The BiteThe wolf's laugh eerie cracks the humid night air ( Read more... )

Finally bit the bullet and spent a bunch of money on a new computer. 2,000,000,000 hertz or so of processor, and the thing I would call the processor has two processors in it! 2 gigabytes of RAM, half a fucking worldbyte of storage, and a video card faster than my entire previous computer, with its own god damned fan (I hear that's common nowadays ( Read more... )

Every autumn, as the leaves turn golden and the hot days of summer recede into memory, the fucking spammers think of some new fucking tricks to make my life miserable. Fucking fucks!

And 90% of system administration in nowadaysland seems to involve hitting enter at a prompt something like:
Jizzwarbler::Flickit .6.1.0.4 conflicts with Christmunch ( Read more... )

My first live set was interesting. I'm not much of a ham, so playing out is kind of stressful, I discovered, as I'd expected. The set felt like a disaster while it was happening, with all sorts of technical difficulties. We never did get decent volume on the guitar amp, which was frustrating as hell, since I felt like I played pretty well. ( Read more... )

During the great ARGH crisis of 2005, a woman temporarily moved in to the apartment below us. The emphasis here is on "temporariliy" not "a woman", who would be named if I could remember her name. With her was a cat, purportedly a lynx still in late kittenhood. It was a wild creature, and it didn't get along with the regular occupant of that ( Read more... )

It's June. The show's in October. We are to open for a band from out of town and a continent or two away. I think it's their first US tour. We're minus a drummer, but we have several leads. I'm the new guitarist, and I've spent the last two months learning the set plus some songs for the new album (the ones that have been written - about half ( Read more... )

This year we almost skipped Comicon. It all started when hotel rooms sold out in less than an hour the day they became available through whatever dealie Comicon does. The event grows and grows. Every year a larger crowd, every year more The Industry, every year less comics. At least the number of comics at the convention seems to be shrinking ( Read more... )

During practice, I fuck up some time between the end of my second beer and the beginning of my third. I am happy to continue playing one riff, maybe five or six times instead of four, or maybe three times instead of four. Depends on how much I like the riff. Or sometimes I play with great feeling until the second riff, when my mind blanks and I ( Read more... )

Second night this week with no obligations, and the second night of fun cut short due to wacky server hard drive antics.

Bought a bottle of Texan vodka at Trader Joe's tonight. Prescient, that was. Tomorrow will be sloshy.

We've managed to take on the care of two sets of cats (two cats per set) and one set of plants. One set of cats for four days, one for two weeks, and the plants for a month. But the plants only need watering twice, so I'm more concerned about forgetting them than working the watering into my schedule. I may make a cron job to remind me about the ( Read more... )