Good morning lads and lassies, and a Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you. (And a happy birthday to Betsy.) I’m wearing my green shirt so I don’t get pinched!
Already this morning in Flash class, I have made a word explode, and drawn a satellite orbiting the earth. The latter is the first step in my first major Flash creation, suggested by Gavin: a tutorial to enlighten people on how we predict debris footprints. It is going to be so cool. I’ll post it when I’m done, hopefully by the end of Friday, or at least by the beginning of next week.
I love saying that I’m in Flash class. It sounds borderline sketchy.
I was just reading Carter’s blog, and he deleted ICQ from his computer last night, not remembering that there are all sorts of conversations stored in the program, from mundane “ready to leave for class?” messages to deep shouldn’t-have-been-had-via-computer-but-were conversations. He deleted his own stuff, of course, but the mere thought sent a shiver down my spine.
I’ve stared at the ICQ folder many times since my hard drive went down over a year ago and I had to decide what to save and what to toss before it stopped working entirely. I tossed a lot of crap, but I couldn’t bear to erase ICQ. I haven’t read the conversations in years, and as I pointed to someone this morning, it would probably take me a whole day (and a lot of emotional trauma) to do so…but I can’t bear the thought of erasing them entirely. I’m a pack rat in more ways than just hanging on to material stuff. I’m a pack rat for words too.
The rest of this week is going to be so great. Happy sigh. I love this Flash class, it is so cool. I should get some guts, quit my job, and go back to school to be a graphic designer or something.
