it's a convoluted mess
It’s August. July is the worst and it’s finally over, but then there’s still August and that’s just pouring isopropyl in an open wound. Anyway. I have written a lot of expletive-laden tirades about technology and software and I had another rant started and then I had EVEN MORE website problems and the draft got deleted, and I’m not rewriting that so, you’re welcome. Can I write this post, save it, and publish it? Or… Keep reading…Blacking out again…
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…
O.A.R. dropped a new album with little more than 48 hours notice. I had no idea how much I needed that this week until they delivered. I love this band so goddamn much. That is all. Carry on. — You Don’t Have to Say Goodbye O.A.R.
Oh hey it’s March. And here I thought I was going to start the year off with writing more here. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…ha…ha…ha… Ha. Ha. Ha. *ahem* Anyway. I have tried—TRIED—to write here so many times since my last post. But every time I open this same draft (started January 11th according to revision history) I find myself floundering, at an absolute loss for something to say. Which pretty much sums up all of my writing as… Keep reading…When the pictures fade…
…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…
…and relax for a delicate few… It’s been almost three years since our trip to Colorado. I never wrote the detailed post I had planned about it, complete with pictures and a lot of flailing about music and mountains. At the time I couldn’t write about it without ugly crying all over my computer. At this point, I think it’s best left to the mental archives. The trip was worth every last one of those… Keep reading…Pick up that precious something…