Couple of things I pondered tonite… one was how I don’t really browse illustration sites anymore. Well, not as frequently as I used to. Poor Artbeatstreet… little ghost town/site. I suppose the interviews are still cool, although I’m sure there’s probably a few dead linkolas.

The other thing that I was remembering, was when FMG was in its prime, what a big deal it was when “someone used my graphics illegally” – ooooo, I used to get so perturbed, and all of my faithful visitors used to send scathing emails to the guilty party who was “stealing my bandwidth!” Heck, Moosie even called me from Alaska to console me when someone copied my entire site into theirs.

For some reason, I wound up on Copyscape tonite, and hence, was reminded of the above. Yes, there were a couple of web businesses that copied my ‘info page’ from Ink2Art… pretty much word-for-word. geesh. Annoying? yes. Am I worried about it? no. Dorks.

Anyway… I was going to tell you something else, can’t remember what it was now.

Vince is doing well. He moved to the VA Hospital for insurance reasons, so I won’t get to see him as often. But he’ll be ok. Just kind of bummed out now… all of the other life stuff that’s going on around him, in spite of his accident, that he can’t tend to right now. ya know?

OH, know what else? My hospital is finally going totally smoke-free. The only one in town that hasn’t yet. November 16th. That’s it baby. I’m rather looking forward to it, in a twisted kind of way. It will give me the impetus I need to just do it. Having boundaries and restrictions is actually a good thing for me. But I am definitely going the Chantix route. I’ve heard nothing but positive things about it…

Funny – as I’m talking about this smoking thing, I can’t help but remember last time I quit and how I inspired Lisa. Still smoke-free Lisa? I read an entry when you were feeling a little weak. Isn’t it amazing that after how long, people sometimes start smoking again. Can’t have that 1st one, or it’s a done deal. At least for me it is/was.

I s’pose. Better get to bed. Hubby still has a minor fit when I come to bed late. Tonite, after one of his smart ass remarks about putting a bed in my office so I don’t ever have to leave the room, I asked him if after I turn 21, will I get to stay up later?? geesh, what the hell’s the difference?

Oh well, such is life. C’yall next time.