August 27th, 2003

fairysquash

A Tuesday report

Things accomplished yesterday: bank meeting at which our credit union admitted their incompetence, morning work meeting, pushed a project out, took the afternoon off and worked on webpage and contracts. Moved *all* of my mailing list info to the new program, learned how to password protect folders on my webpage and did so for every single artist login...

(octoberdreaming, my new server has an automated system for doing so, but I found some instructions for creating a htaccess file that *didn't* work on my old server... try a google search for password protect htaccess. I dunno if it'll work at your site)

... and I got a good solid start on building the individual artist-contract-login page thingies. Each page is going to have all of their designs listed on it, and all of their contact information and payment methods, and a form to make changes. It will be muuuuch easier to keep a handle on records this way, and it lays a bit of the burden of making sure their information is accurate on the artist. (Besides, it makes it very, very easy for them to check and see what information I have, in case they can't remember if they told me about some info change...)

I also got my list of artists updated to include the artists for the mermaid coloring book, so I can get that up asap, too. (I haven't rebuilt all the pages so that it shows up yet, but that's coming... the artist-login pages have all the *new* site information on them, with the new search categories and hard-linked product pages and such.) Also got three orders out, cleaned up a bunch of stuff, installed a doorknob (we have a front doorknob now!! One that turns and latches and stuff!!), and watched some brainless television while writing Kaz stories on my Palm. Also packed up my swim bag so I could shower this morning at DOT. Packed pretty clothes, no less... velvety lace up bodice over flowy white shirt over long fuzzy-lacey broomstick kinda skirt. Left my hairstick at the shower this morning. *smacks head* Gunna be bummed if it's gone, as it's a very cool hairstick with dangly wooden beads and seeds that clink when I turn my head.

Huh. *reads back* I was feeling sort of crummy for not getting contracts done yesterday, but that's a pretty respectable list of accomplishments...

It would just be much nicer to be already finished with some of this stuff.... *grumbles*
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Hey you Oregonians and Northern Californians!

I've got some friends (Matt and Nicki) moving down into the area of Grants Pass, Rogue River, Jacksonville, Medford or Ashland, and they're looking for some info on what areas are nice to stay temporarily, and maybe for a driveway to park their RV in for a few days. Any suggestions or ideas? Anyone who can give them some good 'don't stay on the west end by the railroad if you want to keep your hubcaps' sort of advice?

Thanks!
fairysquash

Of fur...

I started writing a comment in ursulav's journal, but stopped because, well, basically she'd said everything I was going to (fur-farms bad, thoughtless nuts far worse), and besides, I could already feel myself getting prickly and defensive and eyeing her fans with fight-me eyes.

I wear fur.

I wear it proudly, and sensibly, because the arctic fox has perfected the art of staying warm at 60 below, and no human has even come close to finding an ear covering that will stave off frostbite and not weight 700 lbs, crack in the cold or depend on sweatshops and the release of toxic gases in manufacturing. I know how my arctic fox met his furry demise and I know that he died a helluva lot more humanely than my cat, eaten by one of his fellow charismatic foxes, did.

I find it hypocritical and short-sighted when people claim their moral superiority by loudly declaring they won't wear fur, but you look down and find they are wearing leather shoes, and have leather furniture and a fashionable leather purse and they're driving their environmentally unfriendly SUV a block to return a DVD to the movie store and they're tossing out seven pounds of unnecessary plastic wrapping from around their processed god-knows-what-kind-of-meat microwave meal.

I am at the top of the food chain. I have opposable thumbs, a sense of right versus wrong that overcomes my primal instincts to eliminate dumb people from the gene pool, and tools without which my skinny frail body is no match for a snarling predator. I find no shame in subsisting off of lower forms of life. And yes, I very definitely think I am a higher form of life.

Ya know, this is probably why I never really *got* that whole furry/anthro thing.