Because it was a busy day at the keyboard.
Writing notes:
No morning fish. Weird mix of music. And an idea, a self-made challenge, spurred by weird Brit Lit. Post-modern, very much in the same vein as Douglas Adams, or so I’m assured. I snagged an idea – might have been prompted by Torpedo Juice, as well. The first line of the horoscope has to match the last line of the preceding scope. I was back to reading Robert Rankin’s Knees Up Mother Earth, and I decided lift a stylistic option from his canon. And work in some really, applied astrology as well. Bit of fun. Fair puts the wind up you, though.
Apple notes:
Shuffle iPod exposed.
Co-locate your Mini-Mac? (Server side?)
Unrelated idea:
How about “self-loathing Friday”? It was theme I picked up someplace on the web, and I wondered if it would work for a Friday theme song. I’ve got Manic Monday, Two-Meat Tuesday, Weird Wednesday, Three-Meat Thursday, and then, “Self-Loathing Friday”?
I’ll work on it. Needs some kind of an adjustment.
Marketing:
Damn, I’ve got to write a short ad.
“South Austin-based astrologer, quirky, wryly amusing, seeks clients for phone, in-person, or email readings. See website for details. www.astrofish.net”
Unrelated web snark:
