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Oct. 6th, 2011 08:24 am( Русский язык )
Oof. Steve Jobs, really? I go out for an hour and a half to do the weekly groceries and Steve Jobs dies? I leave you alone for five minutes, world...?!!?? No, it wasn't entirely unexpected, I guess, given cancer and the fact that he finally stepped down. He probably knew it was coming. Best wishes to his family.
Oof. Checked in, finally solved the webspace problem! I haven't moved all of my web pages over or, heh, even any web pages over, but that'll probably happen this weekend. Some of them. At the very least I'll get a placeholder page up. Anyway, that ought to solve the problem of my current hosting space being in sort of a limbo (yes, it was up, but I'm not entirely sure how long that would have lasted, it could have lasted for years more, it could have gone down next month) and so on and so forth. The name's the same, though. It even helped me come up with a pen name for if I ever get off my ass and start self-publishing, go me!
Oof. Oof oof oof. Too much crap to do, not enough time to do it. We'll see how much time in the day I get today, I'm still a little boggled that I'm making consistent progress on all my Big Bangs and my Nano planning and seriously, what the fuck is up with this one Urban fantasy 'verse that I have that just sort of keeps happening? Because it's the tidiest thing I've ever written, all of it, and I don't get it. I'm not complaining too much, but it's very bizarre to have my hindbrain sorting out everything before it ever gets to the conscious brain.
Oof. Steve Jobs, really? I go out for an hour and a half to do the weekly groceries and Steve Jobs dies? I leave you alone for five minutes, world...?!!?? No, it wasn't entirely unexpected, I guess, given cancer and the fact that he finally stepped down. He probably knew it was coming. Best wishes to his family.
Oof. Checked in, finally solved the webspace problem! I haven't moved all of my web pages over or, heh, even any web pages over, but that'll probably happen this weekend. Some of them. At the very least I'll get a placeholder page up. Anyway, that ought to solve the problem of my current hosting space being in sort of a limbo (yes, it was up, but I'm not entirely sure how long that would have lasted, it could have lasted for years more, it could have gone down next month) and so on and so forth. The name's the same, though. It even helped me come up with a pen name for if I ever get off my ass and start self-publishing, go me!
Oof. Oof oof oof. Too much crap to do, not enough time to do it. We'll see how much time in the day I get today, I'm still a little boggled that I'm making consistent progress on all my Big Bangs and my Nano planning and seriously, what the fuck is up with this one Urban fantasy 'verse that I have that just sort of keeps happening? Because it's the tidiest thing I've ever written, all of it, and I don't get it. I'm not complaining too much, but it's very bizarre to have my hindbrain sorting out everything before it ever gets to the conscious brain.