A quick squiggle
03/09/2003 09:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIckle Izzie always seems to be busy these days. After keeping the Goblins happy, there is hardly time to do anything in Cyberia but keep up with what's new.
Just finished my weekly fix of our taxation unit. Tonight it was capital gains tax. Lucky I picked up most of this stuff by myself four or five years ago so I didn't have to exercise those little green cells too much. That means more time to spend on that website.
Last time I was in Diaryland, I do remember bitching about that group meeting last Tuesday which was such an abominable waste of a beautiful sunny afternoon.
This Tuesday we were back at classes but boring Professor Binns realizes that the homework questions (which bad Izzie did not do) were actually on topics that we did not cover till yesterday so it made more sense to discuss the questions at next week's tutorial.
So we got out at 4pm instead of 5 and once again it was a gorgeously glorious sunny Tuesday. But ickle Iz was so broke that she did not even have a bus fare to the gorgeous cafes on the riverfront, not to mention the price of a coffee itself.
So instead I pottered around on the computers for 40 mins or so and then went and sat on the lawns to watch the sunset.
Today was also gorgeous. Now that I got no money until tomorrow, I spent my time doing the weekly washing and housework. Petunia was most amused to hear that. Izzie has never been accused of being a Stepford Wife.
Iz was so delighted to see that she had dropped into the lair and left 6 bottles of red wine. She knew I'd intended to go into town to get them tomorrow because they were on special but found them even cheaper in a local shop.
It was funny sitting in the sun with a coffee at home instead of lurking around the streets of Dursleyville. The last time I've ever been so broke was just after I got this place and the rates and water bills turned up just after I did. Since I'd spent all my savings on the deposit, there was nothing left in the piggie bank.
Nowadays I make very large loan repayments and simply withdraw extra funds for the big bills like council rates and the goblin's fees. (or treks to Middle Earth)
Petunia does wonder why I'm bothering to buy a house at all if I am never there. And it is a gorgeous place near everything a Goblin could possibly want. The river is a 10 minute walk away and the Dursleyville city centre 15 mins on the bus. There are shops nearby and a most handy net cafe two streets away. Handy for visits to Cyberia at midnight but a bit noisy and full of pimply squealing war gamers playing loud music.
Was reading Sara's long juicy journal entries about adventures in Cyberia vs real life. Ssso many things I could say about that but so little time to say them.
To me, Cyberia is basically a high tech bells and whistles version of good old fashioned story telling around the campfire. And unlike television, instead of just passively listening to everyone else's, you can also tell your own. And you don't need lots of money to do it. :)
I sometimes think I do spend more time here than I should and have definitely changed my habits to accomodate this addiction. But the time I spend here now is time that I used to spend shopping, reading or doing housework....oh and yes....studying;)
When I take the bus from town these days, I go for the one not that goes nearest to the lair but rather the nearest to the computer labs at the Min of Fin.
Iz only comes out at night or in between classes at the Min of Fin. And these days much of my online time is spent working on the website project for one of my classes.
Was feeling so proud of myself for not resorting to Microsoft Fuckpage to do my webpages, only to discover that the latest minor assignment due on 19 September involves doing an alternative webpage for the School of Accounting with photos of the Head of School and the various other Goblins and it HAS to have frames, photos, this, that and the other AND be done using the software products of the Evil Empire. So looks like I will have to get my paws dirty after all.
Must be off on the broomstick. Maybe I can get back later and report on the amusing recent incidents at Salazar's Sanatorium for Superannuated Sorcerers (also known as the Izzie day job)
Just finished my weekly fix of our taxation unit. Tonight it was capital gains tax. Lucky I picked up most of this stuff by myself four or five years ago so I didn't have to exercise those little green cells too much. That means more time to spend on that website.
Last time I was in Diaryland, I do remember bitching about that group meeting last Tuesday which was such an abominable waste of a beautiful sunny afternoon.
This Tuesday we were back at classes but boring Professor Binns realizes that the homework questions (which bad Izzie did not do) were actually on topics that we did not cover till yesterday so it made more sense to discuss the questions at next week's tutorial.
So we got out at 4pm instead of 5 and once again it was a gorgeously glorious sunny Tuesday. But ickle Iz was so broke that she did not even have a bus fare to the gorgeous cafes on the riverfront, not to mention the price of a coffee itself.
So instead I pottered around on the computers for 40 mins or so and then went and sat on the lawns to watch the sunset.
Today was also gorgeous. Now that I got no money until tomorrow, I spent my time doing the weekly washing and housework. Petunia was most amused to hear that. Izzie has never been accused of being a Stepford Wife.
Iz was so delighted to see that she had dropped into the lair and left 6 bottles of red wine. She knew I'd intended to go into town to get them tomorrow because they were on special but found them even cheaper in a local shop.
It was funny sitting in the sun with a coffee at home instead of lurking around the streets of Dursleyville. The last time I've ever been so broke was just after I got this place and the rates and water bills turned up just after I did. Since I'd spent all my savings on the deposit, there was nothing left in the piggie bank.
Nowadays I make very large loan repayments and simply withdraw extra funds for the big bills like council rates and the goblin's fees. (or treks to Middle Earth)
Petunia does wonder why I'm bothering to buy a house at all if I am never there. And it is a gorgeous place near everything a Goblin could possibly want. The river is a 10 minute walk away and the Dursleyville city centre 15 mins on the bus. There are shops nearby and a most handy net cafe two streets away. Handy for visits to Cyberia at midnight but a bit noisy and full of pimply squealing war gamers playing loud music.
Was reading Sara's long juicy journal entries about adventures in Cyberia vs real life. Ssso many things I could say about that but so little time to say them.
To me, Cyberia is basically a high tech bells and whistles version of good old fashioned story telling around the campfire. And unlike television, instead of just passively listening to everyone else's, you can also tell your own. And you don't need lots of money to do it. :)
I sometimes think I do spend more time here than I should and have definitely changed my habits to accomodate this addiction. But the time I spend here now is time that I used to spend shopping, reading or doing housework....oh and yes....studying;)
When I take the bus from town these days, I go for the one not that goes nearest to the lair but rather the nearest to the computer labs at the Min of Fin.
Iz only comes out at night or in between classes at the Min of Fin. And these days much of my online time is spent working on the website project for one of my classes.
Was feeling so proud of myself for not resorting to Microsoft Fuckpage to do my webpages, only to discover that the latest minor assignment due on 19 September involves doing an alternative webpage for the School of Accounting with photos of the Head of School and the various other Goblins and it HAS to have frames, photos, this, that and the other AND be done using the software products of the Evil Empire. So looks like I will have to get my paws dirty after all.
Must be off on the broomstick. Maybe I can get back later and report on the amusing recent incidents at Salazar's Sanatorium for Superannuated Sorcerers (also known as the Izzie day job)
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2003-09-03 12:34 pm (UTC)Framed
Now I can get on with the fun bit of finding the content.
Terribly tedious I must say but you learn so much more that way and sort of get a feel for it. And also a sense of accomplishment after hours of twiddling and tweeking starting from a knowledge base of zilch and a couple of rather old html handbooks from the library from the good old days. Then Netscape was THE default browser and Bill Gates had only started putting free copies of internet explorer into packets of cornflakes, condoms and soap powder;)
Nothing like good old fashioned getting out there and doing it and none of this newfangled Dolores Umbridge School of Web Charm where you never get to wave your wand at all but just follow sad sanitized versions that do not always work out there in the real world.
Izzie knows bugger all about web design only that if you can achieve a certain effect with 3 lines of code then why do the same thing with 3 pages? Even if space and memory are as cheap as chips, simplicity and elegance will never go out of style.
Unfortunately the minor assignments do not give us options. They actually specify that we have to use Fuckpage. You see the goblins have sold their sad little souls to the evil empire and Everything here is Microsoft by default. Of course, over in the proper computing and programming part of the Ministry they probably use real geek stuff like Linux, Mozilla and Dreamweaver.
Re: Framed
Date: 2003-09-05 02:15 pm (UTC)Mmmm...never thought about that one...
Date: 2003-09-03 05:39 pm (UTC)I think it has to be with me been and Extrovert, I love been around people, chatting all the time (and I have Sparky to voucher this for me) and having fun. I think this has a lot to be with my Badger side, I love human contact *stops/rethinks last phrase/evil grin/giggles* But I do love it, I need it, it recharges me...but in the other hand there are the times when I need my space and go and crawl under a rock again...this has to be a lot with my Snaky side, sort of a nice "bi-polarity" which I am not, I am not bi-polar, just very weird *grins*