Well, okay, the whole livejournal thing has not been proven to be a success. There seems to be a tone, an approach to writing in LJ that I can't quite master.

About the fourth time I find myself changing topics in the middle of a LJ post, I start feeling self-conscious. In the end, I think I'm more comfortable posting my stream-of-consciousness ramblings here on the ol' blog. (It might have worked better, had I had any actual fannish conversation to share.) (Although, yesterday I made three sort-of fannish posts. But none of them went anywhere and they were all more about things I was thinking of posting about than actually about anything.)

So, what's new around these parts?

Well, DiamondGirl's last day is Friday. She may or may not continue working on a free-lance basis until fall. It depends on a job offer she's hoping to get. (Me, I'd like to have her helping us because it would make life easier for me, but I think it's better for her if she doesn't.) She's had offers from all over the country. Sadly, the Denver job market isn't that exciting.

Bernie is predictably twitchy even though he hasn't actually exploded for a couple of weeks. He keeps insisting on this total knowledge-dump as though, (a) either he or I actually understand what we're being told, or (b) we'll retain enough of it to pass it along to someone if the need arises.

Whatever. What I really care about is the lack of explosions. I still think we're going to be in deep shit with no technical person at all in the office, but I just work here. (At least he gave up the idea of the free tech call to dismantle the network.) (I think. He hasn't mentioned it again, anyhow.)

He finally decided that we're not going to New Orleans in two weeks. Which is nice and I certainly wish he'd made that decision a month ago. I'm trying to find a chunk of time for my niece to come out and visit me this summer and him waffling around about these travel dates is making it very complicated. Right now, I'm looking at the weekend of July 8 - 11 or so. (I hope she'll stay a few days. There are many stores we need to visit and many restaurants we need to eat at.) I'm going to write her tonight and ask.

She has allergies and suchlike, so I'll have to give the apartment a really good cleaning before she arrives. If it wasn't for the occasional overnight guest, that place would never be really scrubbed. (When my mother stopped making annual visits, the level of housework really fell off.)

It's been hot. I get home after work, turn on the a/c, and still spend the rest of the evening trying not to move around too much. (In the best of all possible worlds, the temperature would never rise above 80.) I'm not really amazingly physically active after work under normal circumstances, but the heat (and humidity) take it out of me to an extra extent. I have several personal projects that require actual thought that I'd like to be dealing with, but I go into mental hibernation in 95 degree weather.

(I'm still blaming the easy chair. If I didn't have such a comfy chair to sit in, I wouldn't just spend the evenings curled up in it. I'd be doing things.) (Well, it's a theory, anyhow.) (I used to sit in a very uncomfortable chair. I was still pretty inert in the evenings.) (I didn’t say it was a viable theory.)

Recently I've taken to typing don't' instead of don't. Apparently I have an unused fund of apostrophes, all just dying to get into print.

I want to be writing. I want to be drawing. Sadly, I only want to be doing these things when I'm at work. My next apartment? Is totally going to have central air. I will laugh, laugh at 90+degree temperatures.

The lottery is at something like $86 million for tomorrow's drawing. I should buy a ticket, shouldn't I?

If I won $86 million, I'd rent myself a bit of office space somewhere and furnish it with proper office equipment. Somehow, probably through decades of training, that's the environment my brain functions best in. I've written hundreds of thousands of words in offices.

I didn't actually have anything to say today.