To the Batcave!
Amazon told me to expect these to arrive in mid-September, but here they are, barely three weeks after I first hit the submit button on my browser.
There’s no turning back now, not for this ageing web dev, and it may even sound pathetic to most of you young ‘uns yeah I mean you, Greg and Watson and all the rest of you MCPs, MCSDs and MCADs.
Time for me to head for the batcave and buckle down for some serious studying.
But first I gotta get past the ninth level in Zuma.
. . .
Joke 
Signs of Life
I may be semi-dead, but Visayan Dabawenya humor sure isn’t. Sam passed these on to me from one of his yahoogroups. They’ve apparently been passed on several times via email, but the original source is Witerary.com by photographer and wit Jojie Alcantara. Last time I checked witerary.com it had exceeded its bandwidth limit, which is evidence that the site is quite in demand.
I don’t think you have to be Dabawenya or Visayan at all to appreciate these. There were several photos in the series, but these are my top favorites:
Coming up for air (part xxx)
Hokay, enough of the browser grandstanding.
Have given up the vistered little theme, really nifty but so IE unfriendly, and have settled for this pretty daisy one, fresh looking like, good for ya and all that.
Have been neck deep in work both in the office and at home, with nary a moment to call my own except now (and when I’m asleep of course, but the sandman owns me then) and perhaps a few more minutes in the next couple of days.
Thankful that we’re staying healthy despite the weather (pwera buyag), Sam busy with his EAM stuff, Kuya Maui busy with school and Maia busy with the inevitable task of learning how to talk. Me the mom anticipating the possibility of my eldest son coming to stay and look for work, mother hen wistfully wishing her entire brood back under her wing again. Crossing my feathers.
Haven’t been in touch with friends (still hoping they will forgive), no bloghopping even not that luxury, but hope to traipse that way again soon. More so no contact with family save for the occassional reactions to text jokes and email hoaxes.
Wondering where to lock myself up for the MCAD/MCSD exams that I should be taking within the next 2 months; bought the reviewers on Amazon plus an encyclopedia thick Certification book for 70-310 from a real nice person I met via tipidpc.com. Been in a cave for the past couple of years when it comes to web development and design, need to stay in the cave just long enough to review and then come out ready to take the 90 minute cliffhanger–to press or not to press the submit button.
Or maybe I should try reading The Secret by Rhonda Byrne, and learn a thing or two.
I will be normal again. Soon. I hope.
Why I couldn’t go to work today
By the time I had informed the office that I wasn’t going to show up, the water level had risen to around six inches inside the house. Barely 10 minutes before this photo was taken I was still outside taking a video of the water rushing past the gates out on the street, and of our concrete garden sinking into the muddy waters. Good thing we had enough time to bring all electrical equipment onto dry table tops.
When Maia first saw the flood inside the house she exclaimed as clear as day “What’d you do?!” as if it were the entire household’s fault that her living room was under water. A few minutes later she stood on the stairs and kept calling out “Help! Help!” as her cartoon friends would when they were in trouble.
In the meantime, Kuya Maui had to find alternative means to amuse himself while he was unable to sit in front of the computer … and in retro fashion dug out his box of Lego blocks, which he hadn’t touched for more than a year.
The rain must have started in the wee hours of the morning. When I woke at a quarter to six it was the steady downpour that we feared. Steady downpours are dangerous in our area. Sudden squalls do not bring floods. It’s the slow and steady rain that doesn’t stop that eventually becomes the river outside the gate, and the tide that rushes into the house, leaving us with no alternative but to wait until it does stop.
We were still fortunate, of course, as we only had to wade in six inches of murky water. The area near the creek, just a turn from the nearest corner must have been waist deep. And to think the barangay had dug up our sidewalks just last June to put in their flood-control culverts under ground.
Barangay Vitalez, as you may well know by now, it didn’t work.
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