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So the thing about setting up a wordpress account so I could save drafts and ultimately schedule posts is that now I have a dozen and a half drafts sitting in the queue, and they're all waiting for me to download/edit pictures from my camera. Whoops.
This weekend has been occupied by sewing for D*C and redesigning the website for my town's environmental commission (which is supposedly done in Drupal, but looks like late 90s HTML?) Whatever, I'm re-doing it in Wordpress. Right now it's not being updated at all, so that's the priority, and my Drupal skills aren't exactly stellar. Shifting the minimal content over to Wordpress is easier, I can work on my Drupal skills later.
I also finished Overdressed: The shockingly high cost of cheap fashion this week, which I haven't posted a review for yet but I'd highly recommend (though it didn't go in depth as much as I'd prefer). I hit up the thrift store the next morning for shirts to practice tailoring on before I mess up any of my own, slightly-ill-fitting-but-wearable-to-work clothing.
In other news, I need to vent about my coworker who leaves his lights on all the damn time. I have switched off his office overhead lights more than half of the days that I've worked at this place, because I leave after him. What a lazy ass, seriously. It's a fucking light switch.
This weekend has been occupied by sewing for D*C and redesigning the website for my town's environmental commission (which is supposedly done in Drupal, but looks like late 90s HTML?) Whatever, I'm re-doing it in Wordpress. Right now it's not being updated at all, so that's the priority, and my Drupal skills aren't exactly stellar. Shifting the minimal content over to Wordpress is easier, I can work on my Drupal skills later.
I also finished Overdressed: The shockingly high cost of cheap fashion this week, which I haven't posted a review for yet but I'd highly recommend (though it didn't go in depth as much as I'd prefer). I hit up the thrift store the next morning for shirts to practice tailoring on before I mess up any of my own, slightly-ill-fitting-but-wearable-to-work clothing.
In other news, I need to vent about my coworker who leaves his lights on all the damn time. I have switched off his office overhead lights more than half of the days that I've worked at this place, because I leave after him. What a lazy ass, seriously. It's a fucking light switch.