started out with a sense of purpose. just one more site skin, and integrating the freerange links into the main link page. (yes, these were my plans for a sunny sunday afternoonon. happy plans.)
sparing you the technical crap i was facing, i’ll just say the task was pleasantly complex without being overly so. and it was such a rare state of mind for me, mid-day, wide awake, not late at night with a can of foster’s focus medicine™, which comes with its own set of challenges as the night wears on but i’m digressing.
the child is, for all intents and purposes, an only child. and he … how shall i put this delicately? he doesn’t have to have someone to talk to, to never shut up. and this is not conversation. it’s playing, it’s …
it’s like loud bouncing and fierce imaginary spiderman play, involving several happy meal toys, folllowed by a britney spears/ac-dc medley, that went a little like this:
(sings) oops i did it again
(mutters) so annoying
(sings) oops i did it again
(mutters) so annoying
(repeat a few more times, then)
(sings) duhty deets duh duh duh dun dir che – ooh!
(sings) duhty deets duh duh duh dun dir che – ooh!
(repeat)
and i felt all my focus and purpose draining and fading away, and suddenly everything on the screen before me seemed beyond me. first i… no, before that, no, wait, i have to …
never mind. ok, and i can hear at least a couple of you thinking ‘pay more attention to the child’. trust me, he gets lots. we spend oodles and oodles of time together, communicating and sharing things. but there are no neighborhood kids around here, no school friends yet to make play dates with, and mommies just aren’t that interesting after awhile, and so he amuses himself. and part of the amusement is annoying the mommy.
and now that i’ve lost focus and gotten off his computer (the old ftp client and code editor is still so much easier, and i was all about the efficiency today), and he’s gone happily back to his playstation learning game, well, i feel a bit adrift. i will spend some quality time with two newspapers and a couch, and see if the focus comes back somehow. and somehow, i doubt it will.
Sounds like what Natty goes through with MB. Jr. Actually
Poor KD. May the focus be with you…
well, i may not be able to make a new skin today, but having just sat back with the kiddo, watching zim, i’m inspired to make the right hand image a rotating series of different zim characters.
a simple enough task, entirely focus-optional.
i’m so fond of this new zim skin. so VERY fond.
three rotating zim-ages.
must! have! more!
While you’re reading newspapers, try to read this article from your neighbors up North. Given the recent discussion at Surreally’s main page, it should give one further pause.
*goes off to read the article*
Hmmm…. I was attending a California State University in those days (not the same as a UC) and none of that surprises me. We had FBI and others on even our cowtown campus during those times…
Focus and purpose and kids…
Just a bit of word play, but I do note that when my muse is in attendance it is most often late at night when the distractions of those random noise generators I call kidlets is quieted for the day.
Most amusing they are; most a-musing they are…
it’s a truly disturbing article. horrifying even.
heh. the time from dan’s last comment to mine, included me trying and failing to form words about reading that article, and settling for what i did say.
hence the apparent shift in focus.
Yeah, and it’s one of six articles or so (an entire special section from the Chronicle today). Is it any wonder there’s some concern about broadening powers for those guys?
and there were even folks (in other comment thread) concerned that the FBI hasn’t had *enough* power. umm… the propaganda’s working a little to well, methinks.
that is the scariest part, really.