it's a convoluted mess
April. Apparently. We woke up to snow this morning and everything covered in white. By lunchtime it was over and melted and the sun was trying to shine. This has been the weirdest winter season we’ve had that I can remember. Technology is making me crabby. No, no. More than usual. …) Feedly doesn’t show ALT text for images that don’t load in an RSS feed. So there is no indication that there should be… Keep reading…Just keeps spinning round…
August. One month closer to the end of the festering hellscape that is summer (and Summertime SAD). Last year we still had the A/C running in October and if that happens again this year, I can’t be blamed if I start breaking shit. Week 125… People are still convinced it’s all over, except every single one of them seems to be catching The Plague, so… Anyway. O.A.R. dropped a new album. Matt Nathanson released a… Keep reading…Out on a ledge…
I couldn’t tell you exactly when I first heard Matt Nathanson, but I know it was right around the same time I discovered Ingram Hill—somewhere in the ballpark of 2003/2004 methinks. Beneath These Fireworks was his current album at the time and I really loved that disc, but it took a little time for the switch to flip and things to go from Hey I like this guy to ZOMG I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY…. Keep reading…Every song was an anthem…
…a padded room, most likely. Or hell. Or both. Anyway. By making one silly comment, Bob unwittingly gave me a really ridiculous idea for a story. Or at least for a set of characters I could potentially develop a really ridiculous story around. I don’t know that I could put together a full plot for it, but the gears are turning on how to make it work. If nothing else, I suppose I get a… Keep reading…Only got one place to go…
Do you have any idea what it’s like to walk down the hallway in the dark in the middle of the night and find a Tonberry in your path? Way more disturbing than it should be for a foot-tall stuffed animal. It’s after three in the morning. My mind is racing on a million different things. I might be starting to get a little bit tired, but it’s only fitting that sleep is giving me… Keep reading…Scratch ticket lottery…
Actually, no it doesn’t. It’s only 32 degrees outside. Dang. I had a dream about kissing Matt Nathanson. It was incredibly awkward. His wife was there and got [justifiably] pissed off. Matt didn’t seem to care (his actual words were I don’t care), but she started hucking Little Golden Books at me frisbee-style. Those suckers have sharp corners. Bob called me a home wrecker.* For the record: Matt totally started it. This is my brain… Keep reading…Feels like summer…