OPEN MIC: Zombie
I should be at the Asbury Park zombie walk right now taking pictures, but I don't imagine it will be much fun to attend by myself. Meh.
This has been a week of projects and productivity.
I moved 75% of my things (a dozen full milk crates) to my future location. I nearly finalized a website for an interior designer (christ, the number of times I've had to tweak the colors and structure), I sort of started a site to sell my art/internet skills (foxforhire.com) to tag the sites I've made, started fitting together a Blurb book, got my Powermac G4 running as good as it can possible go (350 mhz processor, you wound me), started trying to excersize again.
Plans:
To revamp/finish/launch three sites, make two or three blurb books, maybe get to trek into the city before Tuesday to see my friend Songe who is currently visiting from London, and figure out how to not look like shit (or shave my head again) when I've got to keep from chemically treating my thinning balding head while sporting black dyed hair and blonde roots.
me and Songe, from one of the WEF Drinkups I dragged him to back in the day
I am terribly amused that my family, who are kicking me out of where I live with a month's notice due to a "waiting list" of people wanting studio apartments for an exhorbitant amount in the area (and refused my offers of as much rent as I could bear, and refused my offers to make a site to advertise the rental beach house to vacationers)... have had not ONE potential renter through the realtors. I am simultaneously angered, because my aunt is the person who does most of the needed landlord stuff, and without me there it will all rest on her, and not the family members that are having me removed. If they don't get any renters, I've to figure out if I want to stay where I'm not wanted, but live independantly, and be ready to kick ass and leave on my own terms in the fall... and if I will still make the website for the house, just so I can feel even more indignant and righteous about being kicked out.
This has been a week of projects and productivity.
I moved 75% of my things (a dozen full milk crates) to my future location. I nearly finalized a website for an interior designer (christ, the number of times I've had to tweak the colors and structure), I sort of started a site to sell my art/internet skills (foxforhire.com) to tag the sites I've made, started fitting together a Blurb book, got my Powermac G4 running as good as it can possible go (350 mhz processor, you wound me), started trying to excersize again.
Plans:
To revamp/finish/launch three sites, make two or three blurb books, maybe get to trek into the city before Tuesday to see my friend Songe who is currently visiting from London, and figure out how to not look like shit (or shave my head again) when I've got to keep from chemically treating my thinning balding head while sporting black dyed hair and blonde roots.
me and Songe, from one of the WEF Drinkups I dragged him to back in the day
I am terribly amused that my family, who are kicking me out of where I live with a month's notice due to a "waiting list" of people wanting studio apartments for an exhorbitant amount in the area (and refused my offers of as much rent as I could bear, and refused my offers to make a site to advertise the rental beach house to vacationers)... have had not ONE potential renter through the realtors. I am simultaneously angered, because my aunt is the person who does most of the needed landlord stuff, and without me there it will all rest on her, and not the family members that are having me removed. If they don't get any renters, I've to figure out if I want to stay where I'm not wanted, but live independantly, and be ready to kick ass and leave on my own terms in the fall... and if I will still make the website for the house, just so I can feel even more indignant and righteous about being kicked out.