Thanks to Cali4Beach’s excellent set of instructions on how to add a favicon (the picture next to the url), I have added a favicon to the site! I may change it at some point in the future, but for now, I’ve used a rendering of my parrot’s head. I thought that it would be colorful and distinctive enough to look less blobular than a more pertinent (pertinence? HA!) icon would be.
At this point, I must say that I would have loved to have access to a program like Adobe Illustrator. I used it briefly for a high school Multimedia class and it is perfect for logos. Since it is vector-based instead of bitmap-based, resizing an image was a breeze. With photoshop, I created my 16×16 pixel file and zoomed in so I could work on it. However, what resulted was something I feel I could perfect if I had more patience and a vector program.
Anyhow, I suppose I should post something a little more amusing while I’m here. I spent most of the day hanging out with my mom. I walked Jack at some point, watched a couple movies with the Erin that lives three houses down, and finally, decided to get Birby out.
To do this, I had to put the dog in his kennel (long ago, I would have let him out (he would have LOVED that), but my parents want to sell this house, so we can’t let him tear up the grass with his spastic running). Poor Jack. He never goes into the kennel unless he has done something wrong.
I slipped a couple treats in there with him, as much to alleviate my own guilt as to make him feel better about the entire ordeal. I mean, it’s a sad situation that I have to punish one pet to make the other happy. However, since Birby rarely gets out of the cage anymore (I’m one of three people in my family who can handle him and Dad’s work hours are crazy), this needed to be done.
I put Birby on my shoulder and commenced… doing relatively nothing. Birby is a curious little thing and it was all I could do to keep him from climbing up my arm and onto a shelf when I was putting away the glasses from the dishwasher. He then climbed down the collar of my shirt and clung by a single toenail so he might be able to reach what I was holding.
I kept him out for a while (I am STILL surprised he didn’t get mad at me until I tried putting him back in the cage. That’s always an ordeal since he bites. So I have to use a brown towel. He’s got no problem with the brown towel as long as we’re not touching it. Otherwise, he associates it with his two least favorite activities: being put back into the cage and getting his beak and wings trimmed.
All of that excitement tired him out. He’s sleeping really soundly now: