The knock

I sighed in relief when the rhythmic beat of heavy bass started rumbling my floor. Our new neighbor downstairs enjoys a good song with a bass, I am finally not the only culprit for noise pollution in this apartment building. Oh, how I dreaded the 3 knock on the door.

I remember freshman year in university, whenever Jeff played music at inappropriate hours, we’d get a knock on the door from our next door floor mate to ask us nicely to turn down the music. Since I was never the culprit, I couldn’t understand why Jeff didn’t like the situation. She asked nicely and he did play at inappropriate times. It didn’t occur to me until it happened to me that the knock got associated to a few emotional responses that are related to the fight or flight response. The knock came, you have to deal with talking to your neighbor. Not to mention, terminating the song before you reach the emotional satisfaction you seek from the song.

I am managing most of my online presence after midnight now. My nights are not as lonely as the other soldiers of polyphasic sleep schedule because I have the cat as company. It’s also a good thing that my day job and my hobbies don’t involve the net as much, otherwise I’d drive myself crazy. In cases I do, I’d start experimenting with vegetarian cooking. The recipes I found online often involves a lot of mayonnaise, butter and heavy cream which, by my point of view, seems to defeat the purpose of being vegetarian to begin with. I always chuckle at my flat mate’s excessive use of butter and oil when she makes her meal. Whatever she made up in healthy selection of ingredient is offset by the fat used to spice up the taste.

Since Milo asked a few days ago about a logo (or months, I can’t tell anymore), I’ve been experimenting with different designs to end up with the ones below. Here they are, my first banners and the new favicon now bunkered in to everyone’s bookmarks. These are inspired by my cat’s tail and since this are my virgin designs, suggestions are welcome.