Normalizing

I've been tending to neglected sides of my independent business, things like ensuring my backups are in order and everything is running just right. My pet projects are getting attention again, I caught up on van-goth today as well as all my other unread mailing list mails. I've been archiving old files off of my server, getting through my backlog of accounting, and fishing for new clients.

Tharsis and Jazz certainly (who are ganging up on a crane-fly at the moment) seem to appreciate having me around all day again. And I appreciate working with a cat draped over the monitor while another snoozes on the carpet nearby. Much more civilised than a grey cubicle. There is an opening in the gallery two doors over (quite good landscape paintings, very vibrant) which now has me inspired. I can't wait for my book to show up (Lorra, you can read it while you are house-sitting).

I'm thinking of using this glut of free time to start seguéing out of pure tech and into more creative stuff. Time to start really pushing what I know about Flash. I've dabbled and done some technically interesting things (like a Flash front end for filling out Domino based forms) but I think it is time to start looking at it as an artistic medium.

I wish Heidi hadn't carted my Flash book off to Toronto by accident. That's why I hate lending books. All my Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy books ended up in Alberta by similar circumstance. It's funny, I swear this hoarding of books thing of mine is genetic and I have it from both sides of the family. I inherited all of my father's books and there were a lot of them. It took me years to psych up to getting rid of the crappy fiction I knew I would never read, and I still have boxes of books that I know I probably won't get around to reading for years yet I still refuse to get rid of them. Meanwhile, my mother was telling me just the other day that because she is moving again she has once again packed up all her books that she has been dragging around for decade. My siblings don't seem to have this affliction... it must be an recessive gene - if you get it from one parent you are unaffected, but if you get it from both you are doomed to shlep around and ever increasing library for life.

And in other news I had to tell Shannon that things are back on with Ivana. That was actually yesterday. She was good about it, since things hadn't really gone anywhere yet, but still, the "there is somebody else, I hope we can still be friends" thing always sucks, no matter how sincere the latter part may be. Of course a kiss and a smile from the elf to kill dragons for makes everything else unimportant.