I must be a sucker for punishment. Today I embarked upon designing a website for Hubby's Guild Wars guild. (For the uninitiated, Guild Wars is an online role-playing game similar to World of Warcraft).
Hubby is going to be a difficult "client" though I think. He wants his guild's website to emulate Guild Wars' professionally designed site, including the latest news section on the site's homepage. The only way I can think of doing it so that the news section is updatable by all the guild leaders is to set it up as a blogger template. Yikes! Coding my very own blogger template so that it looks like the Guild Wars website. That's certainly going to prove a challenge!
Speaking of web designing, I started stage two of my TAFE certificate today. I learnt how to slice images, something which I have never bothered trying before. It was surprisingly simple once I worked out how to do it using Adobe ImageReady. It's kind of cool to learn something new too.
As for the age-old "how's things going" question, I'm doing okay. I've been incredibly busy this past week and as a result I am feeling quite drained. The upside is I haven't been alone with my thoughts very much which has kept my emotional life completely at bay. It was incredibly refreshing to finally have a day virtually all to myself today though. I definitely needed it.
Monday, April 24, 2006
Monday, April 17, 2006
Dreams are Weird
Welcome to last night's dream! (and my second post in two days ... go me!)
The time was shortly after Christmas. I was trying to send a belated Christmas card to someone ... my father I think. I couldn't get the postage stamp to stick to the envelope properly so I didn't want to pop it into the post box for fear that the stamp would fall off. I tried to place more moisture (spit ... ewww) on the back of the stamp to no avail. I entered the post office, thinking that perhaps they had sticky tape available for customer use on one of their shelves. I spied the sticky tape at the far end of the post office.
While I was still on the street, trying to fix the stamp to the envelope, a bus rolled past. A couple of the bus's passengers were apparently staff members of the school where I used to work. An elderly lady who was standing beside me struck up a conversation about one of the teachers. She told me that the woman in question had been teaching for approximately ten years now (in reality she had been a first year teacher when I had worked at the school last). I began to tell the elderly lady as such, but she was adamant that the woman had been teaching for years, so I gave up.
All of a sudden, I found myself at a friend's workplace, but for some reason it was a mixture of his real workplace and one that I had previously worked at for a short, unsuccessful stint. I must have walked straight past the reception area without announcing myself, because I was sitting at my friend's desk using his sticky tape to adhere the stamp to its envelope. From the next cubicle, my friend acknowledged my unannounced presence. I apologised for not informing him of my being there. My friend introduced me to two of his work mates, one of whom had apparently worked there during the short time that I had worked there. This particular work mate didn't say anything about how useless I had been in the position though. Both work mates then left the room so that my friend and I could have some privacy.
Somewhere in amongst all this, I sat in on the end of a job interview for a town doctor and a water treatment plant employee. Gawd knows how I had managed to do that. There were two applicants for the doctor position and one for the water treatment plant employee. One of the applicants for the doctor's position was either Korean or Malaysian. He was a cute, youngish man who seemed much better than the other applicant, a rough around the edges white guy. During the interview, the Korean or Malaysian doctor stated that his English was not perfect, but to me he seemed to have a wonderful grasp of the English language. When meeting up with my friend at his workplace later on in the dream, I told him about the interview and how I thought the Korean or Malaysian doctor was better suited to the position. My friend agreed (somehow he had talked to the applicants as well) and we joked about how he would have to brush up on his Korean language skills.
And that was the end of my dream, or all that I can remember of it anyway. How bizarre was that! It's funny how certain snippets of reality can make it into a truly weird dream.
The time was shortly after Christmas. I was trying to send a belated Christmas card to someone ... my father I think. I couldn't get the postage stamp to stick to the envelope properly so I didn't want to pop it into the post box for fear that the stamp would fall off. I tried to place more moisture (spit ... ewww) on the back of the stamp to no avail. I entered the post office, thinking that perhaps they had sticky tape available for customer use on one of their shelves. I spied the sticky tape at the far end of the post office.
While I was still on the street, trying to fix the stamp to the envelope, a bus rolled past. A couple of the bus's passengers were apparently staff members of the school where I used to work. An elderly lady who was standing beside me struck up a conversation about one of the teachers. She told me that the woman in question had been teaching for approximately ten years now (in reality she had been a first year teacher when I had worked at the school last). I began to tell the elderly lady as such, but she was adamant that the woman had been teaching for years, so I gave up.
All of a sudden, I found myself at a friend's workplace, but for some reason it was a mixture of his real workplace and one that I had previously worked at for a short, unsuccessful stint. I must have walked straight past the reception area without announcing myself, because I was sitting at my friend's desk using his sticky tape to adhere the stamp to its envelope. From the next cubicle, my friend acknowledged my unannounced presence. I apologised for not informing him of my being there. My friend introduced me to two of his work mates, one of whom had apparently worked there during the short time that I had worked there. This particular work mate didn't say anything about how useless I had been in the position though. Both work mates then left the room so that my friend and I could have some privacy.
Somewhere in amongst all this, I sat in on the end of a job interview for a town doctor and a water treatment plant employee. Gawd knows how I had managed to do that. There were two applicants for the doctor position and one for the water treatment plant employee. One of the applicants for the doctor's position was either Korean or Malaysian. He was a cute, youngish man who seemed much better than the other applicant, a rough around the edges white guy. During the interview, the Korean or Malaysian doctor stated that his English was not perfect, but to me he seemed to have a wonderful grasp of the English language. When meeting up with my friend at his workplace later on in the dream, I told him about the interview and how I thought the Korean or Malaysian doctor was better suited to the position. My friend agreed (somehow he had talked to the applicants as well) and we joked about how he would have to brush up on his Korean language skills.
And that was the end of my dream, or all that I can remember of it anyway. How bizarre was that! It's funny how certain snippets of reality can make it into a truly weird dream.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Blog Neglect
My poor little blog! It's been ages since I posted and even longer since I posted regularly. What a serious case of neglect! It's amazing that my blog is still breathing! I should be arrested or something!
The truth is that things have been pretty sucky for a while now. There's been no real reason for it. There never is. I just fell into a bad head space and it's been bloody near impossible to claw my way out of it. The dreaded "D's" returned with a vengeance. I've been feeling really down and I still feel like someone else has invaded my body and is doing all the moving and talking for me. Grrr! Stupid brain! I just wish it would end!
So, what's the best treatment for being in a sucky place? Getting together with a friend who is damn near close to being as insane as you are, laying in the slightly overgrown and moist grass in his back yard in the middle of the night and taking the most bizarre photos of anything and everything.
And here are the results! Top left are my feet which apparently come with their very own green halo. Middle right is me in the middle of some sort of bizarre yoga position. Finally, bottom left is my friend's and my version of a full moon etch-a-sketch.
Mmmm ... there was definitely substance abuse happening that night I think. *smiles*
Weirdness aside, I am now officially on Easter break from my TAFE course. Despite everything, I was able to successfully finish off all my assessment pieces before the end of the term. I've even already enrolled in the next stage of the course which either starts on the 19th according to my TAFE tutor or on the 24th according to the TAFE customer service person whom I spoke to when I re-enrolled. Hey, you got to love how TAFE operates!
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