The House That Silence Built

I feel a little guilty at the moment. I finished laying out two DVD projects, so they're good to burn -- and submit for approval, which I would imagine to be the step after burning -- only I can't, because the boss is out sick and he's the one I'd give them to.

Good grief, what is it about this post that attracts spammers? Tonight made a solid half-dozen, where none of my others posts have ever attracted one. I feel like I ought to lock it against comments.

I've been thinking about migrating to another blogging service -- Blogger, probably, although I'm still attracted by the thought of setting my own domain.

Accomplished so very little at work today. Someone found a head-cleaning tape, allowing me to get one tape digitized. Unfortunately, the problem cropped again with the second and couldn't be rectified. I felt rather guilty about twiddling my thumbs and browsing RSS feeds, but I didn't know what else to do with myself.