Me: "Hey, Kevin, do you know where your tin snips are?" Kevin: "Hmm, I don’t know if I’ve actually got tin snips–there’s a wire cutter in the garage, if that’ll work." Me: "Damn, no, I need something with more dicing power." (brief silence from the other room) Kevin: "I suppose I should ask the all-important question of WHY you want tin snips?" […]
Monthly Archives: September 2008
First actual workday here at the new place! So far, so good. Kevin wasn’t feeling well last night and so is working from home, and I’m in my studio. Since it’s still jammed with stuff that needs to be unpacked, it’s kind of a tight squeeze getting in and out of the desk, and two […]
Note to self: When the nice Lutheran pastor asks you what you thought of the documentary on the early life of Martin Luther, "Well, I suspect that Luther probably had a fairly severe anxiety disorder, what with the self-mutilation and the obsessive ritual and all," is maybe not the most diplomatic answer. (Look, he ASKED. I […]
So my kitties are set up in the new studio, and everybody seems to have accepted this. This is Their Turf. Yesterday, as I was going into the studio, Smokey darted in with me. Smokey is a lovely lilac-point Siamese that Kevin trapped last year,* loves everybody. He walked through, bumping heads with Ben and Angus,and […]
Whew. Dude. What a couple of days. Okay. Sorry for the incommunicado thing–last night, in an orgy of packing, I Got Moved. Thanks to some good friends and their Pickup Truck of Holding, everything except my futon frame and a couple of bookcases got moved out. It was amazing. Kevin’s living room now resembles an explosion […]
My apartment got robbed last night. Important stuff–The cats are fine, the guppies are fine, I’m fine–I was at Kevin’s. They came in through the sliding glass door and cleaned out my game consoles, all my video games, Mr. Printy, and my brand new scanner. They left the computer, obviously. And, to my complete and […]
Well, I was going to share the Common Flapalope and Megaflapalope with y’all, but there’s apparently some kind of bug with the buddy system–Kevin and I can’t locate one another, despite knowing each other’s log-ins. (I found another buddy okay, but I’m wondering if it either takes awhile to update, or if I’m temporarily invisible. Still, if […]
Owing to the fact that Kevin and I have no impulse control whatsoever, we wound up buying copies of "Spore" yesterday. This is a dangerous, dangerous game.
I find myself looking around my apartment and going "Yeah, I’m done with this place." Not that the packing and moving is done–it is to laugh!–but with a couple of bookcases, most of the books, and some of the art gone, I am definitely not comfortable here any more. Being here alone, even working, is depressing […]
Had a weird nightmare last night that my buddy Brooke and I were being chased through these strange quasi-industrial, quasi-Victorian halls by these freaky mutant dogs with spider mandibles instead of teeth. They were trying to get to a little girl who we were attempting to escort to the top of the building, where she would […]