2.3.99

    I just got interviewed by someone from the L.A. Times in regards to this little web journal. Who would'a thunk? I wonder if I'll even get quoted. I'm thinking I might update the ABOUT section before the article gets printed. Would it be obnoxious if I quickly coded up the new design for this page that's been sitting in Photoshop for the past month? I mean, I would be pretty embarrassed if I got this all dressed up with makeup and a new hair-do and then didn't even get quoted. What if I do get quoted but they give the wrong URL? What if they don't give a URL? That would be lame.

    The problem with the design is that it's not perfect yet. It depends a little bit on photos. However, I don't have just the right photos for it yet. The ones I'm currently using in the design are city type photos but they're mostly not of this city. But I have taken lots of photos of L.A. I just need to go and get them printed and then go and get them scanned.

    I'm also having some difficulty with the title graphic. It started out simply and now it has gotten more complex and I'm not sure what I like. And the colors are... well... are they L.A. enough? Anything has got to be better than all this white I have up. Maybe I could make the transition slowly. First with the layout and then with the colors and the title. Then I'll add the navigation and finally the background. Procrastination to perfection.

    I'm tired.

    I woke up tired. I walked the dogs tired. My back is killing me where one especially air-headed Bearded Collie decided to yank me around. I went to the gym tired. The instructor for my kickboxing class, Fernando, asked me what was wrong. I'm sleepy, I said. He looked at me wide-eyed and said very slowly, "That's so weird because so am I." I gave him a withering look. I mean, if you're going to make fun of me just get out of my face. In response to my look he said, "No -- everybody has been saying they're tired today." I told him that it might be a high-pollen day or something. It's simply not possible that we were all dreaming about evil pets all night long.

    I have the weirdest dreams. I remember a lot of them and I can't help but share them with T. first thing in the morning. Last night I dreamed that I had a German Shepard dog (all of our family dogs have been Shepards so that's not so weird) and a white mouse. Both of them were trying to drive me mad through some sort of freaky mind-control thing. I distinctly remember the mouse staring at me intently and in my dream thinking, "Gee. That's really creepy."

    What does it mean to have an especially vivid dreaming mind? It probably means that if I ever make it to the ripe old age of 80 I'll be a batty crone mumbling about freakish mice and my innate superpowers.

    I can fly. I can fly.