10-30-02 @ 1:30 pm EST

Part 95 is being such a bitch! It's due on Friday morning and I have yet to finish it. *sigh* I managed to get it up from about 9kb to 16, but I'm still struggling. Well, after this part, things might start rushing along according to the plot outline; who knows for sure.

Updated all the picture pages on my sunset site, but not the main page yet. And I really need to add a contact to it. I registered http://www.powow.com/radioactive/ for the Radioactive Playground, but they have no stats and I've never even heard of them so I'm not sure how reliable they may be nor if I want to use them. I'm going to keep asking for a bit first. HELP!

And I have to determine a color scheme for the site, too. All my other sites have color schemes--blue-purple for Manitou Island, dusty rose for the Per, dark teal/green-blue for the D4D_A, brown and gold for the Sunsets--so what should I do for the Mackinac Tour?

Oh, I'm thinking of also putting up my other Michigan pics for that site. May as well!

Just spent some time looking up info on the Cajuns in the hopes of better understanding my character Auguste Jourard. I like him, but he doesn't pop up often in my writing, at least not around here. (He's in the writing in my head. Where everybody else hangs out all the time. Seriously!)

I think that "crawdads" is a funny word! Crawdads! Ha!

Our maple tree is just about bare. It was full of leaves yesterday. :(

Printing out my journal is giving me problems again, *le sigh.* We had to refill the cartridge and AGAIN it's acting up. This kind of cartridge must be incompatible with refills, stupid cheap-ass thing. It's always clogging up. I was printing along pretty much okay but for some crooked lines--no amount of aligning the cartridge was helping!--when the printer, and then Wordpad, pulled fatal errors on me and I had to restart the computer from scratch. Well, that took but a few minutes, and by the time I got back online and back to that journal entry...the cartridge had fully clogged up and would no longer print! How the hell did it do that? I had left it unprinting for hours previously without any trouble and after a few MINUTES idle it clogs irreparably? STUPID THING! I KNEW this printer was a ripoff when Ma first got it. It prints really well, but the ink...that's where they'll kick you in the wallet.

So I had to hold off on the last three months of my journal, tell Dad to pick up a ream of paper at work (that way we get it free!) and tell Ma to get a new damn cartridge that costs about $30.

Yep, you heard me right. THIRTY DOLLARS.

At least it printed a lot more than I thought it would...my journal printed out is so GARGANTUAN! It's taking up over a ream of paper itself, it looks like! I remember when I first came online and printed out a crapload of stuff on Egyptian mythology and the Romany thinking I'd never be able to get back online again, and this is about as long as that stuff! GAW!

I never have gotten around to reading all that info on the Romany... :/

I had, the other night, what seemed to me to be a meaningful dream (say that ten times fast) about a moderator here named "Michibou." I use the spelling I prefer; it may actually have been spelled "Michabo," and probably was, but I prefer "Michibou." "Michibou," as you may or may not recall as a reader of my journal, is the name of the Algonquin rabbit creator god--the Great Rabbit, the same as Manabozho. Mackinac Island was his dwelling place. In my dream there was a moderator here by that name, and I was very excited on learning this. I wanted to contact them...I feel it was a her, or they were gender ambiguous. It didn't matter. I just wanted to get in touch. I felt I could learn things from this person. Well, I discovered, from looking at their port, that they had deleted all or most of their stuff long ago, and apparently hadn't been onsite in ages. :( I was so crushed. I remember peering into a jug of water...you know those translucent jugs for holding water for storage? Squarish things? I looked into one and saw blue water swirling within (blue=moderator), and looked for things floating in it, but I'm not sure if I saw any; this represented the empty, abandoned state of the mod's portfolio. But then I thought to myself, I wrote to that other user who hadn't updated their items in quite a while, and they responded promptly. What if Michibou is still around somewhere, just waiting for me to contact them? And that lifted my spirits. Straightaway I decided to contact Michibou.

Now this dream may seem completely inane to you, but to me it left me with some kind of feeling. Like it meant something. I would not be here typing it up when I should have gone to bed a half hour ago, otherwise.

And last night I fell asleep during the second half of the second episode of Cold Case Files, so I had a rather interesting dream concerning two old men traveling Europe in search of Roman Polanski, a giant bloody stain on a city street which passersby ignored and which I washed off with a hose, me walking along a steep dirt path with wobbling wooden fort walls, Sharon Tate, me eating something (I think), a spastic hamster or rat that I had to feed, and who knows what else, by now...DAMN! I know there was more to it that I can't recall anymore! *SIGH* Well, needless to say, it was all quite strange.

And I really have to go to bed now. More luck hopefully on Part 95 later...tar.