Slowly but surely, Shit Is Getting Done. A lot of that has to do with finding my motivation again yesterday after a couple of weeks of Bleah, which has allowed some serious whittling of the to-do lists.

On a related note, ( stoopid penguin tricks inside )

Courtesy of ixzist.

Went to go see Wanted last night, which was actually extremely enjoyable (and had a better plot than I expected, frankly). The trailers make it seem like gun-kata, but I actually think "car-kata" occurs more often... amazing stuntwork. And the scene near the end of James McAvoy tearing through the factory is worth the price of admission all by itself.

However, on the way home I experienced the worst bout of acid reflux I think I've ever had, and had to pull over for a moment to get the taste of bile out of my mouth. Unfortunately once my body had the idea, it sort of... ran with it, and I've been up and down all night trying to get comfortable. Food still sounds 100% unappealing to me, so I'm going to go try to get as little work done as possible this morning and then crash back out, hopefully.

Today has been a Fractal, Heavy Metal, Devil's Advocate sort of day so far. Thus, icon.

And now, lunch.

When trying to mock-up website updates, Firebug is Your Friend. SRSLY; being able to update a website on-the-fly even when you can't login to it is nearly as good as a CMS.

Also, our Firewall/Proxy Server at work resembles Emmentaler much more than Sharp Cheddar. The latest 'hole' found is that it allows Google Docs and Google Calendar, but not Gmail or Google Talk. This is a good thing for networking/comparing calendars, of course, although it produces the option to have Yet Another Calendar to Update. It may actually work better than PBwiki in some ways... what do other people use their Google Calendars for, if you do at all?

What the hell? I've heard this song referenced three times this morning; once as a cover, twice in the lyrics of other songs.

What's this song all about, anyway?

This week is, objectively, less crazy than last week, but The List™ is still bulging at the seams: ( Read more... )

At last, Hell's Half Acre^* is entirely fenced in. Many³ thanks to all of the helpers along the way, especially zylch and yesterday's Epic Crew, who worked on it from most of Noon-10PM (zylch and featherynscale and I, plus lilia_blackbear, druidevo, and niveus_tigris who came in late and had a fresh arm for the penultimate nailing jobs). We wrapped up last night with everything but the gate done, and went to ruisseau's graduation party, which was Most Excellent. *grin* Drank prodigiously, flirted shamelessly, and stayed up way too late, then woke up and jiggered in the final gate in time for Marley to arrive.

Fractal was highly suspicious of this effort to box him in (including placing himself or his run line right in the way as many times as possible), but once he realized it meant more yard to sniff/hunt/run/pee on, he seems to have forgiven us. Both dogs are now making the rounds of their newly expanded space, both searching for weaknesses in the containment field and, I'm sure, Small Fuzzy Mammals. They're mostly ignoring the people calling to them, which is probably a good sign (mostly we just wanted pictures).

Speaking of pictures, this project has gone on much longer than intended, in part due to the amazing amount of rain we've gotten since starting on May 24th. In fact, here's what the 30-day retrospective on precipitation looks like:
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See that purple spot south of Kansas City? Yeah, that's us.... 11+ inches in the last 20-30 days, almost all of it since the 24th. Frigging Midwestern weather! Now, food and maybe a movie - it's a little hard to wrap your brain around the fact that there's No More To Be Done on this project!

* We haven't figured out the new name for the house yet, but after this project and considering the two new occupants, this name seems appropriate for the yard.

If and when I ever get a full night's sleep, I feel like I've wasted many hours of my life that I could have been doing something.

This isn't a new phenomenon, either; I've been this way since high school, at the least. My insomnia is as much self-directed as it is chronic...

::edit:: And yes, I did get ~8 hours of sleep last night. featherynscale says I look better. I don't feel much better, except for the not-nodding-off thing.