So that sucked.
1. I got lost on the way into Philly. Twice.
2. The gas stations here don't have little shops like the rest of the world. They do not carry AA batteries for the C-P's wireless mic.
3. Apparently, neither do the 7-11s.
4. Commuters have to pay $3 to get on the bridge into Philly. My driver-side window doesn't roll down.
5. It is an unsung law that as soon as you jump out of the car, balance yourself by stringing a video camera bag, tripod bag, laptop bag and purse around your shoulders and start to limp towards a building that is far too far away ... it will start down pouring.
6. I happened to be wearing cloth slippers. I also happen to abhor wet feet.
7. I forgot the firewire cable at the office.
8. The C-P executive editor, my boss' boss' boss, offers to bring it to me. There was no hate in his eyes, but god knows I'm two shits away from getting fired.
9. My wireless signal dies as soon as all parts are present.
10. The video feed is patchy at best.
WAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
So I'm about 80% done with my last school project EVER. (Unless, of course, I decide to take Gannett up on free tuition and go for my masters.) The task? Create a web site accessible to those with vision, auditory, motor, perceptual and seizure disorders. I think I might be missing a defect here...
Anyway, it looks like crap, but what do you expect? I've a social distribution report to mock up for the Courier-Post, a Twitter report to finalize and a DRPA meeting to film this week.
Even though tonight may be the last chance I have to work on it ... fuck it. I'm going to eat Chipotle and watch Dexter with Keith. Everyone needs a break at some point. Plus Keith's couch has reclining seats. It's 2025 baby!
He's Kamina-sama, the silencer of crying children. One of my favorite mens in the animes. (Don't worry, there are few animated non-living males that tug at my heart strings.)
