Ah, sigh ...

Usually, I arrive home and burst through the door adjacent to the one I pay for, receiving a greeting of " 'Eeeyyyy, how's it going?" from my housemates. But tonight, I arrived home to find only the lethargic one upstairs grumbling about. Everyone else is gone. And, though lonely, it's nice. Prop my feet up, cut open a Freezer Pop, and crack open my laptop. My attention doesn't have to contend with video games or movies or off-the-wall conversation. It's a change from the norm, and a change is as good as a holiday.

On to more interesting subjects:

I spent ... perhaps two or three days designing and building a Web site with Adobe GoLive, tried to transfer it over to Dreamweaver, and found out that though it's all the same language, the two programs are reading it slightly differently. Layout stays the same, but the text didn't transfer right, appearing on DW as way too big and not the text designated in the CSS file. After about 90 seconds of pondering, I realized that the Mac (boo, hiss) doesn't have the text, jenkins v2.0, that I was using on my Windows-running laptop. So now I either have to decide to add the font to a computer in the lab, change the graphics in the current design (which already incorporate the font), or just boot it all to the curb and start over. But other than the font, everything else seemed to be in order -- graphics were fine, links worked, et al.

I hate Myspace, by the way. I just do. Thus, I like this idea. I'll be joining the rebellion.

You know, right now, I don't have much else. Here's a photo, just for making it through all that mess.

The Legion of Merit, awarded to Col. Bob Izlar (Ret.) Thursday of last week.

Ciao.

Just a little update

This is just to keep up appearances. (Blatantcy is the crutch of brevity, which, as we all know, is the soul of wit.)


On the 29th of November, my roommate Tilley invited me to ride in a helicopter with his ROTC class, and, being the weirdo that I am, I skipped out on two classes just to do so.

(Above: that's my man Tilley on the right. Finance, hoo-ah!)

Unfortunately, it was a Chinook, not a Blackhawk like the original plan had called for. The pilots complained about something regarding the weather and the number of people who would be coming, so they elected for the twin-rotor beast. A good time had by all.

And then I drove to Decatur to volunteer for the Atlanta Photojournalism Seminar, met a few interesting people, got seriously ill, attended only a third of the actual seminar and remembered only half of that, and spent a lot of time either on the road or asleep. Fun.

Ciao.