I m in ur lawnmower, fryin ur skinz

I have a second-degree irony on my right hand.

It's even sadder that I didn't make that up.

Blast from the Past!

(That's always a dumb thing to say, I think.)

Found this old picture of me, from my moody art school days. I look a lot like my brother in this picture I think. Or he looks like I used to. Either way.

Seriously

Do not, even accidentally, grab a lawnmower muffler.

Ever.

Lucky

Across the Wrinkled Sea So Vast

Have I used that line for a title yet? I try to always use song lyrics, which is ghey and fanboy-ish, I know, but whatever.

I also try to often not split infinitives.

And in My Mind, The Color Green

So, AppleCare update:
They sent my old creeky iBook G4 back in about 48 hours, with a new optical drive, as promised, as well as an unplanned little thingy--a new HD. WITH NONE OF MY OLD DATA ON IT. Oh, and the 1GB RAM chip was out, but I should've remembered to do that myself before I sent it. So, I got a streamlined, uncluttered, brand-new, three year-old iBook! Over the past few days I've put everything back, except for the iLife 06 stuff, and it's pretty much good to go. But I miss all my old emails and address book. Everything else was well backed-up, especially those precious recordings of songs(!).

It's a Small World, After All

Gabe got up at 5:40 this morning (I didn't) and spent 45 minutes looking at weather maps of China and Japan on the internet. And probably some lolcats too.

Get Away From Me!

Gabe came tearing up the stairs this afternoon, "Sam is calling me George W Bush! And he's the worst person in history ever! Make him stop!"
I swear to God this is true.
And then Sam kept screaming it.

Oh, the drama that is my life!

Favorable Weather, Compliant Bicycle

Yesterday was a nice day for a ride--high 60s, sunny, a moderate breeze but nothing terribly unpleasant.

Man, it sure is pretty flat here, though, huh?

What a Beautiful Face I Have Found in This Place

New section here at Castor & Pollux, your favorite blog! Fan art!
This one is by my #1 fan (highest ranked, numerically, and quanitatively!) It's me as a minister-robot-priest sorta thing.



They're aren't too many people who like the "music" stuff I do. She* happens to be the most vocal, enthusiastic, and smartest. I mean, she must be, she likes my little songs! The men absolutely howl when I play my stuff in the car that it's bad music, but since they howl the irony is thickened.

* Laura K Arnold, RPh, who found my song about fluoxetine on teh Myspace (see Cpl Bradley link) whose cousin I went to high school with (whose other cousin is married to a girl who lived behind one my best friends in elementery school's house, the ones who had the in-ground trampoline but rarely let anyone play on it) who, herself, also grew up in the NJ. OK...That sentence wasn't at all clear, but was only meant to convey a vague sort of "small world" feeling.

If (when?) anyone else makes some fan art, they can send it here for immediate posting!

Best Wishes for a Speedy Recovery!

Since I have a couple weeks of AppleCare left, my old iBook G4, that magical, grizzled, amazingly-durable-considering what I put it through, laptop is going in a box to get fixed. I will commandeer the MacBook in the house that should rightfully be mine (though it needs more RAM to be useful to me) in the meantime and prolly forever! Such is my evil intent!

Words to Live By (Again)

A wise friend recently told me (yesterday) that taking the high road is the best course of action, since the people down in the trenches and muddy gulches have a harder time throwing poop at you that way.

I will stay up high.

My Domestic Animal

Since the weather isn't very Spring-like, Mo cannot go outside and indulge in his favorite sport--pouncing off the deck, attacking baby mice, and leaving only the back half for me to find in the garage.
Soon, Mo! Be patient!



The punchline is, of course, that Mo really does give a ___'s ___.

After All These Years Wrestling Gators

It's snowing, sleeting, hailing, generally being cold and messy here. It was warmer during the Winter!

gah!

And Now It's 55 Years Later

Gabe turned 10 yesterday. Therefore, I feel old and feeble. That I have a 10 year old son means I am old.

You can't argue with me about this, it's just true.

However, I am young at heart thanks to my mid-life crisis hobbies (cycling, ie wearing garish spandex in public; guitars, etc). And my rugged good looks. And my amazing wit and vast charm. And...stuff.

Happy Easter

Sam seems to be growing a wart on his thumb.

Hey! What's That Fruit Cocktail Doing in My Closet?

And why is that tape measure in the freezer? And why is there a baseball bat in my bed? And...why is there a shirt on my stool in my lair with this note on it?

*sniffle!*
Hey!
That shirt doesn't smell nice at all! Where'd you get that from? The sewer? Ew! Uck! Bleeeeeeh! Gross!

Ha ha ha.

Two little boys have strange ideas for April Fools jokes.

Email me for one more, it's really good! *snickers*