and she's the smoothest ride from here to boros for anyone can pay
Aw. The hard drive on the Mac is going CLICK CLICK CLICK. My sources tell me this is not good so I've got to get a new one. Oh, well. It is still a Mac and once I have that hard drive it will run and jump and skip and make sense.
Strawberries are on sale at Safeway. Glorious, sweet, ripe strawberries. I bought four pounds of them because two old ladies told me to. I'm glad I did.
Right around this time last year, I had just moved in to the house on Sierra Street, I was consuming many cheap strawberries, and I was being introduced to a little show called Firefly. 'Huh,' I said. 'It's Steve The Pirate. Oh, and this is the best show I have ever seen.'
A year later, I've just moved into this apartment, I am currently consuming many cheap strawberries, and posting this in between e-mailing artists for raffle donations and getting ready to go to a Silicon Gulch meetup. Also, that Steve The Pirate guy is now the hottest man alive.
Life's funny that way.
Yesterday Cat and I were supremely domestic. We went to the Cost Plus that just opened in Redwood City, and to the Ikea in Palo Alto. Among other things I got a new colander, a garment bag for my traditional Indian dress, and taper candles to last through the Apocalypse.
The most awesome thing I got was a huge transparent hanging of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. It was missing a hanging rod so it was all lonely in the As Is bin for $10. I took it home, removed the other hanging rod, and made it a curtain for my bed. It sections of the living room and my 'bedroom' somewhat, and also kicks all sorts of eclectic geeky decoration arse.
[Cat bought Dr. House's lamp.]
We are doing our first loads of laundry since we moved into the complex. The laundry room is all futuristic with cards you put money on and keypads and displays.
I think I've had too many strawberries.
Strawberries are on sale at Safeway. Glorious, sweet, ripe strawberries. I bought four pounds of them because two old ladies told me to. I'm glad I did.
Right around this time last year, I had just moved in to the house on Sierra Street, I was consuming many cheap strawberries, and I was being introduced to a little show called Firefly. 'Huh,' I said. 'It's Steve The Pirate. Oh, and this is the best show I have ever seen.'
A year later, I've just moved into this apartment, I am currently consuming many cheap strawberries, and posting this in between e-mailing artists for raffle donations and getting ready to go to a Silicon Gulch meetup. Also, that Steve The Pirate guy is now the hottest man alive.
Life's funny that way.
Yesterday Cat and I were supremely domestic. We went to the Cost Plus that just opened in Redwood City, and to the Ikea in Palo Alto. Among other things I got a new colander, a garment bag for my traditional Indian dress, and taper candles to last through the Apocalypse.
The most awesome thing I got was a huge transparent hanging of Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. It was missing a hanging rod so it was all lonely in the As Is bin for $10. I took it home, removed the other hanging rod, and made it a curtain for my bed. It sections of the living room and my 'bedroom' somewhat, and also kicks all sorts of eclectic geeky decoration arse.
[Cat bought Dr. House's lamp.]
We are doing our first loads of laundry since we moved into the complex. The laundry room is all futuristic with cards you put money on and keypads and displays.
I think I've had too many strawberries.