Monday, 25 February 2002

Slow as a dog - every now and then [like right now] Radio gets as slow as a dog. Is it just me or do others see this too? Maybe I need to switch to CSS too... 9:15:10 PM    Comments ()

Doing a Moult - I noticed that Burningbird reported that Allan Moult was going away for a while. Perhaps it's time to coin a new blogging term: "Doing the Moult" which nicely rhymes and has the same meaning as the Aussie phrase "Doing the bolt" - meaning to leave the scene. We look forward to your hasty return Allan. 9:12:31 PM    Comments ()

Comments - Thanks to Jonathon - I now have snazzy comments on my site. Something new to fret over - whether or not people will leave me a comment! Perhaps someone could tell me how I can make Radio send me an email whenever someone leaves a comment. Surely to goodness that's possible... 9:08:50 PM    Comments ()

Google - I'm content with my sites listing in Google again - for the moment. The Stand Out Training Company comes out as number one or two for all of the searches that I scoped as important (eg: "flash training sydney" and dreamweaver training melbourne"). We even rank number ten for the very generic "Macromedia Training". 9:07:03 PM    Comments ()

Mistakes - I ran a customer service workshop on Saturday, and managed to do my usual trick of making a spelling mistake. One of the women in the workshop (who was once a trainer for Grace Bros) told me a wonderful line that I will use over and over again. Oh. It's that blue marker - it always makes mistakes! 9:03:32 PM    Comments ()

Death - My grandmother is dying. The doctor says she only has about two or three weeks to live. Grandma is 79. I took my family to see her yesterday. She's living with my Mum and Dad. What struck me as amazing was the pace at which she is "going downhill." When Grandma first moved in with Mum and Dad she seemed fine. She'd been diagnosed with lung cancer and was undergoing treatment. My Grandma has always been a strong and independant woman. Granddad had died when I was five or six - some thirty years ago, and my grandmother had lived a solitary life ever since [except for the year she was married to el creepo]. She fought in the second world war in the Women's Auxillary and saw active service overseas. Always involved with community service, Grandma was a volunteer with the Royal Blind Society, Court Support and the Spastic Centre. Which was kind of odd - becasue she was never the doting grandmother or great grandmother. Easily annoyed and liking things "just so" Grandma stamped her forceful personality at every gathering she attended. I love my Grandma. She and I have always gotten on really well. And yesterday when I visited I did my usual bowl right up and start talking to people - no matter how sick or incapable of response they are. I asked her about the cricket and about the rose she had next to her. I asked about the massaging chair she was reclining in. I did note the pale color, the blood blisters all over her legs and the "little girl" look in her eyes. My mum was really surprised that she had answered me and we had a rudimentary conversation. But as the afternoon wore on, Grandma became more and more tired I guess - She would look as though she was going to answer me and then...not. When we finally said goodbye and left it was as though she didn't recognise me at all. There are secondaries of the cancer in her brain. What I found interesting was that all of the old, how should we say, "negative attributes" of her personality were gone and replace with a graciousness and peacefulness that I'd never seen in her before. You'd have to call it noble. 8:39:39 AM    Comments ()