Autumn Ponderings
So here I am at work again, after reading an acerbic (and quite warranted) treatise against the Music Business in the newspaper over the weekend. It seems the artists are finally organising to fight The Man. I hope they win, even though it scares me that I may lose my job as a result. Sometimes...no...MOST of the time I feel so dirty knowing that I'm part of machine that helps to enslave artistic people.
If I get the chance, I'm going to transcribe the article to the computer and will definitely post it here for posterity's sake.
Barry likes the initial title page for his website. He wants to change the banner font to a Tench-like scribble and should be sending that to me shortly. I'm fairly excited about the whole thing.
Mama sent me a website the scared the 12 year old girl out of me. I'll be visiting often, especially when I'm alone and in a dark room. Dead People
So this is the first day of Autumn and I'm kinda blue. Not really certain why...it could just be PMS.
Lew came the house for the first weekend in a long time. He's been so busy with helping his daughter and working on Melany's house as payment for letting him and his daughter stay their for a couple of months that we've hardly seen one another in some time. Anyway, his visit was a very nice one and we spoke of plans for the near future and beyond, some of them practical and wishful, some of them terribly naughty.
Henry is still recovering nicely. He's walking about with his butt tucked in like it hurts him to move. No wonder! He has about 2 dozen staples in his gut from his wee-wee to just below the ribcage. Po baby..
I've been watching 'Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring' a lot lately. It brings back those days when I was so immersed in the Tolkien mythos. I can almost recapture that wonder and grace in which I walked in the days I read Tolkien for the first time....especially The Silmarillion. Somehow, I can't quite attain in its fullest though, and I'm left with a longing not unlike the High Elves' desire to return to the West.
Disjointed thoughts...that should be the title of this post. My mind wanders and my fingers move.
This is the product.
If I get the chance, I'm going to transcribe the article to the computer and will definitely post it here for posterity's sake.
Barry likes the initial title page for his website. He wants to change the banner font to a Tench-like scribble and should be sending that to me shortly. I'm fairly excited about the whole thing.
Mama sent me a website the scared the 12 year old girl out of me. I'll be visiting often, especially when I'm alone and in a dark room. Dead People
So this is the first day of Autumn and I'm kinda blue. Not really certain why...it could just be PMS.
Lew came the house for the first weekend in a long time. He's been so busy with helping his daughter and working on Melany's house as payment for letting him and his daughter stay their for a couple of months that we've hardly seen one another in some time. Anyway, his visit was a very nice one and we spoke of plans for the near future and beyond, some of them practical and wishful, some of them terribly naughty.
Henry is still recovering nicely. He's walking about with his butt tucked in like it hurts him to move. No wonder! He has about 2 dozen staples in his gut from his wee-wee to just below the ribcage. Po baby..
I've been watching 'Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring' a lot lately. It brings back those days when I was so immersed in the Tolkien mythos. I can almost recapture that wonder and grace in which I walked in the days I read Tolkien for the first time....especially The Silmarillion. Somehow, I can't quite attain in its fullest though, and I'm left with a longing not unlike the High Elves' desire to return to the West.
Disjointed thoughts...that should be the title of this post. My mind wanders and my fingers move.
This is the product.