I have to wonder about people in my life that think they are entitled to my time… why do they think that? But practically everyone I know IRL (not everyone- just almost) thinks that I should pay attention to them when they want me to… and nevermind what I want or need.
Makes me mad.
Why, when you go to a store, and they don’t have what you want/need, do the cashiers offer to order it for you? I mean, I get that they’re being nice and offering the best option that they can and all… but I can have them order it for me, wait, then go back down to the store, pay full price plus tax and have my item. Or I can order it from Amazon (or other on-line retailer) get a discount, like as not pay no shipping, wait and have the item delivered to my door. This seems like a no-brainer to me…. do people still have things ordered through the store?
Tea cups are back up as are the rabbit game pics. Slow going but I’ll get there.
Tommorrow is the last day of my vacation and I’m planning a marathon boardgaming session… and I’ll see about expanding the Sherlock files. I haven’t forgotten!
I fell down the rabbit hole of looking at chess sets this morning (damn- morning wasted) and I got a neat idea for one. Hoever, I am not that into chess so feel free to take the idea and run with it.
For one side, find the most industrial metal chess set you can and use the pieces from one side (or a combination. maybe) I’m envisioning black metal here but something else could be more fitting. For the other side, have carved wooden trees- different species for the different pieces. Say, fir for the bishop and maple for the rooks… or a tree with treehouse for the rooks. It could also be done with tree spirits but it really should be carved of wood. Use stones for the pawns. Could be named “Hope vs Dispair”… seeing as one could argue either case for either side.
So far I’ve fixed the Nancy pages, the Advent calendar page and the first of the Unplugged summer posts. I decided that I should fix those because they’re picture heavy and they’re my version of a scrapbook page for the fun times we’ve had.
I’m on vacation this week so I’ll work on this a bit at a time but I’m not spending my whole vacation doing nothing but this inspite of that annoying company.
What I am going to do is go and get new glasses (my mid-distance ones broke and they won’t make me a new pair without a new prescription), possibly look at a new car, work on my coffee tablecloth and maybe a couple of other sewing projects, put the windows and doors on the cathedral for my game and teach myself how to play Viticulture.
I also need to take the time to call a friend who’s mom died recently and catch up. I resist calling anyone usually because I have so little time to myself that I tend to hibernate. With more than one day off (and that one filled up with chores) perhaps I can get rested enough to be a little social.
Yesterday, I got an email from Photobucket. To whit:
WE NOTICED THAT YOU HAVE BEEN USING
PHOTOBUCKET FOR 3RD PARTY HOSTING*
PLEASE UPGRADE TO A PLUS 500 PLAN.
*What is 3rd Party Hosting?
Photobucket defines 3rd party hosting as the action of embedding an image or photo onto another website. For example, using the tag to embed or display a JPEG image from your Photobucket account on another website such as a forum, Etsy, eBay auction listings, a blog, etc. is definitively 3rd party hosting.
The plan is $400 per year.
Um, really? This is a change in policy on their part. I have a Photobucket account specifically to host pictures for my journal. Hence, I currently have no pictures hosted on Photobucket showing up here. I am in the process of migrating all my photos elsewhere and will be fixing all the links for the pages but it is a Herculean task and I am a busy person.
I will be fixing all the pages that show up across the top relating to interests and projects but I will not be going back through this whole journal and fixing those photo links. If, for some reason, a person would like to see a picture that was embeded in the journal body, message me in a comment and I will fix that specific picture.
I will be deleting my Photobucket account as soon as I have all the pictures. They have made themselves useless for my needs with this greedy money grab.
Emily just discovered where all our spoons are going… into the sink!
(She’s doing the dishes for me since I recently sprained my wrist)