...I have paid off my debt to Visa, refilled my cell phone with minutes (sorry to anyone who's tried to reach me, lately), bought Janice and the kids and myself an enormous dinner out, complete with cocktails, appetizers, and dessert (something that has not happened in a LOOOONG time), and made plans to actually go shopping for CLOTHING, tomorrow ( Read more... )

Attended Any Fest, this weekend, which was mainly nice because I got to see Myers, Ian, Georgie, and Sam Williamson ALL AT THE SAME TIME, which gave me major Onalee Drive flashbacks. As I told Georgie, "Now I'm just waiting for Myers' mom to show up and chew us all out ( Read more... )

Fairly acceptable father's day - made my father a huge load of hotwings, and the kids baked brownies with chocolate ganache. Dad responded in kind by providing steak, etc. Bottom line: we ate a LOT. I've been perfecting my hotwing-fu, as it seems to be an essential skill for the kind of rennaissance man I am striving to become. Soon, I may ( Read more... )

...earlier this year, it suddenly dawned on me (fifteen years after initially listening to the record and looking at the booklet before Ms. Vernon's English class with a certain Mr. Douglas Roark) that the artwork on the inside pages of The Downward Spiral is meant to be closeups of Icarus's wings, after he flew too close to the sun and the wax ( Read more... )

Ian and I were poking around in an antique store on State Street, going through the anonymous clasped cases in the upstairs portion when he dragged one into the light that I had missed ( Read more... )

Ian and I successfully circuit-bent a toy keyboard, this evening (and he let me keep it, to make up for killing my poor Concertmate.) We each found a contact point on the circuit-board that did terrible things to the sound (Ian's making the pitch drop and the tone go all grainy, and mine making the pitch swoop up wildly) and then punched screws to ( Read more... )