I didn’t use every color I had, but I came close. Combination of new markers and old markers. I like squiggly lines.
Today is my last day in the Raleigh Newsroom. One of my coworkers celebrated 12 years with News 14/Time Warner Cable News today. My 10 year work anniversary happens in August. I’ve been here to see the station change names, go from 4:3 and giant backup tapes to 16:9 and digital HD. When I started, we made our traffic maps ‘by hand’ in Illustrator and Photoshop using templates that we modified. Not too long after I started, we switched to Curious Maps (thank the gods). When I started we only had the one building, and now we’re in Charlotte, Greensboro and Wilmington. I don’t even remember what software we had before we moved from VizRt to Chyron, but it was a pain in the butt. Sometimes the only surface indication that something has gone wrong was the sight of a news director dashing past the cubes, but even that hasn’t happened in years. We went from burnt coffee pots to a k-cup machine and I kept going with my “Last Pot Brewed” dry erase comics, which people liked more than I first realized. On top of that, no one I’ve talked to here even feels like they could ‘take over’, which equally surprises me. I’m sort of happy to be with the same company for 10 years, but I’m looking forward to the next adventure.
I applied for a contract job that needs 3D models pumped out. They want Maya and Max, but I’m hoping Lightwave could work for them too. (crosses fingers)
My boss had my regular workstation/computer moved to Charlotte and it’s going to be all ready for me when I come into work Sunday at the Charlotte Newsroom. My office decorations are all packed up and ready to go with me out the door today. I have a box of duplicate markers that I’m leaving here just in case someone wants to draw on the board too.
It’s pretty awesome that my bosses were not only willing to do this for me, but they moved it along pretty fast. The new drive won’t be much longer than the old drive to work, and I can still miss the rush hour because of my crazy schedule not changing.
We move the cats this weekend too. This will be interesting. I hope life continues to be interesting.
For my local D&D group.
For the past six months or so I’ve been running a 3.5 D&D group. I had only attempted to DM once before, and frankly, I was terrible at it. My husband had run the 3.5 Ravenloft module a few years back, and since I had so much fun with it, I thought I’d give it a shot myself. So far I feel like I’m doing a much better job at running games in general, and my players are actually enjoying themselves, despite the repeated deaths of the barbarian. In my defense, he really aught to stop bashing down every door in sight. Every tool is an axe and every problem is something that needs to be killed with said axe. Dwarves, I swear to god. Where was I?
In about 2 weeks, the game will be over, for two reasons. One, my party is finally right outside the lair of the master vampire, and two, I’m moving to Charlotte on June 13th, or there about.
Hubby accepted a position just outside of Charlotte some eight months ago, with plans for me to move there eventually. My boss has okay’d me working from Charlotte, so there I go.
I’m excited and terrified. I knew change would have to come sooner or later, and I’ve had quite a bit of time to prepare for the move. Gods willing, we’ll be packing up all three cats and migrating them to our new primary residence in a few short weeks. I’m sure they’re going to love the trip. Cats love trips. (no, they really don’t). Okay, I’m not really terrified, but it will be interesting.
I’m also sad because I just found a new barn to ride at, but we’ll be back from time to time so hopefully I’ll have some time to squeeze in weekend lessons.
A cat post. It had to happen sooner or later. Meet Lieutenant McFluffypants.
Louie here is 19 years old this year. That’s roughly six billion in cat years. Here’s a shout-out to you, buddy, I hope you stick around for another 20 years, cause you aren’t allowed to die. My world would end.
He was adopted by my husband in ’96 from the Wake County Animal Shelter, and he was already almost an adult then, probably about a year old but no one knows for sure. He’s at the vet here for his usual check-ups and a refill of his allergy and arthritis/pain drugs. His vet says he has the heart and lungs of a much younger cat, plus no signs of anything bad about to happen – knock wood – but he is legitimately is old as dirt so we’ll keep a close eye on him.
Here’s to you, Louie. Keeping being a kitty.