I am about to make a confession that will make almost everyone who knows me shake their heads in sad bewilderment.

I watch pro wrestling. And I like it.

Why? It’s fun. It’s an interestingly written soap opera that my boyfriend and I can both watch and neither of us feels like a pouf. It’s got bad buys and good guys. Heros to cheer, villans to boo, and underdogs to root for. The good guys don’t always win, and sometimes the bad guys look a lot like the good guys. (Kinda like real life.)

They are honest about the dangers inherent in the sport, and continually plead with their fans and the general viewing populace not to attempt their stunts. They even write books about this. They are misunderstood a lot, the looked down upon underdogs of the professional sports world; and I’ve always had a thing for underdogs. They work damn hard to do things that most actors and stuntmen can only attempt with complicated wire rigs.

They have some beautiful, strong amazonian women who can kick butt with the best of the men. (Of corse, they have even more female puff pieces who exist just to decorate the guys elbows, but I can ignore them.)

They have beautiful people, average looking people, and ugly people. Just like in real life. Some of them are thin. Some aren’t. Just like the rest of the world.

They have guys who make my 6′4″ viking of a boyfriend look small - and for some reason, I find that cool as hell. And a little funny.

And finally, it’s the last thing some folks would expect me to watch.

Well, the bed mess continues. 1 week before we can trade it in for a firmer model.

I’m coming to hate links that open up in new windows. Seems like everyone’s doing it these days, and as good as the intentions are, I just wind up with way too many open windows. Too much to sort through. Alt-F4 is my friend, but still…. I like the history button. I like the back button. The new browser window thing kills both at once. Grrr….

Well, the bed is huge and soft. Very soft. Too soft. I get lost in the damn thing. Bill loves it. We’re getting something firmer soon - before my back goes on vacation forever.

The WB sucks - I finally found out where they stuck E:FC - mondays at 1:00 AM. And I forgot to set the VCR last night. They hide a great show -and they’re about to bring Boone back- and they give us the crap that is Mutant X.

Maybe TiVo isn’t that bad a thing after all.

Last night’s wrestling pay-per-view sucked. Bill and I both fell asleep in the middle of the main event. Yawn.

It’s finally feeling like winter around here. Not that I’m a huge fan of cold weather (as witness the big ole’ sweater I’m wearing today) but it’s just not *right* to have temps in the 70’s two weeks before christmas when you’re in NJ. Just not right.

It’s nice having a SO whose work dovetails with your own. In my case, I work in pre-press and design, and Bill works at a printing press. So I make it up on the computer screen, then a few days later, he brings home the printed product. (And then we add another name to the list of folks who owe us money or favors…) Kinda fun. Most of the time. (Hey, there are days when the last thing I want to do is sit down and do more typesetting after 9+ hours of it at the office, but nothing’s perfect, right?)

If I can get around to it, I’ll scan in a sample of the last job - Buisness cards. Actually, they were props for a LARP. Next money draining project…. buy a scanner. After the holidays.

Sometimes I dream of feedback. I get very little of it. All three of you out there who read this thing? Let me know. Tell me the site sucks, I don’t care. ‘Cause I’m pretty sure I’m the only person reading this stuff, sometimes.

Project dujour - Changing the look and feel for Sidney Charles. Fun and mind numbing at the same time. You try maintaining and revamping a 400+ page website at the same time in NetObjects Fusion. (Decent program, but not built for behemoths like this sucker. mmrf.)

Julie bored is never a good thing. So I went and did *another* revamp of the interface. Today it was time to play with frames. And more CSS. (God I love stylesheets) Haven’t done much with the portfolio section yet, but there’s some neat DHTML over there, and a few new pics.

And tonight I’m getting a new bed. A king size monster of a new bed so I, the cats, and my boyfriend can all sprawl to our hearts content and no one gets shoved off. Whoo hoo! (5′4″ me and 6′4″ boyfriend and two cats on a twin bed - this is such a trade up) The damn thing is even under warrenty for 20 years. Very cool, but I’ve got a hard time getting my head around that idea. I’m only 26 - this bed is going to be around until I’m in my mid forties? Wierd.

On the bright side, it’s high quality and comfy as hell and Bill’s feet will no longer stick over the edge. (Big invite for the cats to swipe at them in the middle of the night - he hates that.) On the other hand, wow but it’s expensive. But I paid more for my car, and I think this thing’s gonna be around lots longer than the car. So I’m very happy.

One month. One wonders what will happen in the next thirty days.

Last night, I watched on the news interviews with 911 dispatchers who had told people in the towers after the first plane hit to go back to work, that they would be fine. How could anyone have known? It was unimaginable. Unthinkable. Impossible. What person could have been expected to forsee what was to happen? Even as we watched it, we couldn’t believe it was happening.

So it’s now begun. I don’t know if I should be depressed, worried, or just move to a nice cave in the middle of nowhere.

From A Project Management Glossary:
Scope - What the project has agreed to deliver. Once signed off, defend it with your life. The approved way to tell people Get stuffed, we didn’t agree to do that, and there’s no way we’re going to do it is Is this in scope?

Had an idea this morning. Terrorism is guerilla warfare on a global scale. Regular armmies can’t win guerilla wars - as proved by the British defeat in the American Revolution, the American defeat in Vietnam, and the Russian defeat in Afganistan. (Just the first three I thought of.) so I don’t think armies will do much good in the new wars to come. It’s not about nations fighting nations anymore. it’s the third world versus the western world. The have nots taking by force that which they have been denied.