Horoscope

TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Hundreds of years ago, the Roman Catholic Church conjured up the concept of “Limbo.” It was supposedly a murky realm between heaven and hell that housed the souls of babies who died before they were baptized and righteous people who lived before the time of Christ. Later “limbo” also came to have a non-religious meaning, referring to the state of uncertainty experienced by a person who is waiting for a resolution or decision. Last November, the Church formally retired the concept of Limbo, declaring it to be an outmoded hypothesis that should be hereafter ignored. In the coming weeks, Taurus, you will have an excellent opportunity to escape your own personal version of limbo. It’s time to declare yourself a master of the torturous lessons you were called on to learn while stranded there.

Smatterings from my Friends’ Page

On Christmas, I was lucky enough to be included in the BigPop ritual. This was much appreciated, .

Why are these things still circulating?

People get verbose on New Year’s. I just got drunk. ;)

Substantive post coming soon. I promise.

Accomplished today:
– Got to class on time. This 9:10 AM stuff is going to kick my arse.
– Discovered that I am the auto-teacher’s-pet in McKinley’s ritual process class. This should not surprise me.
– Mailed out the textbooks that I sold on Amazon’s used site.
– Caught up to only 280 entries back in my Friends’ page. This is under a week, but my eyes are all weird now. Heh.

Twisty

So, I’ve finally got all of the preparatory steps completed to finish the homework for my CSS/Web Publishing class. Bring the 3.0 up to a 4.0, that’s the goal, people.

Macromedia Dreamweaver‘s trial edition is installed on the good old iBook (named Magnus, BTW). Word processor is waiting and ready. My own semester project, which I am supposed to reflect upon the creation of, is loaded in a Safari tab.

Aaaaaaand…. nothin’. I feel like there’s something I want to say, but it, like Neo, it’s waiting for something.

So, I’ve caught up on email. I’ve caught up on my daily webcomics. Still, nothing. So, I’m going to read a bit of friends’ page goodness, and then make the attempt on paper. Hard copy, ladies and gentlemen, is such an odd (yet wonderful) kick in the pants.