So with that done, and going much faster then expected, I'm still suffering through MoveableType issues. I checked with my webhost and they said that they are not killing cgi scripts. So why I'm getting errors, and outright failures when post entries, is beyond me.
Oh, and I took pictures for a scrap book. A very strange scrapbook...
]]>Crazy, it posts, but the entry page doesn't refresh. When using Ecto, the error says network connection lost. Rebuilds totally fail, even with dropping down to 20 entries. I may have to make it less.
Anyone use something other then MT? Have any experience with heavy blogging? Maybe something like Word Press?
]]>So far I have fallen deeply in love with Robbie Williams greatest hits (import). The others will have to wait. Surprisingly, there were quite a few young children in N.C.'s. I find it surprising because where else would you find a bumper sticker that said "Fuck off you fucking fucker"? Not any place you see 10 year olds romping around.
From Old Navy:
I'm working on the Andromeda home site. I can't open it up to the outside world. Sorry. Damn Comcast. I will be able to share on the home network, meaning I won't have to add drive short cuts on Fuji Apple to listen to MP3's stored on the windoze box.
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I was also a few minutes late for work yesterday. Can you believe it was because I was reading software installation documentation? Gosh, I'm such a geek. I thought I could easily tackle the upgrade in just ten minutes. Not likely. It took me 90 minutes today, so I'm glad I didn't try to squeeze it into 10.
On the way home I stopped at the StuperMarket. I checked myself out through Self-checkout. I put in for 20 cash back and then forget to take it out of the machine. I remembered at 6:30a today. That's just the price I have to pay for checking myself out. And this just proves I should not be allowed to deal in cash. Plastic. That's the only payment form for me. I swear.
Friday I had some California rolls for dinner. I didn't want to eat heavy the night before my super KBing day. I should have. I hit a wall about 90 minutes into class. No energy, no pep. I really pushed myself to finish. I have to say, my upper back and shoulders are tore up, in a good way.
Funny thing heard during class:
"It must suck to have the job of a punching bag Ahh! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
I'm actually considering cutting my Saturdays down to just one class. I'm not sure a double is good for me.
And now to let you know, since you read all the way through this, I've upgraded my blog to MT ver 3.2. I didn't mess with Milen's or Jesse's. With close to 2000 entries, I'm the one having problems. So far, it looks like the upgrade hasn't helped.
Great.
]]>If you want to add me, and I'm not sure just how to do it, my name would be rebesprout. And it's wicked, and I do mean wicked, funny to hear Bruce/Fuji Apple say that name.
]]>Move MP3's to file server (you know, the super-size hard drive that's not doing a whole lot...). Then set up Amdromeda to serve the music through a web page. Probably just local, don't want just anyone trolling through my unusual music selections.
Get to it, Self!
Yeah, yeah. Saturday. OK? Like during KBing... no one should need the network at that hour of the morning.
]]>Tonight was actually a small class with just eight students. One new girl who couldn't figure out double kicks (you have to put your foot down in between kicks), and no ballerina girl (she was there last night).
And in case you didn't notice, and I'm sure you didn't, I put the current class schedule in the left column of the main page (if you came through codblogs.com, you need to hit main blog page in the right column to see the pastel version of the site).
I'm going to burrow into bed early tonight. I'm feeling the need for some extra sleep. First, tubbies with some obscene rap, heavy metal or rock music blaring. That's just the best!
(Oh, does anyone know how to burn a cd on a mac?)
]]>"Giant Fake Check Order Person"
I'm sure this is a high-skill job. I know that it will have it's own super category over at Monster.com. The jobs will be high paying, fast paced, and never dull.
I can't wait to add this skill to my resume. I'm going to be in big demand. Maybe I'll freelance!
]]>Draco has a big challenge ahead of him. He has to prove his fit of madness wasn't rabies, and he has to prove that he can be a 'good' dog to the neighbors.
While I think Diez would most likely go off and run with the coyotes, I think Draco knew he had stirred up a mess of trouble. Laying low for a few days was smart. It gave everyone, like the newspapers, a chance to calm down.
I've never met Draco, and I don't think I've met a dog of his breed, but I'm sure he's just as much of a couch potato as Diezel.
Deizel and myself wish Draco good luck in getting his spoiled puppy life back on track.
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I'm having a potassium issue. At least I think I am. I'm finding my left arm going weak, practically numb, suddenly. Of course, it would be most noticeable during KBing class. During the day the darn thing goes all tingly like I fell asleep on it, which I didn't.
So today I've had two bananas. I'm hoping this will improve whatever problem I'm having. Next step is cutting the limb off. Hmmm... that's not such a bad idea!
]]>I must squeal for a moment: a co-worker had some bathroom issues today. Each time I went into the little girls room, it smelled absolutely rank. I understand that bodily functions happen, and I know that sometimes they are uncontrollable, but please, PLEASE, leave the fan on if you've stunk up the place! We usually don't spray Lysol at work because another co-worker is sensitive to that kind of stuff, but today, today I had NO choice.
And that smell in the bathroom is not what was stuck in my nose. My nose was filled with moldy mildew. I'm hoping tomorrow everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING is smelling better.
Including me. Right now I'm very stinky. But a good kickboxing class will do that to a person. No wonder why there are no single guys there... the girls smell to bad to hit on.
]]>Of course, as each person that calls asks me "How are you?", I feel the need to tell the truth. As if telling people, even some total strangers, that I'm under the weather is a good excuse to my poor phone manners.
It's not that I have poor phone manners, I'm just not my usual chipper self.
]]>Strange? What's strange is that I figured out what the heck Teri was talking about. She says that the twist is done to bring power to your punches from the hips. Well, this is a misleading description. When I twisted with my hips she stopped me. The hips, it turns out, are the last thing to twist in a correctly done twist.
A correctly formed twist starts with the shoulders and continues down the trunk of the body, ending with the hips twisting the least. In fact, if you put your feet shoulder width apart, and bend your knees, the natural thing for your body to do is twist correctly.
Why am I telling you all this? Well since I started twisting like this, my back has been cracking! In the morning, before I ready for the day, I take a minute to twist. That crack in my back feels so good! And by stretching out my trunk muscles in the morning, in addition to class at night, I'm feeling much less stiff during the day.
What I really need now is an MP3 of Chubby Checker singing the twist song. That would be cool.
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