Happiest of New Years to you

Happy New Year to you all. No big parties here. I tried to buy champagne for a little midnight toast, but it didn’t work out. So I made sausage and cheese balls, because nothing says New Year’s Eve like sausage and cheese balls, right?

I’m designing the little town where my novel is set to make writing easier. Tim was trying to post photos to his photo blog. His photos wouldn’t line up right; my software crashed when I hadn’t saved additions to my town for well over an hour.

Most of the fireworks were coming out of the mouths of the computer-challenged in the home office.

Flickr

I usually upload photos to Flickr to link them from my LJ. I’m not altogether computer savvy, but I want to make those private rather than public. I’ve tried it with a few and so far, they still seem to show up here, which is good.Or that could just be because I’ve viewed them before.

Anyway, if someone notices that all my photos vanish from LJ, let me know that I screwed up! Thanks. =)

Looters ‘R Us

I think that reactions to the looting in New Orleans may say more about people than the actual looting does. If I were scared, thirsty, hungry, and tired, I don’t know what the hell I’d do. If I had a child, sick or injured loved one, or elderly parent who was scared, thirsty, hungry, and tired, I’d probably be capable of pretty much anything.

Would I steal a loaf of bread? Absolutely. Would I steal a TV? If I thought I could trade it for a loaf of bread, probably (except I couldn’t carry it, but that’s not the point). I might steal a gun to protect myself and those I care about (but I wouldn’t shoot a man just to watch him die).

And forgive me if you would not, but I think THAT NEARLY EVERYONE would do what they have to do to survive, especially under such circumstances, when no one in authority seems to have any information that can offer hope or promise of an endpoint. If, that is, someone in authority could actually be found in all that chaos.

SO… Seeing what the media chooses to show over and over… Reading what people have to say about it online, has been sadly enlightening. Some people really lack an empathy gene: that is, the ability to actually feel what those residents are feeling and therefore not rush to judgment. Only the absence of a mighty strong wind stands between any of us and a shopping cart with what’s left of our lives.

Mary T has managed to find two pictures that say a little more than we might be comfortable knowing about ourselves. Apparently, looting and finding falls along color lines. Whoever at Yahoo is responsible for these captions should be ashamed.

Tim’s and Jim’s planet

Mercury does not go retrograde until July 23, so what IS wrong with the universe? Recurring modem problems, air conditioners breaking down, computers dragging, things costing more than they should. At least R&L closed on their house and Greg got moved before that planet started messing with us.

Speaking of the universe, the moon was beautiful tonight. But no one howled.

Still getting used to this

Tim worked under stressful conditions yesterday to redesign my Live Journal. I don’t know what’s wrong that makes me see the dreaded red X’s instead of whatever I’m supposed to see on my LJ functions. (What do y’all see? Everything looks right on Tim’s Mac.) There are still some things I want that Tim hasn’t cracked the code on, but I’m amazed by his ability to figure all this out.It was a major triumph for me last night when I figured out how to upload a photo to a Web site. (My old site was all templates: no HTML or whatever code needed.)

No one will ever accuse me of being a computer geek.