I finally managed to pull up the blinds in the morning without scaring all the birds away from the feeders. Normally the cats are looking at me like “gee, thanks, dumbass.” Now they’re entranced by the dozens and dozens of
Cross-medium inspiration
I’ve been getting creatively inspired a lot lately. I already talked about going to hear the Peter Plagens lecture at the Frist and how creatively inspiring that was, but then on Thursday night we went to the Société Anonyme show
Thanks, Josh Ritter, for getting me ready for Monday
Monday is the anniversary of my dad’s death, again. It was a reflective time for me last year and it’s looking like it will be the same this year. I can tell because last night we went to see Josh
No really, gravelly crap
Just sang on a scratch demo we need to send off to an artist we’re writing for. Gawd, I hate doing that. My voice sounds like gravelly crap. Gravelly crap with a clothespin clipped onto my nose. I was going
Odds and ends: the weekend recovery edition
I’m so lame. I never got around to posting on Blog Action Day. But my excuse is that I’ve had a real roller coaster of a week. I went from, well, managing myself on Monday to having two direct reports
Karsten at Oktoberfest
Check out the pic of Karsten and our neighbor Jeff at Oktoberfest. Taken by the lovely and talented Sheila at A Blessed Mess.
I’ve sorted out my stupid mistakes! (Well, at least one of them.)
A backed-up iTunes library is a good, good thing. Except when you screw up and back up your iTunes library to several different copies over several backup attempts, and then find yourself having to comb through each backup copy and
What’s next? Will they trade orange for pink?
I’m kind of annoyed about the news that Home Depot is opening new stores aimed at women, but not nearly as annoyed as I am that they’re calling them “Her Depot.” I mean, seriously, wtf? I worked at Home Depot
Half-wrong? Mostly right? Natural or unnatural? Who cares if it’s funny!
Over at Music City Bloggers, we’re debating choice and levels of wrongness, among other things. Meanwhile over at the Onion, they get it half-right — well, mostly wrong, but still funny. (That last one reminds me of a postcard I
Good question!
Someone hit my site from Google looking for “nicknames for Karsten.” Man, I wish I could tell you. Aside from “The Hammer,” which is really specific to my Karsten, I don’t really have anything for you. Karsty? He’d sneer at