My Brain Hurts

Although I'm not working for the man anymore, I am still working at my computer, trying to write code for this website.

Last week, when I was buying fabric for the two commissions I have, I started talking to the owner of the fabric shop. One thing led to another, as it always does, especially when I'm one half of the converstion, and he offered to put my business cards out.
Which is all very well and good, but this is hardly the place to send nice Pinecrest Princesses looking for tallitsim for their princelings and princessettes. I need to create a new site, or at least a new look and feel for this site, and move some things around, or hide them or just jetison them completely.

All of which means that I need to redesign this site. In DreamWeaver. And MT. Using all sorts of crap that I never needed to know when I was working for the hospital.

I have spent the past week and a half buried in tech books, cruising how-to websites and forums, going back and forth with my pages. I add something, it doesn't work. I research and redo until I get the thing (whatever that thing is) to work, and then I move on to the next part. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

I am learning more than I ever did before and I knew that there was a problem when I walked into Borders looking for more references and the clerk in the computer section asked me if I needed help and I said "Well, I have a problem and I don't know if it's an IIS issue or a JavaScript problem so I'm looking for information." And she gave me a deer in the headlights look and I said "I know. Pathetic, itsn't it? I actually knew what I meant by that sentence."

I am the uber-geek. And I can't take my cards and sample to the fabric store until I get all of this sorted out and working right.

Ugh. I need a drink, a bath and a meal, and not necessarily in that order. I think a martini in the bathtub is on tonight's schedule. A martini the size of the tub is what I want, and what that previous statement sounded like I meant, but it really. No. Just a long, hot bath and a long, cold drink.

If you've read this far, then let me ask one last question:

Is it just me, or do you think that the judge should have requested a drug test today for Michael Jackson instead of threatening to have him arrested for showing up late. In his pajamas. He's gone from his sartorial delusions of kinghood to an almost normal suit to his pjs.
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(2) Comments
#1. Posted by Reecie on March 11, 2005

It’s frustrating/maddening, but isn’t it FUN?

Someday, I’m going to have the time to learn again, and I can’t wait.

#2. Posted by Becca on March 11, 2005

I’ve been the ultimate uber-geek for the past few days.  The tools of my trade?  A heapin’ helpin’ of SAS (Statistical Analysis Software), a dash of HTML, and just a pinch of JavaScript.  All so I can make some lovely drill-down graphs that the company execs won’t even appreciate.  But that’s okay…I’ve actually been having fun.  Coding for 8+ hours a day can be maddening, but satisfying, too.

It *is* kind of pathetic though, when you let out a big “YESSS!” upon realizing that your graph finally works…and people around you ask what’s going on, and you’re like, “Dude, you don’t even wanna know.”

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