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Casey/Male/31-35. Lives in United States/California/San Francisco/The Mission, speaks English and  . Spends 80% of daytime online. Uses a Faster (1M+) connection.
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Saturday, October 19, 2002

Blue. No, yel--Auuuuuuuugh!

Animating Holiday CalendarI envy people who can make decisions easily. My decisions are made at the last minute, and while they appear to have been completely arbitrary, the decision-making process leading up it has generally been long and convoluted. Sometimes this includes visual aids, as you see on the right. That is how I made decisions today about holiday vacations. I eventually gave up trying to plan with an actual paper calendar and highlighter pens, because after ten tries I still couldn't get it quite right and figured I was just wasting time and paper. (Of course I also couldn't I decide on the days off I wanted, which didn't help.) However, it should be noted that when I started working digitally, everything became clear. I'm not sure if I had just worked it all out already, or if, somehow, the change in medium was enough to organize my thinking. Oh, yeah, right; as if all of my problems could be solved through careful application of Lempel-Zev-Welch Compression.

Well, actually...it might be worth a shot.

This is all probably indicative of something, but I'm sure it's nothing I didn't already know.

01:58 AM PST (link)

Wednesday, October 16, 2002

An Olfactory Malkovich.

Do you smell bacon? I keep smelling bacon. In the kitchen, in my closet(!), at the office, on the street. Bacon, bacon, bacon. It's strange. I finished that vegetarian bacon last week (verdict: don't bother) but even with the package sealed, I'd been smelling bacon around me. Everywhere. That bacon scent. The bacon surrounds me. You don't smell that? I smell it. Bacon. Hm.

05:41 PM PST (link)

Tuesday, October 15, 2002

Doesn't Mean They're Not Out To Get Me.

Why was everyone on the train was staring at me this morning? My fly was closed today; I checked. Did I have a zit, and Pustulio was commanding them? What?  (See More)

08:12 PM PST (link)

Monday, October 14, 2002

Hasty Retreat.

Chopped olive sandwich on sourdough. OK, so lunch today is kind of far off my "diet" but I'm hungry and have to eat something. I'm not doing actual work today, just watching user testing for the buzzword usability and watching users shred apart the work I did last week. I'm taking it as a point of pride that an ad I mocked up actually elicited the sound "Yeuck!" from someone today—I've achieved my goal here. People told me that user testing is humbling; they weren't kidding.

01:11 PM PST (link)


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