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Wednesday, January 29, 2003
I am Rosie the
L33T H@x0r.
Mish says this is not enough content for a post, so I need
to write some more. She also criticised me for driving content
to my site.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Monday, January 27, 2003
Sunday, January 26, 2003
From what I understand..Equinox ended up being 611 geeks, 60 of
them women plus crew. I didn't go today - I'm just too sick -
but the Team is home and they are exhausted and happy. Minor mishaps
with bits and pieces going missing, [our team didn't lose anything]
and in one case, a guy lost his whole computer to one opportunist
- but all and all I think that the first Equinox was a raving
success. From the ease of registration to the military precision
of the exit, the 54 hours was just wonderful. I know I'm in again
for next year if they decide to make it an annual event.
I lay on Greg's couch (well MY old couch) and made him rub
my head (part of the divorce agreement) while I watched Roman
Holiday [Audrey Hepburn/Gregory Peck] today. I just loved seeing
Rome again. I would go back there tomorrow if I could. They
wandered around the town and I saw everything the way its always
looked. It was the perfect comfort movie for me showing me scenes
of that wonderful city.
Saturday, January 25, 2003
oh man my brain is clothwrapped and my throat is raw and my nose
is blocked. blech. I forgot how horrible having a cold is. I have
a list of items that are needed by the team so am gathering (100s
of blank cds and bedding and food - seems they've hit the motherload
of Futurama episodes or something) and will deliver soon. I just
hate being on a computer that has no net access - I don't see
the point actually - but thats the only drawback of the LAN. They
have an Intranet working and mIRC set up locally so they all feel
at home seeing as most of these geeks chat with each other anyways
they're all happy as pigs in stuff pigs like to be in.
I've been taking pictures and will take more. Watch out for
them online [my] Monday when I have the PC home and the modem
connected and again attached to the comfort of the World Wide
Web.
I tell you.. if a bomb was dropped on the North Shore Stadium
right now the future of IT in New Zealand would be halted and
take 15 years to recover.. Our knowledge wave would come to
a crashing halt.
And I'll tell you something else, I think I'm the only one
there who is referred to as "ma'am"
Friday, January 24, 2003
This is where
I am
there isn't any net access so I've wandered off to find an
Internet Cafe to let you all know I'm a) not at work and b)
have the flu and c) had coffee with rosie and tim and d)having
a freaking BALL.
699 foaming geek gamers and me! it rocks. it ROCKS. all the
curtains are closed and its like when you were a kid and watching
cricket on tv during a hot saturday with the curtains drawn.
Except its not a lounge its a LAN. Rows upon rows of computers.
Screens aren't showing cricket but images and lights and lasers.
There isn't the voice of a commentator there is a DJ spinning
whatever it is DJs spin. Everyone is connected to the network
- file sharing, game playing, in clans and teams and having
a great time.
Our Team is called PANTS and we have caffine drinks and donuts.
Four members and two cars full of computer equipment later and
we've been waiting for this day for months.
oops someone said Sheepys and Beer and Now all in one sentence
so i'm off. blog more later.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
ARIES (March 21-April 19): In one of your past lives you may have
been a peasant who worked as a scullery maid at a rural castle
and never traveled more than five miles from home your whole life.
Or perhaps you were the sickly bastard child of a nun and monk,
confined to bed and taught by private tutors in a remote section
of the monastery. Scenarios like that would explain why you now
have the privilege of being a proud, free, strong-willed, and
adventurous Aries. You must have paid your karmic debt last time
around! Get ready to really capitalize on the old days in the
next few weeks. I believe you're about to harvest a blessing that
you earned during your difficult past.
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Monday, January 20, 2003
The sun was orange from the smoke carried across the Tasman Sea
from the Canberra bush fires.
Saturday, January 18, 2003
(when asked how work was going) umop says to .michelle:
SELECT * FROM management WHERE clue > 0
No Rows Returned
Friday, January 17, 2003
Meandar~ says to .michelle: I have been greatly embarrassed sometimes
by mistaking innocent items such as frisbees,
golf carts, fences and vending machines for bare human bottoms.
It's nice to get back in touch with reality
HOW A SUCCESSFUL GRAPHIC DESIGNER SPENDS HER DAY
Well I wouldn't know. Sitting here with my beer having eaten
the last of the dip out of the bowl with my fingers, I feel
more like the most disappointing excuse for a Graphic Designer
in the history of the subject. Nevermind I'm not *really* one..
but then that's an excuse, isn't it? Excuses. I can give you
an excuse for just about anything you need. You don't have to
go for a run this morning, its raining - well it's not raining
but it might soon - or its too warm - or the traffic's kinda
heavy - or its light, don't want to be running in isolated areas,
not safe being a woman these days; any days, really, oh? you're
not a woman? well don't go cos you run like a girl - stay home,
you need to eat breakfast, you can't eat and run. Did
I just sit in a meeting and rattle off excuses? I think I did.
How noble, Michelle. I am disappointed in my self for failing
to attain the goal I set for myself at the beginning of the
week and no, gaining all the others does not make missing this
one palatable.
Disappointing Marshall was. Well. It was. It is. Disappointing
anyone sucks, disappointing someone you want to impress is just
the pits. Designing the tone and look of a website or any interface
for that matter, is never an easy task. Ever. Not if you want
it to to be good, and functional. Designing your own site is
one of the hardest tasks (am i making excuses again?) and pleasing
your peers - those people you respect and even those you don't
but work with anyway - is quite daunting (yep, there's definately
and excuse in there somewhere).
I didn't do it to mine let alone anyone elses satisfaction
in fact, even the direction I was/am going is a disappointment.
Mostly, I don't know where I'm going. That, is probably all
of the problem right there in a nutshell. I have no freaking
clue as to what this thing needs to look like to be the best
it can be. The worst thing is, instinctively I know what it
needs to be, just not what it is so I know when its not right.
And its not right. Picking a path finding a plan thats the key.
Must find the key. The reason. The point.
I am finding myself fantasising about working for a petrol
station. Wearing the corporate colours and filling people's
tanks with gas, checking their oil, being cheerful. Clocking
on at 7am clocking off at 7pm, being paid $12/hr and having
a finite set of duties. It wouldn't matter if the other people
who worked there didn't pull their weight, I'd just do what
I had to do and not have to worry that they were not doing theirs
cos my functionality wouldn't depend, or reflect, or be determined
by them. I mean, you can only fill this car's tank right now,
right?
I have no idea what I'm talking about..yes I do, its just that
you don't - I couldn't express myself clearly out of a wet paper
bag if How to Express Yourself Clearly Out of a Wet Paper Bag
for Dummies was on the inside. Just as I have no idea what I
do for a living. I only know that the direction this company
[theoretically] wants to go is completely aligned to my personal
philosophies and to those people I admire and respect. The only
other thing I know is that if actions speak louder than words,
there are only three of us who feel the same. Maybe four. And
the rest are drag.
Speaking of yachting, i heard something about a giant squid:
Giant
squid terror for yacht race 17.01.2003 8.21 am
Jules Verne would have been delighted. Not only is the
trophy for the fastest round-the-world yacht trip named
after him, but one of the competing boats was grappled
this week by a giant squid.
The trimaran Geronimo, skippered by the former holder
of the Jules Verne Trophy, Olivier de Kersauson, was seized
by a squid just like the submarine Nautilus in Verne's
novel Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea.
After the boat slowed mysteriously near Gibraltar, chief
mate Didier Ragot found a 10m squid clinging to the hull.
"It was an impressive sight," he said. "Its tentacles
were as thick as my arm, with my oilskins on."
After the trimaran was slowed the squid let go and returned
to the depths. |
ARIES
(March 21-April 19): It's show and tell time, Aries. Are you ready
to reveal the semi-beautiful truths you've been holding back? Your
knees may knock and your palms may sweat up until the moment you
hit the spotlight. But I bet a magical calm will settle over you
then, and suddenly you'll be flowing freely, showing off as you
haven't since maybe the school play in third grade. Unless of course
you're not sincere about what you're trying to do, in which case
you'll faint and embarrass your descendants for five generations.
Looking out the windows last night, I see it's getting darker a
wee bit earlier. I forget. Somepeople know these things "oh what
time did the sun set this evening, George?" "ah it set at 8:37pm,
Henry, 2 minutes earlier than last night" see? I don't know. I sit
down, it's daytime - I look up, it's dark. Yesterday I managed to
park at Beaumont Street - it's so much cheaper there at $5 compared
to $12 per day two blocks away. But it's a wee bit creepy walking
the 25 minute walk to Beaumont Street when it's dark past all the
Victoria Park Oaks, which, during the day are just scrumptious especially
in the mornings when the early light is filtering through them,
just screaming for a panaramic shot and although I have taken my
camera and taken a picture it was on a blonde day when there was
no film in the camera. So, hurridly leaving work last night
and walking past the bustle of voices and cutlery that is R'ce,
over the intersection of Nelson and past the construction site where
the floor collapsed a few weeks ago, I walked to my car.
The sound of the drone started not long after the construction site.
A long far off familiar unusual sound for the inner city. I knew
it but couldn't place it until I drew closer to the Park I realised
I could hear bagpipes. Strange though because they sounded like
a tune but then they didn't and then it seemed they repeated or
echoed phrases. Odd. I kept walking and in the dusk I could make
out a figure under the trees, and he was playing the bagpipes. It
made me smile, but the sound was still odd. I noticed out in the
field in the Park was another man playing bagpipes. And another,
in the carpark. The sound growing as I neared. A fourth man was
under another tree. A fifth to the right of him. Five men playing
the same tune at different times all apart from each other on bagpipes.
Now there's something I've never seen before. It made me smile -
I liked that a lot.
...things that made me happy today...
I love working with Rosie.
She's so passionate about what she does and rants so perfectly with
all her emotions on her sleeve. She is professional and capable
and a endlessly patient. She reminds me of Rachelle - but for the
endlessly patient part. The last few days have been frustrating
for me, but they have been so for far longer for Rosie. Clients
who make seemingly minor changes, with impatience for their wishes
to be implemented (saying it does not 'make it so'). The word "just"
in any sentence makes us cringe. "just change the background
colour" "just add a screen" "just pull another animated
gif out of your arse".
I think, the most stress in anything is caused by the perceived
lack of support. Going to your superiors for help and finding the
shoring up is shoddy. The minute the strong Hand of the Law appears
with clarity of thought and decisiveness of nature and everything
is fine again. So called managers who leave you [to quote chris]
"bare assed over a barrel being rogered by the client" with no *real*
authority to do anything but suggest they use more lubricant - please
- 'cause that lost and hopeless feeling to push a poor multimedia
person wearing far too many hats into the abyss of misery.
It's a perfectly good guestbook..(click the link under the menu
items) why don't you use it sometime? tell me how much you love
me or tell me how much you hate me or tell me where my car keys
are - just tell me something.
I'll be back later.
I love Freya, she loves me, she gave me the funniest link:
You go to the jamjar and try to spend it. If the jamjar is empty,
you might go to another jamjar. But if *all* the jamjars are empty,
that's it. 
The Day the Earth Stood Still (It's all about me)
- Michelle is evidently a "glutton for punishment"
- Michelle is a little embarrassed about telling people why
she first considered coming to Colgate University.
- "Do you know who Michelle Park is?" he inquired. "Man, I don't
fucking know who Michelle Park is, what the hell are you asking
me for?"
- The camp, which will take place at Michelle Park, is open
to players of all ages and abilities and will run from Monday
through Friday.
- Michelle Park is a junior at Parkland High School, where she
is an honors student.
- Starting Your Order with Michelle is Easy at My Personal Artist
- Michelle is sitting with her back to the dressing room wall.
- MiCheLLe is SEXXXY
- michelle is still going out wif vin?
- Working with Michelle is like having another “me” to run with
the ball when there just isn’t enough of “me” to go around.
- Michelle is a highly underrated comic actress.
- Michelle is ready for the surgery.
- Michelle is running away.
- Michelle is dazed and confused.
- Michelle is a "sweet little girl" who likes to ride bikes,
jump on the trampoline and go to movies.
- michelle is a pushover.
- Michelle is a writer, has been for many years.
- Michelle is so many things she is so talented and always knows
where she is going and follows her heart.
- As far as I'm concerned, Michelle is already a legend.
- The key difference between Tiger Woods and Michelle is that
Michelle is a girl and Tiger is a boy.
- Michelle is a Graphic Artist who likes bands like Scratch
Acid, Bauhaus Jesus, Bikinikill, and of course, Billie Holliday.
- Michelle is from New Mexico and likes to collect bottles.
- Michelle is a mid-infared (8-25 micron) imager and spectrometer
for shared use between Gemini and UKIRT.
- Michelle is on her way back to Crystal City to donate a kidney
to the father she never really knew.
- Michelle is gaining strength and becoming more dangerous.
- Michelle is 12 years old.
- "Michelle is really helping us modernize the Bond films."
- Michelle is none too happy.
- Michelle is the 2002 CosmoGirl of the Year!
- Michelle, is 16 years.
- Currently, Michelle is sustaining electrical engineering designs
for the International Space Station .
- Michelle is a miracle worker.
- Michelle is just 21 years of age really, but she looks younger
due to her petite figure and youthful complexion.
- Michelle is flourishing creatively, while making a name for
herself from coast to coast.
- Michelle is too normal.
- Michelle is not responsible for any stolen, lost and/or damaged
orders due to the selected carrier.
- michelle is human!
- Michelle is the usual assortment of potato chips/crisps and
drinks.
- Michelle is going to Wring my Neck.
Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.
-- Benjamin Franklin
Michelle: Is it just me or, is there something incredibly satisfying
about making these dropdown menus?
Rosie: well it's cos they work, and that's really cool!
Michelle: you know, they're actually better than a rollover. Even
a really *good* rollover.
Rosie: Even if you were rolling over Legolas?
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