Because I have a couple of half-written lengthy draft entries that I don’t have the energy to finish before I collapse into bed for the night, I’ll share some (admittedly work-based) links with you instead.
Typekit
Typekit can be summarised as font replacement through javascript, which in turn can be summarised as “magic happens”. I’ve not played around with this as much as I’d hoped, but if you read this on the site (as opposed to the RSS feed), you’ll notice I’m using it for entry titles (and all other h3 elements, too). Disturbingly easy to implement, this is something I’d genuinely pay for if the choice of fonts improves.
Brizzly
Managing more than one Twitter account? Brizzly is the best solution I’ve found, making it suitably difficult to announce your personal secrets to your work account. Now includes Facebook integration and has seemingly managed to get over a bizarre bug where it finds search results over and over and over again, announcing them as new every time. This wouldn’t be so annoying had I not posted the tweets that triggered the search finding in the first place… (Still invite only, I think. Leave a comment or send a message to @whoopdedoo on Twitter if you want one).
Mobile website development
Without giving anything whatsoever away about what I’m currently looking into for work purposes:
I can’t find my reset button. Maybe I have a key combination instead? Some particular button order that will get me into diagnostic mode?
Your batteries are flat. Please recharge and return to normal.
Do you know where my charger is?
I know a bit about fatigue, but it’s not making this time any easier. I’m trying not to beat myself up, trying to reassure myself that it took me five weeks of virus to get this run down and tired, so it’s bound to take more than a couple of days and a quick nap before I’m back to where I was. But the level of frustration is high — I have so much work to catch up on. Doctors don’t write you a note if you’re ill and self employed. Instead they say, “well that’s good then,” like your clients and letting agency won’t mind if you just take to your bed for a few weeks, submit no work and pay no rent. Self-employment: it’s easy!
For now, I’ll make do with celebrations of little steps (like getting through two-and-a-half to do list items!) before climbing into bed and hoping for tomorrow.
It was on this day, a whole 30 years ago, that my big sister was born. When I was little I always had a sneaking suspicion that Rachel being born at 4.11pm was just part of the world’s biggest suck-up trick (my Dad’s birthday being the 4th, and my Mum’s the 11th. Oh, what a handy coincidence for someone looking to seal their fate as Favourite Daughter!), but then I also also, variously, believed that Rachel was adopted, I was adopted, and Um Bongo had poison in it. One Christmas, my only present request was for a burst balloon, so you can make your own mind up about the way my mind worked as a child.
I’d claim Rachel got all the good genes, but she is both older and shorter than me, so HAH! When we die, we should probably be buried next to each other and have separate gravestones with, “which gravestone’s tallest?” engraved on them, although that would be mostly pointless because Rachel’s will be standing on tippytoes and our skeletons would do nothing but fight. She got all of the attractive, healthy and sociable genes, but was also lumbered with a hard time when we were growing up because I got the mental arithmetic gene. And look where that one got me, eh, every teacher I’ve ever had? If I went back in time my advice to little me would be to go for attractive, healthy and sociable too: it turns out that nobody ever really needs their seven times table (you can even get a degree without doing any maths past the age of 13) and soon they will invent this thing called Word which will correct all of your spelling anyway.
Happy birthday, Rachel.
I’d write more, but I have to go and burn my bra on Twitter or something instead.
Last night all of Italy decided to spam the server, resulting in a quite stressed Al and a very disappointed Fripper who had to make do with my company as he ran around. And me? I am BORING. I never do anything interesting like build things or take things apart on the floor. We made do by playing “Sarah tries to take a photo of the hamster in his ball while the hamster tries to run into the camera” but it turns out to be not as interesting a game as you’d imagine and he was off after a few blurry shots.
Two things about email:
1. Types of emails I don’t like:
2. A list of names taken from my Spam folder in a fruitless search for Nanowrimo character names:
Louvenia Cardera
Margarito Cai
Laureen Backbone
Charmain Berdy
Marcone Omar
Hufstedler Wayne
Adena Sweatmon
Sweetland Bulah
Hanna Haddaway
Alpha Votoda
Blanch Stoetzel
Vernita Treichler
Voccia Simonne
Iluminada Hesford
Jimmie Amorosi
Desper Debera
Mercedes Dressman
Flansburg Jone
Maizes Bobby
Romeo Vanvranken
Austin Sweezy
Kurt Letcher
Evan Bustillo
Kailiponi Clyde
Steep Kurtis
Dina Shopp
Shona Galleno
Coralie Zippe
Bong Zakar
Assunta Wedgeworth
Charlotte Poffenroth
Eyre Edgar
Garland Mamros
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