seanthings

Poor little guy's got a cold, I think. He's a little feverish, among other things.
That said, when I got down on the floor today to see what he was up to it sounded like he was trying to say 'hey there' (which is something we say to him all the time); and when I was doing something he didn't care for I heard a very clear 'no' as he pushed me away. (For Seaners this is a veritable fountain of words.)

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He's learning to froghop (you know, when you put your hands down on the floor and jump with your back legs?) and jump without having his hands held, so he jumps everywhere now. Is still fascinated by phones (he's very intrigued by polyphonic cellphone rings especially.)

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The sleep is getting better (a totally regimental style schedule and micromanaging his sleep seems to help; wake up no later than nine, usually at 8:30, and only at most an hour and a half's nap).

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Do all kids take their pants off? I swear I can't turn around half the time without him taking his pants off. Should I /do/ something about this, given that he's due to start in some kind of daycare program in the fall?

Lunch with the Boss (continuation of 'webs and weaving')

(set soon after this.)
Computers, apparently, were recalcitrant bastards all across the galaxy. Anthony's work computer was a podlike yellow machine with nodules instead of buttons and a roundish screen that projected graphics into a three-dimensional interactive display. At least that was the idea, according to the manual.

The problem was that the damned thing would not boot. If it could be said that man and machine had a relationship, then theirs was a dysfunctional passive-aggressive one. He muttered darkly at it, threatening it with reinstalls and cajoling it with new memory, and instead it just sat there, the screen smarmily black and naked, as though it knew that it really had the upper hand in this.

Anthony sighed, his head falling in his hands. Great. Just great. It was only barely lunchtime on his second day on the job, the computer wouldn't start, and his boss hated him for some random reason he still couldn't figure out. Just thinking about yesterday's confrontation with Ryan, when he'd basically been told that he could feel free to leave at any time because he was a spoiled little brat, made his blood rise to a fine simmer.
( Continued. )

*blink*

Is that lauramcewan's name I see in barryblogfeed, or doth my eyes decieve me?

Serialized fiction

Yes, I know, my last attempt at serialized fiction still lies somewhat unfinished. But I know what I did wrong! I did too much at once (yes, I do still plan on finishing that, really) and I had a defined end and a defined beginning without an overly defined middle, thus boxing myself into too many corners that were too hard to work out of easily. Not to mention the individual sections I posted were probably too long - these promise to be about half that length in individual bites. So now I know (a) how to fix the other bit, and (2) how to /not/ get myself into that again! See? It's all about learning.
This will be different. I swear. More like hai_kah_uhk's Saga than my usual stuff.
So different that I even started a whole new community for it: 7sinsspinning. (Note that you actually have to join, not just watch.) I'm doing my best to be LINEAR here! And not jump the hell all over the place! It's a whole new world! Quite literally.
(Actually I think of it more as a literary webcomic: I love webcomics, but I can't draw for nothing. So this is my bastardized version of a webcomic.)
So if you want to hear the best bits of the new Rigel system pieces ... well, that's where they'll be.
And there's already the first part up there, too. :-D