Slack’s Place

A real-time account of life among the Earthlings…

What’s News?

by Slack, on April 28th, 2008

Hello there my faithful readers! It’s been forever and a day, and I wanted to just drop a line to say we’re still alive and kicking… The running theme these days seems to be sickness. Rhys has a cough right now, but he just got over (or is getting over) a real nasty stomach bug. It turned him into a human lawn sprinkler if you catch my drift. Poor kid just can’t seem to catch a break! On top of that, Heidi was diagnosed with Bronchitis! YAY! So much for riding this out until we get back on insurance. Chalk that up to another one of my brilliant foresights… I have remained sickness free, which is important when you have a new job.

I’m still working on websites on the side, and have been working with a local politician. A friend of mine and I are thinking of marketing to the local political scene to see if we can drum up some beer money. The market is ripe, and we have the skills. Might as well try capitalizing on it. At the worst it’s a learning experience — such is life.

Not too long ago, Rhys when #2 on the big boy potty for the very first time! So, he got himself a brand new red bicycle! He’s so excited about it. Even in his weakened condition, he insists on riding his bike outside a little bit each day. He gets about two good pedals in and then has to rest to catch his breath and drink some Gatorade! LOL  He’s a trooper! Of course, we don’t let him take it too far! What’s more, with me concentrating on studies, mom seems to be the one taking him out most of the time. I swear I will do more here soon, but studies take priority right now.

Speaking of studies, I’m studying up on .NET programming. Both the Win32 side and the Web App side. It’s so good to be back in Visual Studio, even for my Open Source projects. I have to hand it to Microsoft with Visual Studio, it’s just some bad ass shit. I gave my old copy of Studio to the neighbor kid who has shown an interest in programming — my good deed for the month. Hopefully he doesn’t squander the opportunity to take the free time in his life right now, and get a leg up on the working world.

That’s about it. Nothing too interesting, and I’m sure I am forgetting quite a bit of shit, but I’ll write more in here, I promise. Even if it is fluff, like this. :)

Not So Super Wednesday…

by Slack, on February 6th, 2008

Good morning, teeming millions. Happy Wednesday. Did you get vote in at the Primaries? Good for you. I didn’t. Why? Because it’s not legal for me to vote in them, since I am registered Independent. Whatever, I understand the thinking behind it…

So how are things, this beautiful humpday morning? Well, my head feels like it’s been stuffed with desiccant.  My throat is raw, but feels like there is some kind of sludge clinging to its back wall.

Rhys is still sick. I’m starting to get worried about his hearing. After listening to a podcast the other day which had a guest on there whose kid had a cochlear implant due to a heavy illness as a toddler, I’m now all hyper-paranoid. Especially when the doctor took a look in his ear yesterday commented that “it was horribly bad”. Oh, and every other time Rhys speaks now it is, “What you said?” So yeah, I’m a bit worried that his hearing may be damaged… Is that silly?

Heidi is still truckin along. She’s not sick, per se, but I’d bet she is “sick” of us being sick. :) She’s a trooper for sure. I love you, baby!

In other news — good news — Rhys’ new antibiotics don’t taste like shit! Personally, I thought his last bottle of antibiotics tasted fine, but both he and Heidi gave me a face that looked like they just licked something dead when they tried it. Well, Rhys took it a step further, gagging and then projectile vomiting everywhere. He didn’t specifically say he thought it tasted bad, but I can take a hint. I thought it tasted like Cherry Slurpees. :) But apparently not… Or maybe Cherry Slurpees taste like ballsack too.

So, Rhys shouldn’t need to get any more antibiotic injections. That’s good news, and hopefully he is on the road to recovery… I’m wary of saying that, because it seems everytime we tempt fate with the sweet smell of hope, it smacks us down like a $2 hooker.