Today's Mish Mash

I started a new afghan over the weekend. Last night I decided that my original design wasn't going to cut it. So I ripped it all out and started again. I used to have a friend - Jim - who's hobby was woodcraft. He used to get so frustrated with my knitting. He said that when he made a mistake, he could not rip it out and start over - his wood was cut. He said it just wasn't fair.

But out of that we got a nice little saying. When you are at a point where going back is not an option and you need to make the best out of the decisions you've made, we say 'my wood is cut on this one.'

Work is frustrating but I'm just kind of burned out on complaining about it. My wood is cut and I need to make the best out of what is here. Or move along.

Am I being overly pissy when I get annoyed at Ebay sellers who send me notes like "Thanks for your payment. I've given you positive feedback and ask that you do the same for me"? First of all, while it's nice to know he got the money, I haven't seen the goods yet. But, asking me to give him positive feedback just takes the satisfaction right out of me. It's kind of like saying 'I'm pretty sure you are a thoughtless idiot so that's why I'm telling you to be sure and reward me.'

I need a technical executor. If I dropped dead tomorrow or this afternoon, my website would wallow until the hosting bill came due next November. The photos on it and in my LJ would get deleted next quarter when that bill didn't get paid. And no one at LJ would ever know anything about why I stopped posting.

If I drop dead at work, the office manager knows to call Sherry and Lee. They know to call Mom. If I drop dead at home Sherry and Lee know who to call at work. My sister - who inherits everything - will know intuitively immediately because she thinks she's going to get millions and can not wait to get her grubby paws on every penny and everything.

But my online friends will be in the dark totally. I need someone to gracefully close down my website and maybe print out a hard copy for Mom and go through my address book and email and make sure that all my electronic friends know that I'm gone and that I cared enough to make sure they heard about it graciously.

So far I got no candidates so if you see no more entries from me, please know that I did think about but just never found a solution.

Today's Mish Mash

I started a new afghan over the weekend. Last night I decided that my original design wasn't going to cut it. So I ripped it all out and started again. I used to have a friend - Jim - who's hobby was woodcraft. He used to get so frustrated with my knitting. He said that when he made a mistake, he could not rip it out and start over - his wood was cut. He said it just wasn't fair.

But out of that we got a nice little saying. When you are at a point where going back is not an option and you need to make the best out of the decisions you've made, we say 'my wood is cut on this one.'

Work is frustrating but I'm just kind of burned out on complaining about it. My wood is cut and I need to make the best out of what is here. Or move along.

Am I being overly pissy when I get annoyed at Ebay sellers who send me notes like "Thanks for your payment. I've given you positive feedback and ask that you do the same for me"? First of all, while it's nice to know he got the money, I haven't seen the goods yet. But, asking me to give him positive feedback just takes the satisfaction right out of me. It's kind of like saying 'I'm pretty sure you are a thoughtless idiot so that's why I'm telling you to be sure and reward me.'

I need a technical executor. If I dropped dead tomorrow or this afternoon, my website would wallow until the hosting bill came due next November. The photos on it and in my LJ would get deleted next quarter when that bill didn't get paid. And no one at LJ would ever know anything about why I stopped posting.

If I drop dead at work, the office manager knows to call Sherry and Lee. They know to call Mom. If I drop dead at home Sherry and Lee know who to call at work. My sister - who inherits everything - will know intuitively immediately because she thinks she's going to get millions and can not wait to get her grubby paws on every penny and everything.

But my online friends will be in the dark totally. I need someone to gracefully close down my website and maybe print out a hard copy for Mom and go through my address book and email and make sure that all my electronic friends know that I'm gone and that I cared enough to make sure they heard about it graciously.

So far I got no candidates so if you see no more entries from me, please know that I did think about but just never found a solution.