Foolishness

Ever wonder how they made the images for all those stick figure warning signs? The ones with the little stick figure man falling down, being crushed, or otherwise incurring bodily harm?

Neither did I, but here's The Deadly Follies of Stick Figure Warning Man (and Family). Read, and learn.

Sleepy yet concerned

First of all, let me thank all of you who posted comments here; I very much appreciate your concern and good wishes.

I'm actually not particularly upset about not getting the job. I'm disappointed, to be sure, and I'm trying to keep a positive attitude. But I honestly didn't think I'd make the cut, although my self-assessment was because I thought I'd booted the technical screening, not the management interview. But so it goes.

Anyway, I have more important things to worry about than getting a job: angilong has had a fever of 101-103 for about three days now, and it's not getting better. I made an appointment at a nearby clinic for tomorrow morning, in case her fever doesn't break tonight. In the meantime I've been doing what I can to pamper her, because I know that when she's ill she wants and needs extra attention.

I stayed up all night (stupid me) in case there might be a problem, because I know how hard it is to wake me. I dozed for a couple of hours, once the older kids were awake and could respond to a potential emergency.

This weekend I'm heading to California to visit my daughter. I hope Angi's better by then, because I think her kids are also due to visit their respective dads, which means she'll be alone. Maybe the clinic will actually diagnose something treatable (as opposed to the default "it's a virus, let it run its course" when they can't figure it out) and she'll be mostly recovered by Friday afternoon.

Oh, and to the anonymous benefactor who paid for a year's membership to LJ: thanks, from the deepest reaches of my heart.