Spent some time with Rebecca trimming the cypresses, if you know what I mean, wink-wink nudge-nudge. By cypresses, I mean the Italian cypresses (Cupressus sempervirens) in the backyard and by trimming, I mean using hedge trimmers and shears to slice off the unsightly or floppy branches. Filled the greenwaste can before we ran out of cypresses, though the remaining one is a cypress of unusual size. Even with a ladder, one can only reach about halfway up it at best.
Right now I'm taking a break from my new computer chores, which I promised myself I would do (the chores that is, not the break-taking). I've been ripping CD's and converting OS9 Wordperfect files into RTF for posterity. I thought we probably didn't have that many CD's outside of the 200CD changer. Boy, was I wrong. More and more keep appearing. I've almost doubled the number of songs I've got in iTunes, and I'm not done yet. Being the morose sort of person I am, the total playtime that iTunes gives your library is getting large enough that inevitably I think to myself: "There will come a moment in time when I will have less time left to live than I have mp3's to listen to."
As for the word processing files, I've just gone through a huge batch of role-playing stuff, including all of the ornate Victorian mash-notes that I wrote to virtually every female character in the Castle Falkenstein campaign. Just for the hell of it, I present the where-are-they-now widget I wrote at the end of the campaign:
( cut for geekitude )
Right now I'm taking a break from my new computer chores, which I promised myself I would do (the chores that is, not the break-taking). I've been ripping CD's and converting OS9 Wordperfect files into RTF for posterity. I thought we probably didn't have that many CD's outside of the 200CD changer. Boy, was I wrong. More and more keep appearing. I've almost doubled the number of songs I've got in iTunes, and I'm not done yet. Being the morose sort of person I am, the total playtime that iTunes gives your library is getting large enough that inevitably I think to myself: "There will come a moment in time when I will have less time left to live than I have mp3's to listen to."
As for the word processing files, I've just gone through a huge batch of role-playing stuff, including all of the ornate Victorian mash-notes that I wrote to virtually every female character in the Castle Falkenstein campaign. Just for the hell of it, I present the where-are-they-now widget I wrote at the end of the campaign:
( cut for geekitude )