It’s the red eye morning

It’s the red eye morning. It feels like one of those mornings when I’m up before the sun, and as I was standing in the kitchen trying to shovel out some cat food, grind some coffee beans, and boil water, I couldn’t help but notice that the sun was just poking above the horizon, awash It’s the red eye morning

it’s my TV, I saw her first

There’s a Dwight Yoakum song about heartache, and since I was trying to accomplish something last night with computer code, I was attempting to listen to something a little more soothing than the usual fare. It just didn’t work. I couldn’t get the computers to do what I wanted them to do, and the instruction it’s my TV, I saw her first

Kramer, just like the guy on TV

I was returning a call to a client today, and I got a hold of her secretary, “She’s on the other line right now, can I get your name?” “Kramer, just like the guy on TV. BUT I’M NOT LIKE HIM.” “Phone number where we can reach you?” “512/209-2200.” “And who are you with, Mr. Kramer, just like the guy on TV

It’s a sign

It’s a sign, a symbol fraught with foreboding consequences when I have to consider the fact that I was coerced into turning on the Air Conditioning for a little while yesterday. First Bluebonnets, then AC. And it’s not even Valentine’s Day yet. Today starts out gray and cloudy, and I’m sure it’s all that moisture It’s a sign

it was well over five miles

I did manage to get in a decent walk today, I figure it was well over five miles, maybe even six, but since it wasn’t one of my usual routes, I wasn’t too sure about the distance. The sun was brilliant, and the temperature was such that I was sweating by the end of the it was well over five miles

Who messed up the website

>Who messed up the website? I did. I like the “normal” color scheme. Makes it a little more straightforward for upcoming changes, too. I’m attempting to get it all on one color scheme, too — make everything uniform. The days of this being a weird place where links are strange colors isn’t cool anymore. My Who messed up the website

What a strange day Saturday was

The serious problem with having fredlet around is that I get a chance to discuss the fine art of web design with someone who won’t make me feel like a dweeb. I’ve been kicking around color schemes, and trying to figure a way to get away from the annoying black and white idea. I know What a strange day Saturday was