hey kitties-

I started writing poetry, mostly bad, long ago. In fact, I don’t remember a time I didn’t. I love language but often do a shit job in really getting things out. I’ve been attempting to become a better writer for a few years now. Slowly, I’m bleeding out slightly better song lyrics and poetry… I think being able to write in these blog thingies helps immensely. All the sudden I pay a bit more attention to each word I put on the page. Language becomes more than a collection of letters that create basic visuals… I want them to dance. Most of the time I get them to at least hobble around a bit, but there is a pleasure in the journey.

I wrote something that I’ll share because I’m just tired enough to do it. (Better judgement is already fast asleep in bed right now! lol) So, no laughing kitties… I usually suck and I know it. The best part is that I’m ok with it… So without further delay, here’s a lengthy poem I purged from my cranium recently. (works pretty well read aloud, however, torturing those near you is not required or encouraged… heh heh)
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So I’m prepping for my upcoming trip to the UK…

I’ve added another pair of formidable suitcases to the behemoth that I purchased the other day. One of which is of a hideous tiger striped fabric! I’ll easily pick it out of a criminal line-up… Good lord, it’s ugly! The carry-on is just a basic black case… functional and more expensive than either of the other, larger ones. One would think I would’ve paid extra for the horrible fabric on the 28incher, but tiger stripes are evidently not extra charge worthy. Read more

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