For a day with no inspiration...
Feb. 2nd, 2003 07:52 pmManaged to get conned into writing Meta's CV for him today. I have no freaking clue how that one happened.
Mostly cause it was easier to write it myself than try to explain what to do over YM I guess.
I hate writing CVs... though ironically his came out better than mine did. Guess it really is easier to do someone else's than your own.
John has one of his sax students downstairs. He's decided to subsidise his income by doing a little tutoring on the side.
Great for him, not so great for me. Bad saxophones are second only to bad violins or really bad singers. It's painful.
It's attention-span-of-a-gnat-day for me today... though I did get a hold of Eek long enough to get the details of the WXFO account so I can start working towards getting my new site up and running.
Of course I really have to code the fucker first, and today is really not an HTML-writing day. Not by a long, long shot.
Plus I have to get JR to show me how to use this FTP program cause I've only ever used the Yahoo/Geocities interface.
*ungh*... something for tomorrow I feel...
Mostly cause it was easier to write it myself than try to explain what to do over YM I guess.
I hate writing CVs... though ironically his came out better than mine did. Guess it really is easier to do someone else's than your own.
John has one of his sax students downstairs. He's decided to subsidise his income by doing a little tutoring on the side.
Great for him, not so great for me. Bad saxophones are second only to bad violins or really bad singers. It's painful.
It's attention-span-of-a-gnat-day for me today... though I did get a hold of Eek long enough to get the details of the WXFO account so I can start working towards getting my new site up and running.
Of course I really have to code the fucker first, and today is really not an HTML-writing day. Not by a long, long shot.
Plus I have to get JR to show me how to use this FTP program cause I've only ever used the Yahoo/Geocities interface.
*ungh*... something for tomorrow I feel...