Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudits of the throng, but in ourselves, are triumph and defeat.--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
REDIRECT ALERT! (Scroll down past this mess if you're trying to read an archived post. Thanks. No, really, thanks.)
Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.
This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Two full hours without a break, yet it went by like that [visualize me snapping my fingers]. That's the funny thing about doing creative stuff, whether it's writing or singing or painting or drawing--you get lost in it and time disappears. You wake up like Rip Van Winkle and you can't figure out where anything is or where your pants are. (Not really. They were right there on the table where I left them. Well, okay, that's a lie, too.)
Anyway, it was a big muckety-muck deal with moving some fast-food locations to another half-block parcel, with three different owners (including a public entity), but after lots of ink and tracing paper, it's worked out. Somewhat. And it was fun, believe it or not. I don't get to do a whole lot of creative stuff anymore in this job--lots of regulatory stuff and paperwork, but none of the fun stuff.
And luckily the fajitas didn't kick in--that's another thing about doing fun stuff is the stress level is much lower. Anyway, it's nearly time to go, so I'll see you all tomorrow.
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