Amy Sedaris has made some appearances in her brother’s books (David), and on his audio-recordings…and probably NPR, too, but I don’t recall exactly what makes me think that.  Anyway, I’ve known for awhile that she has this sort of entertaining book out, and I decided to listen to the audio edition (for laughs!) the other day.  I’m about half-way through at this point.  I almost gave up mid-first-disc because while some of it was amusing, a lot of it was meant to be amusing for an audience that isn’t really me.  And then she said the magic words somewhere around the part where she was saying what she actually *would* appreciate guests bring to her shindigs.  Butter (hey, who doesn’t appreciate butter?  It’s good in scones!), and…carrot tops for her rabbit.  Amy Sedaris has a rabbit.  That’s when I decided to keep listening.  Because if you have a rabbit and you basically live alone with said rabbit (or rabbits), that’s what you interact with.  And they take on rather more importance than they would in other people’s rabbitless existences (you and your meaningless rabbitless life!).  I was not disappointed.  As I turned into the parking lot across from my building, she revealed that her apartment is set up to accommodate her rabbit.  I know that in some way we are kindred spirits and this is allowing me to overlook all of the not-so-funny-to-me stuff.

I was talking with her Claireificence not so long ago about a dream I'd had - I'm part of the Harry Potterverse and I'm in the Room of Requirement, doing some cleanup before I head back to my room.  And for some reason, when the time comes to leave, I can't get out.  The atmosphere becomes pretty threatening around me - lights go out, I see a face in the middle of the room - and then the Room tells me that *it* needs *me*...for what purpose is left to the imagination.  I finally wrote something based on those lines - leaving it open-ended as to what the Room might want.  

Shared it with my teens tonight at our Advisory Board meeting (where they're supposed to come up with ideas for stuff we can all do together at the library).  It was one of those rare times when I had Everyone's Attention (I don't think the Mt. Dew and chocolate helps at all with attention spans), and they were all so excited about my creepy dream.  One of them thought we should have a writing contest where they have to finish my story and the best entry will win something exciting.  Sounds good to me.

You can read my beginning here...

I just noticed that despite my best efforts at "clean" I have mud all up and down my right leg.  Glorious.  Good thing I wore the long pants at work.  But it's like my *secret* mud.  Other people have exciting underwear, I have filth. Same thing, really.  Filthy minds and places.  As Charlotte Gray would say, "Not now, I'm dirty down there."  

For your reading pleasure: Muddy and deliriously happy - my adventures of this morning!

This is sort of becoming like a scavenger hunt.  I think I'm done.  I can't even tell you how...frustrated with certain things I am right now.  FYI, any bitchin' and complainin' about my *changes* aren't going to help me feel any better about that.  Do so at your own risk.

I'm satisfied with my technological experiment.  Unsatisfied with the hosting arrangement.  Unable to make it work out.  Going to keep kaysootee.com for experimenting with content management systems, as I'll soon be dealing with Drupal (again) at work.  It would behoove me to know what it can do.  So that I can do it and not wait on/worry about other people.  I hate waiting.

I think I can handle the new space.  I'm even following my own advice to a couple of other people - go to WordPress!  Granted, it'd be awesomer than awesome if I could install some extra plug-ins and widget-y fun without having to pay extra for it.   But, hey, with the savings of not hosting smallfluffysheep anymore and the free hosting for a year (with ads, unfortunately) that I'm getting at GoDaddy, I may consider shelling it out at some point.  I dunno yet.

The transfer from my domain to wordpress.com was bumpier than I would have liked.  Exporting the files was easy enough, but for some reason not everything exported in its entirety and almost every post had to be edited.  I should be happy, then, that I'd only been moved to the *new* location for a few months.  And I wasn't all that prolific.  Which is a relief in that respect, but ought to be remedied once I'm settled.  It sure isn't for lack of material.  *eyes piles of notes around computer*  Yes, well.

I'm sorry to keep you guessing - especially those of you who HATE change.  Sometimes stuff doesn't work out, though.  If I can handle the frustration, surely you can?  Or, I suppose you're welcome to stop reading because I am ninja blogger - invisible, hard to find, deadly.

This is the home, then, of my blog.  It's migrated twice this week.  I hope that's the end of it.  Vamanos a visitarlo!

I have a free day.  I was going to spend it with my folks, as bom had a birthday last week AND their anniversary was yesterday - yes, they were married on Valentine's Day.  I have never asked them why they picked that day.  I mean, it's probably the fairly obvious reason - being young and in love and choosing the day that's supposed to express those things.  Secretly, I prefer to think that it just worked out that way - that's when everyone happened to be free for the ceremony, and that's when they were able to find someone to marry them, and that's when bom's dress was ready.  And, hey!  Look at that!  It's Valentine's Day! 

I've seen some photos from their wedding.  Bom wore a long pink dress that came to the ground.  It had short sleeves and (possibly) an empire waist.  She's standing next to dad, who is wearing a suit (my memory thinks it was either light blue or grey), and their best man, Mr. Suzuki, and best woman, my Aunty Karen (I'm named for both of them).  They may still have the dress (and the suit) in the basement somewhere.  We discovered all their Hawaiian finery one winter when we were playing hide and seek among the clothes racks, and for awhile, I took to wearing my dad's old Hawaiian print shirts.  I gave one to my chemist friend who wore it regularly to his lab until it was declared a biohazard.

I digress.

I am in the process of trying to migrate my WordPress installation to another domain.  I'm not sure how it will go.  So far, various tutorials have made it sound both easy and complicated.  I guess I'll find out shortly.  So far, there's a delay in the set-up.  Or, rather, the new domain seems to be set up, but I can't access it through another part of the hosting site, so I'm going to give it 24 hours or so ('so' being more like another 45 minutes before I check again).  Despite having plenty of other *things* to do, I always gravitate to something completely different at times like these.

I have had this LJ since I was in grad school, and I used it primarily to post about my experiences on the reference desk at the engineering library where I was working at the time.  Sometimes I really miss academic libraries (and that one in particular) - not only because the questions were more involved and more interesting (on a regular basis - I still get some interesting questions, but more often people just want me to check and see if any of our new movies are back yet - bleh), but also because the powers that be let me knit and crochet and blog while I was on the reference desk - which NEVER happens in real life (I have WAY too much to do).  It's actually very cathartic, though, to not have to worry too much about what you're doing out there and to not be stressed out about whether or not you have enough time to get it all done.  If I'm going to be victimized by the public every 2 minutes or so, it's much better for me (and for them, really), if I can do something that doesn't require all of my attention, is easily interruptable, and/or can be laid aside and picked up again at leisure.  

I have (obviously) deleted all of the engineering posts.  Turns out?  Those are pretty well internalized at this point.

Eventually I'll post a link here (somewhere) and in my profile information leading to the *real* blog.  As soon as I figure out the migration thing.  Yup.