I know it's way short notice, but anyone want my ticket? ($80 bucks, generously does not include costs of 'handling' or petrol costs for you to pick it up *grins wryly*)

I impulse bought, but the thought of staying home is far more appealing for various reasons, and Ticketmaster, naturally enough, appears to be glad to accept impulse purchases, but not impulse refunds.

Okay, I'm trying to print a single A3 page in Publisher. I've selected the A3 Portrait (29.7 x 42cm) option, typed in my text which appeared to be all on one page and just fine, but when I go to print preview it displays as spread over four sheets. wtf? Any ideas?

In sum:
Selecting A4 Portrait gets a display of one sheet in Print Preview, but A3 displays 4 sheets, and insists on printing four, and setting margins only understood to itself. Help?

(Note: I can't use Word, alas, because of font issues -- I grabbed a font from the internet that watermarks in Word, but not in Publisher or Photoshop, thankfully)

Excellent points made about the original trial here.

"Don't ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."
- Dr Howard Thurman

I will design and knit at least one pair of socks, and enter them in the 2010 Royal Show.

"I wouldn't have the first idea how to wield a frog sexually!"

My mood's been all over the place today: anxiety, bad self-talk and resurgence of the reflux, and it's all happening with a whole day buffering between me and Monday. On the other hand, I drove out to a hospital I had no idea was down the road, had a blood test and stopped by the shops for a paper and processed protein, all utterly painless and without too much forethought (this is worth noting). There was also discussion and love with samvara, though, which helped. And there are baby things!

Rescued baby duckling! and Baby Mongoose! Seriously, watch that video. If you don't spend it going "D'awwww!" you have no soul, cos I said so. :P

Given the fabulous discussions last night on homebirth etc, I figured this was a good time to repost this:

I found this wandering through flists' of flists:



Vid by sdwolfpup that put a stupidly happy smile on my face. Excellent, excellent use of still images.

In the order iTunes sorted them:
( Ani DiFranco, Broken Social Scene, Dixie Chicks, Mountain Goats )

Dear Kamikaze remix person,

I don't know if you'll ever see this, but on the off-chance, I figured I'd write and say 'hi, I realise in retrospect I haven't so much given you a fic to remix as an idea to play with'. Or at least, I hope that's how you're viewing it... To that end, have fun with it! Or write something deeply angsty. Hey, that's fun, right? *coughs*

Take it wherever your muses decide to run away with it. Which is sort of the idea of remix, but sometimes it helps to hear that. *grins*

This morning I went food shopping and did a fridge clear out. This afternoon I went and saw Coraline 3D which was gorgeous. I'm not quite convinced that 3D is worth the money, or the effort that went into producing it, but I appreciated the advance in tech that means you don't have to wear red/green glasses.

This evening I was suffering mild going-to-work-tomorrow anxiety, which nosedived into a sulk when I realised a perfect job was closing tomorrow that I'd only just found out about.

Pah, says samvara, you've written hundreds of those! Hand in a crap one! which inspired me enough to open and word document and start hacking and pasting. So now I have a mostly complete (crappy) three page selection criteria and a filled out vacancy form attached to an email to my work-self which reads 'call them an hassle them about submitting via email'.

Which has been a rather awesome exercise in 'anxiety that makes me freeze, or fret uselessly' versus 'using controlled adrenaline to get things done'. Take note, self.

( Also, notes to self about the last few days: )

Remember the 'swim: 3,000 miles' directions from New York to Onslow?

There are still little gems hidden in there. Selecting Bull Creek stn to Garden City by walking gives you the shortest option of 215 days 13 hours, and suggests you...



(click through to flickr for the larger size)

Oh, Google, I love you so much.

I've been having a stressful time of it at work, almost all of it due to 'I avoided it until it stopped going away, which it then blew up in my face' sort of issues. I'm still in the thick of it, and I'm not sure what happens next.

Either way, whatever is going to happen, and whatever I can make happen, regardless; the world goes on, I'll still be here, my friends and beloveds and home will still be here. This is just a blip of a couple of weeks on the radar.

Things that have helped me keep perspective over the last week, and reminded me that the world is an okay place:

My housemate black_samvara for being unbelievably supportive, and amazing, and *flaps wordlessly* along with prk, transcendancing especially. I don't know what I did in a previous life to deserve you guys, but I'm glad I did it.

Fand by Laney Cairo. Magic and calm and peace.

On a similar note: This Australian Story, about a man who has fathered six kids for five mothers.

The songs of Lisa Mitchell.

The songs of Josh Pyke

Anyone want anything appearing in the below photo? They're from my brief flirtation with Wicca back in my teens, and have been stored in a dry, dark chest for a long time. Still smells good :P

Most of the incense in particular was given to me by a beloved friend, and I'd love for it to be used by someone who would appreciate it. Inquire within (maharetr at yahoo.com) for pick up address.



ETA: Candles have been claimed. Candle holders and incense are still up for grabs.

Is anyone else having problems with gmail? I can't get it to load, or when it does, chat doesn't work. This is driving me crazy.

It really irritates me when a chunk of a trailer or paragraph of a blurb is devoted to "Creator of blah, blah, great talent crafts a spellbinding tale of intrigue and blah..." and only then gets on to the actual point: the story in question. Let the work stand (or fall over) on its own merits!

(Brought to you as a result of trying to find the trailer for The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus)

I'm staying home from work today because I did the 'lying in bed with my eyes closed. All night' thing. Which -- oh. Dear self, no more drinking coke that late on a work night. Also, less stressing about things that you can't do anything about until morning :P Love, me.

ETA: prk, mynxii, I'm still on for tonight, although there's no way I'll be able to stay until 11pm -- I can catch a taxi early. Meet one/both of you at Food Store from 5:30? <3