It has been some weeks of heavy computer time for both of us here on Sister Lane. Jon’s working on slickifying his blog and Brute pages as well as getting the Gruffhouse thing started. We’re both really excited about that one. I’ve been helping him where I can.
I wrapped up the WordPress integration of this site, put the Stuff page in hibernation (nothing was happening with that space any time soon) and cleaned up the sidebar (check out my sponsors!) and some other odds and ends. My image viewer got updated along the way and wiped my colour-matching customisation, so I found a neat new viewer called shadowbox (I just had to correct my spelling of colour; I have to spell it “color” for html code and I guess it is becoming an unconscious act now).
Whipped up a quick site for cousin Mike at interactivehealth.com.au. Nothing fancy, although I was quite impressed with myself when I got the dynamic content, in user controllable/addable modules, to fill across the footer like that. He hasn’t done much with it yet (he’s still got the WordPress default links in the sidebar).
Integrated WordPress with the Bear’s site and tweaked the design while I was at it. Said tweaking lead to a little more doodling of bears and various plants, and even a truck. This guy is my favourite though, I think.
Did I need WordPress on such a low-content site? Yes. Yes I did.
There’s a couple of Jon’s old songs kicking around that I plan to play with and publish to the Bears music pool soon-ish. We’re overly focused on the money-making ideas at the minute though. I’ll get to that in a second.
During our breaks from the studio I made the stands for the photography lighting, freeing up the tripod and mic stand for tripodding and mic standing. I nailed some cardboard to the two bedroom windows that have been rudely letting morning light in; the result looks quite OK. Jon made a cake. We ate a cake. We went for a walk on a particularly beautiful day. All of that, looked like this.




The dog has finally stopped freaking out over the growling fridge (ice maker), which makes for a generally happier household. A scared whining dog is a bigger bummer than you may think.
Speaking of bummers, the one I alluded to above and in an earlier post is money related and, as such, not worth much discussion. In short, during my recent trip to Australia, the accountant hit me with an extraordinarily large and unfortunately unexpected tax bill (leftover from year old business activity and due for payment this July) and, just last week, my (ex-)real estate agent has informed me that my investment property (the sale of which was going to fund the tax bill) is worth a whole lot less than what I paid for it a year ago. Between the accountant and the real estate agent, the funds we assumed that we had for the next year are gone. One could say “flushed down the toilet” in the case of the “investment” property.
I was barely functioning for the first couple of days after getting the news on the house, it was hard to escape thoughts of packing up our life here and return to engineering in Australia, but, you know, fuck it. I’ve thrown those thoughts out now.
We’re gonna sell the car. I love that car, but we don’t need it. I’m gonna get more for the property than the quick-sell douche-bag real estate agent quoted and we’re gonna pour ourselves into these business ideas – we’re passionate about them and we’re gonna make them work.
So no whining about money and the economy and that bag of shit. Just getting busy.