Category: conversations with basil

Watching the wrong board…

Sara

It is, as I type this, eighty-one degrees outside. It’s 30% humidity, windy, and we are under a Critical Fire Weather Watch. Yesterday I saw a news headline that claimed Minnesota has “no more signs of drought” because it rained last week. Makes sense. One of the bathroom faucets has a drip that keeps getting progressively worse and the handle is getting floppier by the day. Our kitchen faucet did that once upon a time…. Keep reading…Watching the wrong board…

Against the glass…

Sara

Minnesota Weather Update: It snowed. Two days in a row. We got about half a foot of snow, which is way more than the rest of this winter combined. Will we get more? It’s only the end of March, so we very well could. I’ve been digging around in my iTunes library because I still have a couple thousand files that have fucking DRM protection on them. Remember when songs you bought off iTunes were… Keep reading…Against the glass…

Tethered here together…

Sara

Basil: Hey! Remember that fanfiction you started a few years ago? Me: Could you be more general? Basil: You KNOW the one. Me: (I’m gonna regret this)……Why? Basil: WHAT. IF. Me: Please don’t. Basil: No, but what if. Me: Stop. Basil: Hear me out. Me: There are already FOUR iterations of that thing. Knock it off. Basil: Here’s number five. Me: Weren’t you hibernating for the winter? Basil: Nah. Winter’s over. I’m here to help… Keep reading…Tethered here together…

Kill the Lights…

Sara

It is currently 62 degrees outside. In February. In Minnesota. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. Anyway. I don’t remember when Basil the Gremlin Muse was officially created. I had ideas about a gremlin muse rolling around for a long time before I created a critter in the game Spore. The game came out in 2008 and the first mention I can find of Basil on the blog is in 2010. So he’s been around for at… Keep reading…Kill the Lights…

Move it to the exits…

Sara

March. Alright then. … Closing Time came out 25 years ago today. First of all, rude. Second, this means that this June marks twenty-five years since I graduated high school. Third, Hunter turned 25 years old in January. As I said, RUDE. … Last weekend marked four months since Joe died. We got together at my parents’ house on Saturday to celebrate my dad’s 80th birthday (the 5th). EIGHTY. Neither of my parents are interested… Keep reading…Move it to the exits…

Just setting a trap…

Sara

I still don’t like February. The last post was supposed to be the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats, but it turned in a direction I didn’t anticipate and dumping meaningless numbers at the end of it just felt stupid. But now I can fill up another page with things I thought I was going to write about last time. … I was looking at the calendar, wondering why the 13th was standing out as… Keep reading…Just setting a trap…