inbetween

Without drastic action, the spam issues have been solved. I've got a nice, handy dandy little web page set up to show the 5 most recent comments, or the 50 most recent, or what have I! Spam comes in, then it dies. What have I learned from this little endeavour? Jason likes to urinate on things (s. the second and fourth comments).

Without drastic action, the homework problem has been solved. Well, not so much solved as just sort of vanished due to a severe lack of drastic (read: any) action. Speling remains a problem, as does a little bit of stress and depression, but with the holidays coming that should clear right up. That should clear right up. It should clear right up. It will, won't it? Yes, the holidays will clear up the stress lickety-split.

I already feel warmer on the inside.

Without drastic action, tears, yelling or screaming, the lack of Ben and Michael time has begun to fix itself. It seems to have been replaced with a lack of Dante & Michael time. Fishy needs some loving. That's right, its time for some good (not hot!) fishy love. Probably a water change or two will fix things.

Without drastic action, my mother seems to have calmed down a little, although drastic action may still be necessary. There is too much noise in this house on Saturdays, when I would like to sleep in. There are too many phone calls before ten. There were five people in my house this morning, whom I do not know. And I thought it was my house too!

Without drastic action, the bad movie problems continue, but efforts are underway to improve the situation. Saved and The Stepford Wives were warmly welcomed into the DVD player recently. More good movies to come, I'm sure.

All things considered, all things are improving other than my writing style. I've decided to have fun with it. Screw formalism, spellyng, and substance. I'm going to work on the style alone for a little while. THAT shall be fun.

Oh, and I'm turning the dining room into an office/computer room. I'll have my bedroom back as a bedroom, and the unused dining room (in which we have not dinned, even once, in sixteen years) shall have a purpose. A meaning.

I should get one of those for myself really.