PEACHFRONT SPEAKS

Recent entries july 4, 2018 - 2018-07-04 the triangle continues of courtney, boobear, & nyota - 2018-07-03 Cookie so cute telling, "Hello" to sparrows - 2018-07-01 lovebirb in love - 2018-06-30 wren with fluffffff - 2018-06-24 Read my new book, The 10 Best Things You Can Do For Your Bird at Amazon or at many other fine distributors like Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, and more. By public demand, and after a delay of an embarrassing number of years, I've finally put my notorious essay, Ender and Hitler: Sympathy for the Superman, free on the fabulous internets. A bibliography of my published books and stories. Here's a simple card-counting FAQ to get you up to speed on the basics. Here's the true story of the notorious DD' blackjack team, told for the first time on the fabulous internets. No other team went from a starting investor's bankroll of zero to winning millions of dollars. A Sadean take on Asimov's classic Three Laws of Robotics can be found in Roger Williams' NOW REVIEWED ON SLASHDOT!!! The Metamorphosis of Prime Intellect. Adult readers only please -- explicit sex and violence. For updates on the "Dead Tree Project" and other topics, you may visit the official fan site, Passages in the Void.. My Bird Lists -- My Louisiana State Life List, My Yard List and, tah dah, My World Life List. HEY! What happened to the Peachfront Conure Files? The world's only OFFICIAL Peachfront Conure site now features free peachfront conure coverage, including a magazine length Intro to Conures previously published in American Cage-Bird Magazine, now free on the web. I offer the best free Peachfront Conure information on the internet. If you have great Peachfront Conure info, stories, or photos to share, contact me so I can publicize your pet, your breeding success, your great photograph, etc. on my site. Thanks.

demanding airheaded designers 2003-03-07 - 7:19 p.m. Whew. Another day on the job. In case the charcoal gray was too much for them as I pointed out the problems with their host, their template, and their access (or lack thereof) to picture hosting and links, I wore a lavender suede skirt suit with the purple snakeskin boots. I provided them with a rough draft of the company history and gave them my vision for the look and feel of the company web page -- if only their weird-ass host could reframe from 1) locking me out of the ability to create new pages, and 2) locking me out of the picture hosting, and 3) adding weird characters to my HTML even when I'm not using their truly pathetic WYSIWYG interface. I am now officially a bitchy, whiny creative genius. I hope they are not too upset. In any case, even if they decide to use someone else in the future who thankfully lacks a vision for the look and feel of their web page, I think I've gotten them off to a nice start. In the meantime, I have a few days off while they straighten out the mess made by their host. Ha. I might have forever off if they decide it's easier not to deal with me. Time will tell. I have to admit to laughing out loud at one point yesterday as I was struggling for a felicitous phrase to transition from the 1940s to the 1970s in the company history, and the phrase that kept coming to mind was, "I think I'll eat a banana nut muffin. That's a good muffin." In case anyone is reading this who isn't personally known to me and therefore operating in full awareness of my quirks -- and who is therefore saying, Just what kind of dreadfully over-busy webpage could possibly be designed by this mutant?, let me explain my philosophy of web-writing. A personal site, like this one, should be a scrapbook of whatever I feel like sticking there. It should be as crowded as a Victorian curio cabinet. But, just as I wouldn't dress at the office the way I dress in Vegas -- well, except for the purple snakeskin boots, which are really a basic, c'mon, admit it -- then I do know the difference between personal and business presentation. On a completely different topic, you know that John Lennon/Yoko Ono album, Two Virgins? If it was me and BF, it would be called, Two Airheads. BF forgot to pick up his paycheck yesterday and, while he forgets it on a regular basis, I was actually there and should have done my duty as a female and reminded him and all that good happy stuff. But I didn't. I completely forgot and would have never remembered until I checked the calendar, where I have scrawled the word PAY every other Thursday, ever since the time when we misplaced one of his paychecks for six or eight weeks and didn't even notice until it turned up in the back of his lunchbox or something. If we weren't officially weird already, we are now. back - next All Rights Reserved, Copyright 2002-2017 by Elaine Radford