Dreamweaver isn\'t cooperating at all. Not in either of the versions I use.
All I want to do is change the database referenced in a page to a different table. Will it let me make this simple one digit change that brings everything up to date?
Not even close.
Figured it out. Server changes meant that the Testing Server had changed. You\'re off the hook for now, Dreamweaver, but I\'m watching you!
I played at Planet Bean again tonight and I realize that I\'m the only person who plays here that doesn\'t use any real gear.
I mean that.
Everybody comes in here with an amplifier. They use it to hook up a microphone and their guitars. They sound really great, and this isn\'t meant to criticize them at all. I\'m just realizing that I\'ve finally trained my voice to a point where I can project at any point in my range. As a result, I sing with considerable volume. The fact is, it\'s a coffee house. We\'re playing in about 900 square feet.
As such, I walk up there with my guitar and start playing. The walls are brick and the ceiling is high. So the room has the most fantastic reverb. One of my favourite songs to play here is Is She Really Going Out With Him. The song has those moments of silence that let you hear the echo in a really great way. The set has evolved over the last few weeks and I\'m able to play for an hour and a half straight with enough variety that it\'s not the same set every week. That takes about 3 hours of material. It\'s a mix of \"popular\" covers, relatively obscure covers and original material all mixed together so that people have to guess which is which. This way the original material is as interesting to them as the Beatles songs.
The one consistent thing is that I\'ve been ending off with All My Only Dreams and Better Things. It\'s proven to be the strongest ender and gives a real punch to the set. That gives me a goal to shoot for. I need to beat that ending, again, if only to make things different every time.
My efforts at getting the garbage put out at the curb tonight before bed has been foiled by the presence of a skunk foraging through the bags at the end of the lane.
We live in a townhouse complex, so there are a lot of bags there. As I walked down the lane, there it was. Fortunately, the skunk was visible, rather than being hidden behind some bags. That would have made it likely for me to throw the bags on the pile, and maybe tick said skunk off.
Certainly, it could have been much worse!
Yeah, not a fan of the skunks at all.
Wow. We just finished playing Settlers of Catan with the neighbours. We played several games, starting at 2 this afternoon. Jan figured it was 7:30, so we\'d move on to another game, but it was, in fact, 10:30.
Now, we\'re watching the PVRed Game 7 from the other night. I already know the Pens won, but I\'ve managed to keep Jan spoiler-free (not too tough a feat, considering that we spent 8 and a half hours playing Settlers).
Charlie is sleeping on Jan\'s lap, clearly being careful of her belly. I\'m guessing the baby must have kicked him in the head at some point, so he\'s leaning off to the side a bit more.
Taking it easy for a Sunday afternoon. We did some cooking this morning and are kicking back to listen to the Vinyl Cafe on the CBC. I have my coffee and Jan is \"resting her eyes\" on the couch, Charlie draped over her legs.
Charlie is maintaining no such deception over his sleep, and his snores punctuate Stuart McLean\'s stories. This one is particularly interesting as it is a story about riding trains, and is coming to us from aboard a train. Reid Jameson is playing some great tunes.
I\'d say that this is what all Sundays should be like.
Just trying out the WordPress iPhone app. It seems to be working well at long last. For weeks, it wouldn\'t connect, but today, I upgraded my WP installation, and at long last...
Not a thing.
Then I switched off the Resize Photos button and, well, if you can read this, it worked!
In other news, I was going to go out and get some late night grocery shopping done, but as I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of a skunk wandering about on the front lawn. I figure it\'s a sign.