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John Is Not Spock Saturday, Dec. 27, 2008 - 12:14 a.m. My allergies have settled down into a nice annoying post-nasal drip. This is fine. As long as my grot stays above my clavicle, I'm all right with my medical circumstances. I've also opened and begun finally tackling and learning a new word processing / desktop publishing program -- well, new to *me* anyway -- called 'Pages' which is part of the iWork suite here on Mac OSX. My usual weapon of choice when it comes to desktop publishing is PageMaker, but it never morphed into anything for OSX, so I figured I better sit down and learn something NEW for the first time in fifteen damn years. And so I've been wrestling with it, and slowly coming to understand how to use it; they made it almost *too* idiot-proof, as there's not the fine-tuning in the leading and kerning categories that PageMaker has. However, if it's that or nothing, I'll keep on trying with Pages. I've already learned the importance of pressing 'save' after EVERY change. Grrrr. --- In other news, John officially has a goatee. When we dyed it on Christmas morning, it was like being visited by Santa Claus; it was nowhere to be seen, but then fifteen minutes later, there it was! Why? Because the grey/white hair in his beard has the same color value as his lovely gleaming alabaster Native San Franciscan skin, so when John was sitting across the room from me, the bottom half of his face looked like it was out of focus. But then on Thursday, he shaped it and we applied the colorant gel -- and presto! Instant Alternate Reality Husband! The new face fuzz has received favorable reviews, and John is trying like anything to be patient enough to cultivate the new crop long enough to go back to work and let his cow orkers see it before it goes away -- but I've told him that if he really can't stand it, he can shave it off. Which might just be the permission he needs to psyche himself into keeping it. We'll see how things go. --- Otherwise, nothing to tell. Hope you have a good Saturday. ---
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