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Monday, April 20, 1998
I came home this afternoon with good intentions of working on my RC art car. I even stopped at City Peoples Mercantile and bought sand paper and masking tape, so I could prep the body and spray paint it with some faux finish paint I bought a while ago. But when I came inside and checked email, I started reading journals, and then I couldn't bring myself to wait to post yesterday's entry.
So I think next Saturday will have to be my work time for the car. I do have some ideas for it, and I want it to look good. I don't like doing things in a half-hearted way, obviously!.
At work, I'm working on a web page for our internal site where I'll explain what people should do when they find an external web site that has a problem with IE. Such sites may eventually get passed to me, but not before they are examined by testers to make sure there isn't a problem with our product. Only the sites with mistakes in their HTML or script that make us look bad, or those that browser-sniff and don't recognize the new version we are working on, get contacted by me. I have the fun of asking them nicely to change. They usually do, if I put it to them that they want to make things nice for their users.
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Tonight I was dancing at the Fenix, but we were in the street level part, rather than the Fenix Underground. If I had realized that there was a baseball game going on at the stadium a few blocks away, I probably wouldn't have gone! I drove around and around until finally finding a space vacated by someone leaving the game a bit early.
It was also crowded because there was a live band tonight, Monty Banks and the High Rollers whom I usually see at the Century Ballroom on Wednesday.
But I enjoyed the dancing when I got there. I danced with several beginning dancers, which was fine, and one new partner who was a bit on the touchy-feely side. He didn't touch me in an improper manner or anything, but there was a stroking quality when he touched me in the course of the dance that I didn't quite like in someone I didn't know at all.
As I was walking back to the car, I wished that I had asked someone to walk with me. There were quite a few homeless folks (probably harmless) and other types wandering around, even though it was midnight.
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