For being only eight years old, my car certainly has had plenty of problems. This winter's batch has been slightly comical since the passenger side door stopped working and any time the weather crawls below freezing, the drivers side door lock freezes, making the car almost impenetrable. Luckily, when designing the car, the draftsmen opted not to ( Read more... )

So far, the demons of 2005 have taken a more ambitious route through my everyday tasks, morphing like vowels to suit the situation, and so far, being just as useful, but keeping me from feeling as carefree as I am used to being. This is okay, it's about time I exercised some restraint, even if it makes me feel like a jerk for entertaining the ( Read more... )

Sad news, but only because I'm not sure how to fix it ( Read more... )

BAH-buh-buh-BAH-buh-buh-buh-BAH-buh-buh-BAH...Sugar Pie Honey Bunch.

Not long before I started this infrequent, sloppy journal I stumbled across the amazing Belgian woodcut artist whose name I stole for a nice moniker when I go moonlighting here. Frans Masereel has since been a frequent Google search for me and yet another artist I would, had I the money, reintroduce to public scrutiny. The books for which he ( Read more... )

How pretty and humbling they were this morning, those low, lumbering giants, all puffed up for a big day out of pushing feathery snow. Glowing like embers in electric reds (sailors take warn), they swam deep in the sky and the horizon looked awfully crowded while daylight smeared across that wintry atmosphere; so dense to the sight, but vaunting ( Read more... )

Sometimes all it takes is a little glance in the mirror to snap a vicious mental cycle, and I don't mean the cliched, Michael Jackson metaphorical mirror. I rarely look to the mirror for any sort of guidance, which explains why my hair's always a mess, why at least once per week I notice dried toothpaste clinging to the edge of my lip, and why, as ( Read more... )

Well, this lengthy report breaks my long Livejournal silence. ( Read on, reader )

The coffee here at work has never been amazing, but the stuff I'm drinking right now tastes like water formerly used to boil pasta. It's totally weird and I'm sort of enjoying it ( Read more... )

My goodness, you're beautiful.

Yes, you.