long live P!nk

monsoon-style swimming turns me on. there's nothing like the weight of droplets from the stars and the sound they make when they reach surfaces. My true Aussie comes out. And I go swimming.  Wherever I can.        

It just happens that I live in a building with an open pool. And when it rains (its been sunny summer sun-baking-weather all weekend), everyone runs like they're gunna get gunned down.

Thats when I slip in :-)

subject trouble? I agree. The only link to these words and their title is that I'm listening to her (P!nk's)  fine chops right now.......

incongruous is how I roll....;-)000)
                 

lame? dysfunctional? too many ideas? use a Carousel!

INT. MEETING ROOM

“I’m very important!

I need to be on the homepage!”

“I’m also very important!

I need to be on the homepage too!”

“I’m very very important, I need to be on the homepage three!”

“Let’s make a carousel!

Everybody wins!”

THE GROUP HIGH FIVES AND CELEBRATES OVER A BLOOMIN’ ONION AT OUTBACK STEAKHOUSE.END SCENE

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I love this. I came upon it via Diane at Mullen via http://shouldiuseacarousel.com/

keep attacking those arrow buttons! dont give up!!

week 4? really? already?

i can't tell you the rush you get when you drive past a billboard, showing a design you have been working on a lot, that was just client-approved and signed off on.

I love what I do. And what, with others, we make.

join me

things flash through my mind's eye, sometimes when I prefer not...

But there they come, alas. But don't we all, flash?

when is the last time you had a look at what you get distracted by, things you think are a waste of time, and actually treat these things like they have a due date? things that make you not tired when you could drop from exhaustion. things that challenge you, in all sorts of ways. things that you long to be a part of, or be separated from...

its been a long day, and a long night. and its only 9pm.

and all of it can be wrapped up in the above sentiment.

join me!

long live the flash!

2nd day at Mullen

Wow. This place is amazing.



Arriving at Mullen in the morning feels like I and everyone else here has just finished work. And this is what we all do for fun afterwards....

day two here goes!

little script to add Spotlight comments to selected files/folders

Below is a applescript to automate Spotlight commenting, for selected files and folders.

Spotlight comments are way underused, I recon. I use them kinda like a Version Control Management technique, in a way.

Makes life easier (at least for me) to find stuff without doing smarty pants folders....

(* 

Simple script allowing Spotlight commenting for selected files and folders.

created by griffin byron for puginabox.com *)

tell application "Finder"

activate

try

set thisFolder to (target of front Finder window) as alias

on error

choose folder with prompt "Set comments of files in this folder:"

set thisFolder to result

end try

display dialog "Comment:" default answer "" with title "Set Spotlight Comments"

set newComment to text returned of result

get every file of folder thisFolder

repeat with thisFile in result

tell thisFile

if length of (comment as text) is not 0 then

get ", " & newComment

else

get newComment

end if

set comment to (comment & result)

end tell

end repeat

beep

end tell

past lives, past memories

I forgot what a hippy I used to be. Not that I really like much about the hippy thingy.

Nowadays, The Hippys are portrayed (I have done extensive surveys) as lazy creatures who believed that we were all ants in the same vast colony who should co-exist and breathe the same air and walk the same walk. Of course, the word hippy means very different things to different people.

And forgive me if I misconstrue.  I mean, I wasn't there. So I can only follow my instincts by google's guided, gilded research....... yuh....

until they burnt themselves out...

I wish I had my old photos of when I had my curly hair real long, had none of the unstructured lines under my eyes, where I was frolicking with my chickens (they are infinitely more funny than any one of us could ever be) and lived predominantly from my own produce. But you need land for that. And in big cities, and the financial requirements that goes with it, that is not a viable possibility.

<!---   aside  --->

I always remember a friend's father telling me over a couple of beers that gas, or petrol, or crude oil pollution has nothing on the ozone layer, because, there are volcanoes that go off every minute that far surpass anything that is expelled by a gammet of cars. That allowed me to feel better about the stuff people were telling me.

But words are, truly, wind.

So how did I digress from hippy hood? Well?

its pointless to resist.

Dr Who did that, and look how that series turned out!?!