Apparently I react to technical failures like a female stereotype reacts to being dumped.

I got clocked in the face yesterday.
Literally. Hit In The Face With A Clock.

Realizations have been realized and left me reeling.
It's nearly midJuly.

My favorite customer today was the lady who spent ten minutes expounding to me the many ways The Henry Ford pales in comparison with Dollywood.

I think if I ever wrote a book, it would be fairly biographical and probably resemble Sideways Stories From Wayside School.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS are playing a FREE SHOW at COMERICA TASTEFEST on SUNDAY at 8:30.
My intention is to attend, come Hell or high water. You should come too.
Leave a comment or give me a call and we'll make plans, mmkay?

Add "non-confrontational" to the list or requisite attributes.

Anyway, here's this:
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Today would have been so much cooler if Guy Who Looked Like Iggy Pop had actually been Iggy Pop, if the Germans had actually been speaking Swedish, and if the sign of at the corner had really been advertising just a Giant Garage --->.

I'm so glad I wasn't who I wanted to be when I was in High School.

Slacking off today has been such an uphill climb.

I know less than I say and I'm working on forgetting all of it.