Archive for November, 1999

A day without weblogs….

Tuesday, November 30th, 1999

Tomorrow there will be no entries in the journal/weblog in observance with a day without weblogs for World AIDS day….

A close call

Monday, November 29th, 1999

On my way home from work, I came about 5 feet and 40 miles per hour away from having venison for dinner. If it wern’t for anti-lock brakes and quick reflexes, I would have creamed poor Bambi.

Dead content and designs in a rut

Monday, November 29th, 1999

I think it’s time to revise my little list of sites I visit on a semi-daily basis. I know this doesn’t mean much to you, since you can’t get to the list quite yet, but it’s part of the planned redesign.

On a related topic, Openlog used to be fun to watch, not so much for the entries, but for the constant and sudden redesigns. Over the past few weeks, the same two lame designs have been popping up. If I ever finsih my own site, I’ll try and breathe a little life into it.

Office refugee

Monday, November 29th, 1999

Nothing like being kicked out of your desk first thing on Monday morning because you happen to have the only working scanner in the building and someone with the I.Q. of a garden snail who whines like the cowardly lion has to scan.

Thank god it only lasted an hour or so — I was getting homesick.

A light grows dim….

Saturday, November 27th, 1999

There is way too much pain and suffering going on in these last months leading to 2000. First, my mom passes from cancer, something my family is still recovering from, and now my friend’s grandfather is losing the same battle. The worst part about all of this is that neither of them deserve this.

Jesse was with me through every step of my mom’s battle, something I will forever be grateful for. I wish I could be there in the physical sense for him through this one, but I guess all I can do is listen when he wants to talk and talk when he runs out of things to say.

I just want to know why god has seen fit to take so many good people now. I only met Jesse grandfather once, but the impression he made on me was that of a man of compassion, integrity, and a strong will. I’m sure the world will be poorer once he passes. I just hope there is no pain.

I find I’m having to write this kind of entry all too often these days. I just hope it never gets any easier to write them….