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Feb. 10th, 2006 04:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
st_aurafinaI'm feeling very frazzled, not sleeping well, worried about things at work.
When I'm stressed, I find list-making to be very calming, so I'm working hard on my PB Wiki. I've been listing planets and systems that are involved in my Star Trek RPG, and now I'm working on people.
It's very interesting to work up a database of Starfleet personnel. Do I list them by name, rank or race? (Answer: name, and race, but not rank, because that may change.) And what naming system? First name, then surname? Surname then first name? (Answer: the first name that you say, regardless of whether it's the first name or the surname.) And we will speak not of the race that I created who change their names from time to time, depending on life cycle and profession. Why do I do this to myself? (Answer: I am a glutton for punishment.)
Wiki uses a system where any word surrounded by square brackets becomes a link to a page of that name. So anytime I use the words [Jean-Luc Picard], a link will be formed that connects to my Jean-Luc Picard page. You have to spell consistently, which can be a problem for me, as my spelling is rather fluid.
I find it easiest to type up a block of text, then go through and put the square brackets around all the important words. If they connect to a page with information on it, the square brackets disappear and the word turns blue, just like on Wikipedia. It's really incredibly satisfying.
PB Wiki is the place where you can sign up for a Wiki of your own. It's free, which is cheaper than therapy.
A strange thing happened two nights ago. I was half asleep, it was close to dawn, and I felt Ajax walk across the bed and settle down on my ankles. I knew it was him, I recognised his tiny, dainty footsteps. This is all very strange because firstly, my bedroom door is always closed to keep the cats out, and secondly because Ajax has been dead since early December. It was probably a dream, or one of those sensory echoes that the mind generates as part of the grieving process. Whatever, it was nice, peaceful.
I couldn't tell you at the time,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilacsigil, because it all sounded so silly when I was actually saying it, but I patted the air where he was lying. You know, just in case it was him.
When I'm stressed, I find list-making to be very calming, so I'm working hard on my PB Wiki. I've been listing planets and systems that are involved in my Star Trek RPG, and now I'm working on people.
It's very interesting to work up a database of Starfleet personnel. Do I list them by name, rank or race? (Answer: name, and race, but not rank, because that may change.) And what naming system? First name, then surname? Surname then first name? (Answer: the first name that you say, regardless of whether it's the first name or the surname.) And we will speak not of the race that I created who change their names from time to time, depending on life cycle and profession. Why do I do this to myself? (Answer: I am a glutton for punishment.)
Wiki uses a system where any word surrounded by square brackets becomes a link to a page of that name. So anytime I use the words [Jean-Luc Picard], a link will be formed that connects to my Jean-Luc Picard page. You have to spell consistently, which can be a problem for me, as my spelling is rather fluid.
I find it easiest to type up a block of text, then go through and put the square brackets around all the important words. If they connect to a page with information on it, the square brackets disappear and the word turns blue, just like on Wikipedia. It's really incredibly satisfying.
PB Wiki is the place where you can sign up for a Wiki of your own. It's free, which is cheaper than therapy.
A strange thing happened two nights ago. I was half asleep, it was close to dawn, and I felt Ajax walk across the bed and settle down on my ankles. I knew it was him, I recognised his tiny, dainty footsteps. This is all very strange because firstly, my bedroom door is always closed to keep the cats out, and secondly because Ajax has been dead since early December. It was probably a dream, or one of those sensory echoes that the mind generates as part of the grieving process. Whatever, it was nice, peaceful.
I couldn't tell you at the time,
lilacsigil, because it all sounded so silly when I was actually saying it, but I patted the air where he was lying. You know, just in case it was him.