I will not be in Broome County from tonight/tomorrow (still not sure which, won't be until tonight), until late the 31st (like, 10ish). If this affects your plans, my apologies, but if we talk at all regularly you were probably aware of this already. That is all.

The city laughs. Springing silver drips across it's surface like children running through a sprinkler. No one cares about the terrible mixed metaphors: all metaphors are mixed. Haile Selassie is dead. The cake vibrates about 20% faster than the human ear is capable of hearing, so listen up, Watson, you're going to be blue. She can hear the cake, ( Read more... )

Floods suck. Five minutes before I have to get ready for work, but long story short:

-I myself am fine, except for the whole "boil water" thing, which is really just an inconvenience in our case.
-It sucks to be Broome County though. Ugh.
-For some reason this has cemented the desire to go canoing down the river at some point.

Sometimes it feels like people are all stargazing
and they want to bring out the telescope and look at one specific (maybe special?) star
but if they brought it out, they wouldn't be able to see the others
and so they keep looking, wishing they could see a little better.

Dumb post, I know. Sorry.

The next time I sit through a crowd of not-really-sober people singing "I've Got Friends in Low Places" for the second time in an evening, someone dies.

That is all.

Alright, so the BCC Weekly (slogan pending, my current favorite is still "Lowering the Bar") has been so kind/foolish as to have me for an advice column. When I asked Gerg what it should be, well, he basically gave me carte blanche. Thus, I hereby put on my livejournal the second (the first would be at Read more... )

So, my friend Randy Jack (yes, that's his name, I know) has been doing music for a while. And now he has hsi stuff online. It's not really my style (it's more of a spoken-word hip-hop thing, neither of which are normally my fare, the former gracing my aural plate more often than the latter), but I have to admit deriving a surprising amount of ( Read more... )

Messed around with the computer for a bit.
( This is the result. )

Can't step in the same river twice

So, you can't see the same person twice

Sometimes,
once would be good.

Long-necked black horses, poking their heads through your second story window and muttering at you, trying to wake you up. Grinning, all the while ( Read more... )