I toil on the beast. A two + year old costume in progress known as the Carnivale. Beautiful creation. I need a break. I need dinner. The other half needs dinner when he arrives at the homestead. I don't know why I have put this one off for so long. The office has worn me down to the metal this week. The Gods smile on my new bike. Jesus, I sound ( Read more... )

Captain's log, stardate: third shot Sambuca. Romana Black. Good choice if I do say so myself. Having had an epiphany while almost lighting myself on fire on the way home from class, I thought about the story I've been writing. Being a screenwriting and fiction class, I had to wrench something out of my ass to present. Write what you know. Write ( Read more... )

I am bleeding. I have a scraped spot on my leg, my hands are bruised. My shoulders hurt from carrying the bastard thing. I bought the bike that Satan built. We went thrifting this weekend because among corduroy, I had to have a bike. I've been wanting one, and it seems as though I'm never going to get a real one. So, after combing the thrift stores ( Read more... )

So what's up with all the attacks on poor Mr. Beckham. Isn't it bad enough that the bloke married one of the Spice Girls? Proof that anyone you shagged in the past can and will be used against you. But he's not as interesting as Dennis Rodman. My thought for the day ( Read more... )

I actually beat out my inner pussy today and took on the hills that comprise the apartment complex that I live in. I got yet another 1-impact helmet at the used sports place and went to it. I saw some parts of it that I haven't seen before. I can't believe I was such a pussy about the hills. My legs are going to hurt like fuck tomorrow, but I got ( Read more... )

today began at 6 as usual with the two hyper carpet rats jumping up and down on me for food. The pirate went to the vet today for a post-surgery checkup and we are looking good. It's the first good report since this mess started. I should have a beer. I've been chugging away harvesting printing loads of dumbek rhythms as I have forgotten quite a ( Read more... )

This week has sucked. The upside is that I may see some really lousy people get their just rewards for once in my life. I hate to be that petty and bloodthirsty. Wait, no I don't. I like being bloodthirsty. I also just got a new flute! Yes! It is wonderful. Really transports you to another time and place. I do so adore ancient tunings. I have ( Read more... )

well, it's over the hump of the week we go. Now a weekend full of rest, and whatever I want to do. The pirate is tolerating medicine mixed in food. I hope it continues. Bandages are expensive! I really don't want to have a blood transfusion. Fortunately I have a significant other who has provided no end to the physical and emotional support in this ( Read more... )

Drama, drama everywhere and not a brain to think. Fell off the wagon again. Had 2 cigarettes today. The mountain bike shopping is on hold for a bit as the four-legged child had to go in for another $300 surgery. Now I get to do creative medicating. I think I can cheat and put it in food, but I don't know. I'm just glad I have the most wonderful ( Read more... )

So I have just played a (finally successful) round of let's give the four legged child liquid medicine. For those following the sick baby cronicle, I had Linda Blair in cat form and the pirate had the squirts. Great. So, as the vet guru proclaimed, she had to have some prescription kitty kaopectate. Home abdominal gill kit. One pissed off cat, one ( Read more... )