My copy of Marble Hornets: Season One arrived today.

Two hours later, I got a staticky, incomprehensible voicemail from an unpublished number.

If anyone needs me, I'll be under the bed.

Today kinda sucked. Here in Boston, it was gray, gray, horrible gray, and the day job wasn't much better. I ended up in a really lousy funk during work (and after, since I had to stay late), and this wasn't helped by the realization that I'd been listening to "Brian Wilson" by the Barenaked Ladies on a loop for a little while. Great song; not ( Read more... )

I work in a building that frequently hosts conferences and conventions. This is sometimes annoying (hordes of boat enthusiasts), sometimes charming (music teachers sell strange paraphernalia), and sometimes just plain weird (Objectivist conference -- complete with Ayn Rand bookstore. aaaa no ( Read more... )

Good things about the weekend ( Read more... )

I am bad about opening loads of tabs and then forgetting they're open, especially with videos. This means that often the video's still running and I don't notice until I pull up something else to watch and find both soundtracks going at once ( Read more... )

I'm certain worse ideas have come out of overtime. I just can't think of any at the moment.

If I write one of these at work (see yesterday's post for why), at the very least I'll keep the poor schlub whose job it is to monitor my email entertained. And possibly horrified. I'll post what I do write, but I make no promises (about schedule, ( Read more... )

Guess who's still at work ( Read more... )

- Waiting for the bus Friday morning, listening to music on my podling. The bus pulls up, and I can already tell that it's packed. I get on, and I realize that it really is packed -- with first-graders. Lots of them. Two or three classes' worth. All of whom are so very, very excited to be on the bus ( Read more... )

I'm trying to put together a good playlist for the reception (once the musicians have packed up their instruments and settled in to eat tasty foods), and it's becoming rapidly apparent that my iTunes is severely lacking in this department. Nor do I really have a good idea of what constitutes a decent dance mix. Granted, by this point in the ( Read more... )

If I arrive at Wiscon twitching and muttering "no more, no more...", then you will know who to blame.

This is either why I love him or why we're quite insane.