Radiogurl a la Carte

Wednesday, Dec. 28, 2005
Short Work

Argh... I really gotta do some re-recording on some of our liners and such. They end up trampling over the end of our other programming content, cutting off a final syllable or note. Ugh.

Last night I was going to get allllll this work done at the house. What I actually got done was fixing something that passed as dinner, then basically dropping into bed and sleeping for twelve hours. It was worth the trade-off, though, since I'm having lunch with the mayor this afternoon and figured that either yawning or snoring through that luncheon probably wasn't good form, even in an informal setting.

Before I forget again, I was tagged for a meme a few days ago by colz, a fellow radio-bound public servant.

Five things meme:

Thing 1: My grandmother crossed the US in a covered wagon when she was about four or five years old. (I'm guessing her age based on a very old, fragile photograph with her standing in front of their wagon.) She lost her entire family, except for her father, en route. They were traveling west because her mother and siblings had contracted tuberculosis.

Thing 2: If I'd been born fifty years or so earlier, I might not have lived to see my fifth birthday. I had a severe bout of scarlet fever when I was four. To the best everyone's been able to determine, I was fortunate enough to escape any damage to my heart.

Thing 3: I am a very fast reader. I think I tested at reading about 500 wpm when I was in grade school. I've read short novels in as little as an hour and 45 minutes; thicker ones can take me 3-4 hours on the average, depending on the size of the book. (Novels typically start at 70,000 words and up, though 70,000 is a really slim volume.)

Thing 4: When I am sick, I become a pretty darned prolific writer. Once, when I was home sick from work and numbed by cold meds, I wrote a short story, complete, nearly 25,000 words, in one straight sitting of 4-1/2 hours. (I just realized that in order to have accomplished that, I had to average some 90wpm typing. And I'm missing two fingers on my left hand!)

Thing 5: I used to own and operate a Mexican-food restaurant. Never, never, ever again. Never. I know, never say never. But never, just the same. I am absolutely NOT cut out to be in the restaurant business.

I'm supposed to tag five people to do this. Not sure who should be my victims... Hmmmm.... How about wildrosie, poolagirl, hissandtell, smed and D-man. There are others - I was tempted to tag several, but had I skipped hissandtell, for example, I suspect I'd have been deluged with requests to edit her in. Otherwise I tried to select folks I don't normally see on the meme bandwagon. (Insert evil laugh here.)

I'm not overly thrilled with the current template, by the way, so it's going away pretty shortly. I like the red brocade pattern, just not for my main background; the blue variation helps a little, but I'm probably still going to something else shortly. (If you are looking with a 600x800 screen resolution and are saying, "Huh?", take my word for it. It's there.)

So much for my planned day off Monday. Mr. Ex-Police-Dude turned in his resignation today. Y'all see my tears, right? (Crocodile tears, you say? Moi? No, of course not, nope nope. Not me. Nevah. Hehehe.) With that rewriting of schedule, I'll work half a day Monday. I could technically take the full day off anyway, but figured that since my half-day would be up at 10am, it will still give me the majority of the day to just enjoy.

Actually this little development removes more than a little stress from my life. Aside from not being particularly fond of the guy, there were other considerations. I dealt with a stalker who carried a badge, so have a bad taste in my mouth from that already. There are other little details coming into play, too, comparable little itches just beneath the skin that aren't really something wrong but...

Anyway, guess I'd better get moving. My recording is done and over with and I've got editing to do!

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 - )