Happiness is!

A project completed. A day longer than I wanted it to take, but that's not bad considering I was getting rusty with scripting. Here's the tools that a select few will have access to for changing the content on the front page of Crazed Imaginations web site.

( Under here )

'The next project for CI is to get the damn player history into the database. So that it is easier to EDIT a created "this week" page.

When that is complete, it will be possible to add some automatic info to bio pages about the last few roles played.

Life is really grand.

sigh

It's the middle of the night again. I'm sleepy and my back is tense. I'm really ready for bed.

And I just don't want to go there alone again.

I put a great picture on my base desktop today. I may have to remove it. :) It's Michelle and Jim at Michelle's sister's wedding. I think crawling in with them would be lovely. We could sandwich in Michelle very nicely, I think.

Oh, well. Like it or not, I'm off to bed.

At least my allergies have calmed down. I can breathe through my nose. That's something.

Now, really.

Off to bed.

First, though, I thought I would outline (broadly) the 11 chapters of the bdsm story I started a few days ago. :)

Now. Really. Off to bed. Right now. .... Now.

You can have...

In the late 60s, a movement began, grew, then all but died. I missed it. And I miss it.

And there was this great song, "Alice's Restaurant."

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant -- 'ceptin' Alice.

And Landmark Education says you can have anything you want for yourself and your life that you invent as a possibility and enroll others in your having gotten it. The caveat, though, is that the thing you want can't be a pipe dream.

Here's how my life is occurring for me right now. With all the world available, I seem to keep wanting Alice.

I noticed twice today that I was looking around for a warm body and when I realized "ANY warm body" was going to do, I stopped in mid thought. What is it I wanted that any stranger off the street could fill? Not a fucking thing.

That was a emotional black hole I was racing toward. Whew! Just in the nick of time.

Sweetness

I've talked about Michelle and Jim several times. Here's a ( picture )

. Aren't they dreamy! Swoon.

PS. Makes me want to create RenFaire garb again. Maybe by next year so I can go to war!

The voice

We are almost always in constant communication with a small troll that lives somewhere behind our eyes. And I do mean troll as in trolling for trouble forum and Usenet news jerks.

The troll rarely has anything of value to say to us. And it wants in on every conversation we have out loud with another.

When it speaks of doom and gloom, it speaks with the voice of abject misery. And keeping it quiet is a full-time thankless job. Further, it isn't possible. We are equipped with a troll and it will speak.

What I tend to write in my Live Journal when things are gloomy are just the ramblings of my troll. Trying to get the conversation out of my head and into the real world where all its power goes away.

I know that some (most) people who read my journal will see what my troll has written and hand it to their troll to review. And that may have it look like I am miserable sometimes. Life ending miserable. Moving out of state miserable. Just fuck it already miserable.

But that is just the troll looking to push me into the black hole or misery. I refuse to go there. I just let my troll spew forth here when it's in the mood so I don't have to listen to it for hours and hours. :)

There were years (11-25ish) when I was a miserable as it sometimes sounds in my LJ. Otherwise my troll couldn't be so convincing. :)

But, I have not been miserable for a very long time.

Is something missing in my life right now? Yes. Is it looking a little hopeless right now? Yes. Am I all that worried about it? No.

Love is a really good place to return to when I start thinking anything my troll says is real or serious.

Love.

Productivity R I

Yes.

I went through the NGpg.tcl package I created from bits and pieces of the ngender framework that _greg and I built last year. It's a robust package to wrap around pgtcllib.

I cleaned it all up, reordered the procedures, and wrote a doc README. Sweet. Found a couple of tiny bugs, to. Very nice.

I did run into one interesting thing, though. I created two views in PostgreSQL which included an order by clause. When sitting at psql prompt, running selects on these views did exactly what I expected them to do. All is fine, right. No.

When run through the pgtcl library, the order by gets crapped on and the data comes out in a different order. The solution turns out to be easy, but annoying. I tool the order by clause out of the view and added it to the query sent though pgtcllib. that solved the problem.

Tomorrow will be a busy day. I've a call to make in the morning to see if I can get someone to look at our oven. The door won't close all the way. Heavy oven use is causing the knobs to melt!

In the afternoon, I'm training a cast member for Dr. Scott.

In the evening, I will be leading an introduction for HAI.

And then, in the middle of the night, RHPS.

And tomorrow I sleep.

Sunday is Disneyland. Oh yeah.

Love. Love. Love.

Life is simply grand.

PS. lizetta has some of the cleanest currency in town. :)