Out Like a Lamb
March 24th, 2004Where did March go? Holy crap, it’s the 24th.
Currently wearing: lame jeans, itchy blue wool sweater, the best shoes in the whole wide world.
Currently reading: Memoir Of A Geisha by Arthur Golden [almost done. Any suggestions for my next up?]
Currently listening to: Art Deco Series’ Lovely Ladies of Stage & Screen – which includes a number by one of my favorites, Alice Faye.
Currently hopped up on: Sugar, sweet sweet sugar.
Currently fantasizing about: Walking around without a coat.
Where have I been for the last two weeks? Where are the damn updates promised on the front page?
I can explain myself in three little words: Work, work, and work. Two weekends this month full of work. Every day in the office packed with paper cuts, letters, and neck pain.
This last mailing was a 2,500 piece, completely personalized doozy. That means hand-addressing all of the outer envelopes, hand-signing all of the letters, and folding, stuffing, and and sticking first-class stamps on it all. I am so tired.
But now that it is shuttling through the letter slots and mailboxes of the greater Chicago area, and I am content to kick back and rel- oh, no I’m not. There are always more appeals where this one came from. Thankfully though, the next two are (mostly) hands-free, mail house projects, and sort of interesting.
For instance, I’ve spent the morning working on our Mother’s Day Appeal – a greeting card-type mailing, involving – get this – COLOR! Now then, by “working on” what I really mean is wrestling with Adobe Illustrator to create the artwork. And “wrestling” is no hyperbole. Imagine if you will, a girl battling the will of a machine, entrenched in the epic struggle of human versus software. This was my morning.
Though I am a creative gal, I am certainly not trained in design, so therefore my work in Illustrator is similar to how a cat might work with a toaster – mostly I’m frightened by it; once in a while I get entranced by my reflection in the shiny surface [of my monitor]; and it all ends it my getting burned.
(Did I just make a cat/toaster simile? I am so tired.)
But I must soldier on because at the end of this day, I have four days off. Four days, mes amies.
And perhaps somewhere in those four days, I will find the time to re-vamp the FAQ and About A Girl pages. Perhaps I’ll find my half-coded Links page and get that up. Maybe I’ll finally pull-together and polish those picture galleries and wedding stories.
Or maybe I’ll just lie around in my SuperGirl pajamas and watch Shirley Temple movies. Only time will tell.
Thanks for dropping by. I'm Meg, and I write offbeat stories about media and the culture that shapes us.





Time well earned in Supergirl jammies, in more ways than one. I hear you about self-taught computer knowledge. Thankfully I have The boy to do most of the heavy lifting for me. Soldier on, my Meg. Oh, and I bookmarked that sneaker link – The boy wants a pair of fun navy blue Chucks – he may love these even more.. Thanks a million.
You indeed sound haggered. Take some time for yourself. I wish you lots of R & R.
HUGS
eternal vigilance is the price of democracy…
eternal fundraising is the price of vigilance.
keep fighting the good fight, and enjoy the weekend.