Radiogurl a la Carte

Thursday, Jun. 10, 2004
Be_Good

*Happy Dance*

Finally got my JavaScript page working. Also finally got ME working, at least to the point of being at work. I still can't talk and Boss pretty much told me to not so much as attempt it. I remember going through bouts of laryngitis that lasted for weeks, so a two-day run is a triumph. I'm scratchy, of course, but vastly better overall.

Next time, with reference to the JavaScript page, I'll trust my instincts. I've been writing code for a couple of years now and knew a few more-or-less universal constants. If I'd trusted what I knew and applied the principles here, would've fixed the problem right off the bat.

Of course I didn't bring the coding book in so it's on hiatus again while I am working on other things. Youngest Son told me last night that I need to get out of the radio biz, or at least out of this town. I need to construct an audition CD, which I keep putting off. When I am on the air I am so rushed I never do air checks - and this station doesn't really have an automatic option to do so, which means it's up to me.

I'm still tired today, and theoretically working, so this entry will be short. Nothing earth-shattering today that I know of. Boss is working on the exciter (related to the transmitter - get your minds out of the gutter!) Once he's back, I probably should high-tail it to the courthouse and pull some more case files. I know that the woman accused of murder for her baby's death was in court on a petition to revoke her probation. Thinking that there was another key story too but can't for the life of me remember.

Anyway I'm out of here for the moment. Be good. I mean it. Well okay it's up to you what you're good at.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )