In which I’m in SO much trouble. I’m no longer allowed to post MP3s on this server ’cause I keep getting in trouble for it. If I understand it right, goblinbox.com is physically located on a server colocated at The Planet, which is, I think, a server farm somewhere in California. I think my buddy […]
In which we check in with my weekend… and my marriage. The weather was gorgeous Saturday. Bread and I went to town and visited the bank to cash his check (he’s working again!) and then we went grocery shopping. We intended to buy food for the weekend. We spent two hundred dollars. But OMG were […]
In which I bitch about other people’s driving. I seriously hate people who drive SUVs. I realize my ’92 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo is technically an SUV, but at least I don’t drive like a fucking moron. Four-wheel drive helps you go in bad conditions, sure, but it doesn’t help you stop. It’s freezing motherfucking […]
How long are mid-life crises supposed to last? Because I think I’m still having one. It started before my birthday last September, my self-styled crisis, and though I’m feeling much better in many ways I’m feeling worse in others. Well, not worse. I don’t feel bad, exactly. I just don’t give a shit about a […]
In which I rant right at the whole entire blogosphere. Including myself. Okay, so, my cred is that I’ve been blogging since before the word had even been coined. (Okay, not really, since it was coined in 1997. But still, I’ve been doing it for years.) Since I coded all my pages by hand. Since […]
In which I rock. I’ve rocked myself to sleep for most of my life. It’s a rather violent, whole-body rock, and if I don’t braid my hair it ends up incredibly tangled and snarled and takes twenty minutes to brush out. I’ve always preferred to sleep on mattresses on the floor, in order to avoid […]
Sunday’s rehearsal recapped. I hopped into the shower at one-thirty Sunday afternoon and Bread promptly popped his head in. “Why you bathing?” he asked. “‘Cause. S’time.” “Wuffo?” “Dude, Sunday. Got rehearsal.” “Oh,” he mumbled, looking downcast. (He’s so bored. He doesn’t do well with too much leisure time.) After dressing and finding my purse I […]
In which you hear me sing a song that was written for me to solo on. For real. Remember my trip to New York last September? To sing on a friend’s acapella album? Well, I saw her over New Year’s and she gave me the tracks. She doesn’t like them and isn’t going to use […]
In which Bread gets pissed. In both the American and the English sense of the word. Yesterday I was sitting at my desk at 4:59, and happened to see the clock in my taskbar roll to 5:00. My cell phone rang immediately. I ignored it and finished up what I was doing, and got ready […]
In which my hand feels like it’s about to fall off, but I can still type. So I haven’t played guitar regularly since… well, ever. I guess I played a lot when I was about sixteen, for a year or so, but then I got really into voice and sort of stopped. Today I played […]
