Friday found me across the street from the hotel, having some brunch before confronting the intimidating line for registration. It was only along one side of the building so far, not wrapped around the corner and up past the driveway as it would be by Saturday afternoon. The cafe was full of signs for a business convention, something for the home ( Read more... )

I started this at the one-week mark, but then I got sucked into a game...so, before I start forgetting shit, time to ( kick out the jams. )

I first thought of this one when the debate over immigration reform was much in the news. It has remained deadlocked for some time now, and faded from the headlines, but the problem is still with us ( Read more... )

Well, I'm off to the coast with lady_neon, damienk, rampagingturtle, danikitty182, and her husband Adam of no (LJ) account. Phone will be with me, but no net access...I'll be back in a week.

Well, I've finally got the "i" and "," keys working again on this piece of shit. If he weren't too stupid for it, I'd say that this keyboard was the last laugh of the ex-friend who badgered me into swapping it for the one that came with the box. In other good news following on bad, I managed to save most of a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black after ( Read more... )

She's back in touch.

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.  (A friend I love is pretty damn close to incommunicado currently.)
✓ I don't watch much TV these days.  (I never watch it on schedule--I download or buy shows I'm interested in.)
✓ I own lots of books.  (They're the majority of my personal effects.)

✓ I ( Read more... )

This isn't as pulled-together as my previous rants...it's a loose and possibly stoned-sounding collection of thoughts on a subject. That warning over,let's go on ( Read more... )

When we last left your humble narrator, oh my brothers...shit. Shit. SHIT. Wrong stolen voice. Although it brings up a question. Where does a little geek like me get off imitating a heavy motherfucker like Dr Thompson, particularly when I'm not even carrying on his fine sense of outrage, and I mean either feeling or creating it... Well, I ( Read more... )

I meant to go to bed half an hour ago--which, for me, means reading for at least an hour, more often two, before I finally bother turning off the lights. But, as I lay there dosing myself with Thompson's dispatches from the last days of our last losing war, the words started bubbling up into my consciousness like it was a cracked hull. ( So, hell with it, I decided to grab the keyboard and start bailing them onto here. )