DC Weather

It wasn’t a week ago that the temperature here was 70 degrees in middle of January. 70 degrees! I pretended I was a groundhog and didn’t see my own shadow and announced that there will be no more cold weather from now on. We’re gonna have early spring and let’s see these cute legs showing when girls start wearing super shorts, or is it short shorts? Whatever, you know what I mean. I made plans to play disc golf that weekend and will not need to wear a jacket, maybe I’ll even wear shorts myself. Then the next day… the temperature sunk like the Titanic ship, literally, to like 30’s. Waah. And a couple of days later, my little blue number in the system tray says it’s 17 Fahrenheit and feels like 2 with the wind chill, dew point, baromoter and whatnot. :-( Too cold to play disc golf. And the weather forecasts say it’ll get a tad warm between 30’s and 40’s. Still not warm enough to see these cute legs to come out.

The Superstar and I

I glance at the alarm clock by the bed where I’m lying on, with my left swollen foot propped in ice and the clock just turns past 11:00 pm. Ok, the Sportscenter is on now, flipping the channel to the show. Ah, basketball highlights. The Lakers are playing against the Cavaliers. Oh, Kobe is down? The video clip shows that after he rebounded the ball, his shoes fell on an opponent’s shoes and his ankle bent 90 degrees. Out of the game indefinitely, with only six minutes left in the first quarter. Then, I looked back to my left foot…

Two days ago, I sneaked myself onto Gallaudet campus, with my silver car and my youthful face that could easily belong to one of the freshmen, even I’ve graduated from college and one more month left to having lived 24 years of life on Earth, to play basketball at the gym. I got into the gym and saw a bunch of blacks already playing basketball. Every time I’ve been there, I see but blacks players there. Where’s the others? They must be busy playing poker or in a drinking game somewhere. Anyway, I warmed myself up by just shooting jumpers, from the free-throw line, three-point line, the corners, use the glass, fadeaway jumpers. Then, I was stopped by a black guy who asked me if I wanna play scrimmage with dem. I said ok sure. We took turns to see who could make the three point first to be the captain. One big black guy with “power forward” body made the first three-pointer, and I was next. Swoosh—I was the second captain. Time to pick the team. I picked the white guy who thinks he’s Eminem. No, I didn’t pick him cuz he was white—I picked him cuz he’s a hustle player and has some touch to his shooting. The rest of the team, I let “Eminem” make recommendations cuz he knows them better than I do, then I picked them. Time to play ball. Except they were arguing whether if we should play full-court cuz only 4 vs 4, not five players. The “power forward” obviously didn’t want to run on long court and he insisted on playing half-court only. None of us wanted to mess with him so we went ahead his decision to play half-court. After a couple of baskets scored between us, one guy on my team lost his man and he was wide open at the corner; he got the ball and he’s gonna shoot the ball. I wasn’t going to give him an easy look so I left my man, ran to the opposite side and tried to block his shot. The ball just sailed over my outstretched arm. As the gravity welcomed us back, my left foot dropped on his f—- shoes, whacked!. I arrived onto the floor lying. “Son of a b—” I said. Sprained ankle, god, I hate sprained ankles. I couldn’t get up—the pain was too great, so I crawled like a baby to the wall and told my team to get a substitute. Out of the game indefinitely.

The latest report on Kobe Bryant’s sprained ankle showed that x-ray was negative but he will have MRI tomorrow to determine if ligaments are torn. I looked at my ankle again. The only treatment I gave my foot was an ice and two pills of advil. I didn’t have a damn crutches or aircast to hold my ankle upright and I have to limp all the way to work yesterday, today and tomorrow too. I ain’t surprised if five or six doctors have already looked at Kobe’s ankle by the time I make it to work. Eh, the superstar and me.

Now, the Sportscenter is showing NFL playoffs previews…

In perpetual construction

For some reasons, I seem to have a severe deficiency, or severely lack the ability to complete a project. I get started on something yet I never finish it. It’s as if there is no finish line for me to finally cross and say “Yes, I finished it.” I started designing my new website when I bought a domain address under my name last summer—around July or August. And it’s been in “construction” ever since. I changed from movable to blogger, back to movable, then changed to WordPress. I have to re-learn codes since they differ in publishing and functions. Now, it’s been a week since I’ve started digging into WordPress after I decided that it will be my primary blog tool (the best part is no waiting for the static pages to be updated). The current progress is somewhere between 40% and 50%. I realize that since design is an appearance, you have to spend an exceptional amount of time on tweaking your look. You don’t try on one dress and said “Yes, this is the dress.” You try on different dresses ( I hope to God not in a number of hundreds) to find the look you think is the best. So, this applies to web design that I’ve been playing and experimenting with different designs. But the problem is that while you can get in and out of the dress and put on another, you can’t do the same with design. You have to come up with ideas and create a rough draft in Photoshop or Fireworks, then implement the design into CSS and see how it looks. If it doesn’t work out the way you’d like it, then you go back to square one and start all over. This can take up a lot of time and factor that with my lack of ability to finish a project. Now you see why it’s taking up so long. :/

So far, I think this design is the one. I hope to finish this design soon and hopefully, at last, to cross the finish line.


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