sigh, I say, and sigh again. When last week started I was just a (somewhat talented) illustratorer and graphickal designer, designing graphics and living my merry life of caffienated simplicity (I know you all imagine I live some fantastickal life of gay abandon, going to wild illustrator parties and partaking in the hedonism that accompanies such a lifestyle, but really, it’s more about drawing funny animals and gardening knomes (see, I made a ref. to the OP! Go me!)) and even).
But now, I tell you, now, I am like unto some kind of I.T. GOD!!!
See, m’boss called me aside last tuesday and said “Dangergene” (actually, he just called me ‘hey you!’), “We need someone to go fix this portal, and since we can’t contact the A-Team, I’m sending you to do it”.
“woooah Nelly!” I said (El Boss’s name isn’t really Nelly, but I was being dramatic, so the appellation was apt) (I don’t know what appellation actually means (nor do I know what ‘bucolic’ means) but I figure if you use big words with authority, then no one will question you, even if you misuse those words). So I’m busy saying “woooah Nelly!” and even “Whatchew talkin’ b’out Willis?” and he says I can go down to the client’s office and edit up all this CSS and XML and stuff.
Now, as I said, I’m a graphickal designer, not a coding person, and I told him “I don’t know how to do THAT!”, which is kind’ve what Meatloaf said in that song (hah hah, I typed ‘Meatload’). He just looked at me.
And I said, “um… but I can learn”
So I’m at the client’s office and staring at the monitor and saying “gosh” and similar euphamisms for ‘fuck’ and dealing with being a right-brain kinda guy in a left-brain job-situation. And I’m panicked and I’m stressed and I’m without chocolate or even XXX-Mints. And you know what I did? I coped! I learnt how to edit CSS (XML still eludes me, but I’ve got its scent, and when I track it down and wrestle it to the ground, I shall make it mine, MINE!!!) and now, I am like unto some kinda of I.T. god, cos I can do pretty pictures AND edit code. Kind’ve. Sort of. I mean, I can’t edit code like Vunderbob. But I can look at the screen and not say ‘gosh’ now.
This means I’m now almost as good as all the other people who can do graphics and code (but not quite, cos I’m still messing up the code. So let’s say I’m some kinda of demi-god and call it quits. 'kay?).
But not much else happened, so I don’t have much to post this…
Hang on! I did get a story out of #1dangerson that bears retelling. In fact, it was his first retelling of events past… (screen goes wobbly as we fade into flashback).
I came home, ‘Hi honey, I’m hoooome!’. As I walk into the loungeroom, doing fatherly things like turning on the cartoons, I find a bunch of my Kubricks on the floor. One of them is all smooshed and broked-up (it was a pink girly one).
I say, ‘hey kiddo! What the hell?’ and he did that big eyed innocent thing. So I said, ‘no, seriously man, what the HELL?’ (I call him ‘man’ when I’m being a grown-up parent-type person). And he looks at me and taps the tv-cabinet. He says, ‘door open, toys GONG! GONG! Careful, fingers!’. Apparently this translates as, ‘Well Daddio, m’man. I done opened the door, yo. And hey, the toys -like- fell down, man. And I’m all, -woah man!- be careful of the closing door, yeah? Cos, -wow!- it’ll -like- hurts your fingers borther-man! alll-riiiiight’ )I like to think my son speaks like a 1960’s hepcat).
We made communications progress.
but nothing else happened this week. Honest!
I know all about Rosebud; I’ve seen the movie.