Work, CSS, red red white red, face

1. Ha ha. I guess I should have screened comments on that last entry. That set my record for number of off-LJ responses. Well, nice to hear from you all, anyway.



2. I really love CSS. I took -- well, sort of took -- a class today on HTML, Javascript and CSS. I say sort of because I was taking it to learn how to teach it, rather than taking it to learn the material. And it reminded me of the deliciousness.



3. Speaking of love... red red white red! Last Sunday was my 13th anniversary with heisenbug. On Saturday I was doing that thing where I spend my weekends panicking about work, and I forced myself to stop it at least for Sunday, at least for that. Just as well... I was hitting that point of fury (with Zillian or with myself) from which backing off is the only real option. I'm not sure when the last day was that I didn't do any work at all.



4. I floated the idea of going to this year's Acrotastic Extravaganza in front of a couple of qualified bases last weekend. I'd consider going, but I'm not going without a dedicated base, not after how alone I felt last year. I should really be more forward with a couple of enthusiastic and large guys who've shown up lately -- I do too much diligently working with new people in classes, then feeling hollow inside when I hear about other people teaming up to work on the fun stuff outside of class. I'm still one of the best flyers in Boston, but kind of plateaued on partner work, and so it will remain unless I make things change.



5. Work alternated this week between depressing and panic-inspiring. Do not want. It's frustrating how when the end of s long slog gets near, I always want to buckle down and finish it, so that it will be done. Other people want to wander off and work on the new shiny. I don't mind a period of rapid prototyping, but I wish we could have finished the slog first.



6. I got facial #4 this week and the aesthetician seemed pleased with me. And I was pleased too. I was thinking afterward how it's odd to have somewhat outsourced my face: hello, hello, see me smile through the handiwork of Beatrice the Exfoliator, with help from Saint Katrinka of the Church of Botox! I'm not complaining, though. As I hit my mid-30s, it's hardly a bad idea to take better care of things.