Sympathetic Peristalsis

[elfs]

Well, today started out a pretty good day. I have finally started to master the fundamentals of inter-document communication with Javascript and the Document Object Model. I was able to make reasonably modal popups and populate their insides with messages from other windows. It's rather nifty. There are things they don't tell you, like that the javascript functions you define in-line become elements of the document property that can be referred to using Javascript syntax but not DOM syntax, but I figured that out.

I also wrote 1500 words or so at lunch, which was pretty good. Nothing like yesterday where I was freaking on fire with the writing (50 WPM non-stop for a whole hour!), but then I had gotten past the sex scene and things were slowing down in the story as well.

When I got home, for reasons I shall not go into, Omaha and I decided to go out and celebrate something or other. We went to The Claimjumper, an "American Food" palace that serves meals so big that I have referred to it as the American vomitorum. I had a burger that I couldn't finish, and Omaha took home half her meal. Kouryou-chan, on the other hand, finished her huge, thick grilled-cheese sandwich and then went on to help Omaha kill off part of her sundae. It was "the smallest one," and it was still too much for two people.

We stopped by the bookstore and I picked up Dynamic HTML, 2nd edition. It's a freaking phone book, but I needed it (and I can write it off on my taxes as a professional library expense!).

Apparently that much rich food was too much for Kouryou-chan. When we got home, we started right into her bedtime ritual. I went downstairs to plug my planner and phone into their chargers while Omaha tried to get her ready for a bath. Then I heard Omaha shout, "Elf! I need a little help up here!"

Kouryou-chan had hurled.

It went everywhere. Onto the carpet in the changing room and again, as we were herding her to the bathroom, all along the wall, the doorjamb of the bathroom door, the rug outside, the floor inside. We got her to drive the porcelain bus for a little while and she got rid of the rest, but damn, that was nasty. I kept having serious sympathetic peristalsis pains and had to run and get fresh air between getting the bathroom mess and the changing room mess cleaned up with tons and tons of Resolve carpet cleaner.

Aren't children wonderful?

Comments

[riverheart.livejournal.com]

Bleah!

[sillydragon.livejournal.com]

We stopped by the bookstore and I picked up Dynamic HTML, 2nd edition. It's a freaking phone book, but I needed it (and I can write it off on my taxes as a professional library expense!).

I really need to look into doing that too. I buy computer books way too often. }:)