Car's totaled.

Well. More than a week ago, I got into a fender-bender. I have a nice black rental car with power everything until they get it out of shop. Except I get a call this morning saying it may be totaled. Dunno. No one was hurt, at least two of us got cited for following too close, and I wasn't the last person in line ( Read more... )

Who here has Twitter? It's akin, it seems to Facebook's 'status' and my teeny, lame-o entries here. I wonder if it would be worth my while to get one.

What do you know about adaptations for the blind, beyond Braille?

I know of a kid's picture book and an art show that went on about a decade ago where people were encouraged to pet the art.

Happynooyeeeeer!

It was good! Grood, in fact. Lots of walking, way too much sleeping (I was either sick, exhausted or both :(), and Avenue Q, which was fucking awesome.

I also played Rock Band 2 with the Baitys last night, for we all had free time, oddly. I have discovered that I am, unsurprisingly, a terrible drummer. I am a passable guitarist, but I sing ( Read more... )

I had wings with the Baitys, Idiot Box with Devin (I told the Belfast story for the Nightly News, and it was funny, but I tell it better ;)), had drinks and pizza with Keri ( Read more... )

My body woke me up in the middle of a dream, because I was having the single most profound revelation concerning my stance on art EVER.

I want to write it down before I forget, but the core thesis was about communication and the goal of 'speaking' correctly to reach the audience you want to reach.

IF I FORGET REMIND ME OK PLEASE HOLYCOW.

EDITI ( Read more... )

I have to GET MY HEALTH INSURANCE BACK tomorrow. There's proof I've been putting in the money; it just needs to go to its proper spot onw. NOW.Hurr.

I need the car inspected and the window and tires fixed.

I need to pay phone bill and get my eyes and teeth looked at (what am I, a horse? I look it often enough, but damn).

I need to go somewhere ( Read more... )

In rereading, the passive-aggressive entry was so p-a that I must hide it. But I assuaged the armchair therapist in my head by saving it as private, that I may re-reread it and be ashamed. It's that minute solitary step past merely acknowledging the presence of the problem ( Read more... )