the_lucky_nun and I blew off a night of watching the Spook Lights and hanging out with folks we like so Tony could maintain the tenuous friendship he has left. Being as how he's managed to alienate and / or offend pretty much every other kid who's deigned to hang out with him, it seems important to make sure that he doesn't lose the one kid who doesn't fear him ( Read more... )

One day of classes left ( Read more... )

Today was one of those where I got off work and said to myself, "Man, as soon as I get home, I can put this long-ass day behind me. I can get a nap in, and try and catch up on the sleep I lost last night because of the storm. Then, I'll be all refreshed and ready to head to the Brick." I mean, really, nothing could quite be worse than a ( Read more... )

I know the_lucky_nun's been posting about this a lot, but goddamn... what made me think I could raise kids? Seriously, my patience is pretty much shot from repeated years of customer service and an insane level of self-involvement doesn't really help.

It's entirely possible that my mood could be improved by someone purchasing me a copy of Fright Night or Re- ( Read more... )

Tony's downstairs practicing for his chorale concert in two weeks.

Thus far, I've heard "Build Me Up Buttercup," "Help!," "Freeze Frame," and (most humorously) "All Night Long." Yep, Lionel Ritchie, the Beatles, and the J. Geils Band all in the same concert. Sung by junior high white kids.

I think the money I spent on tickets will be well worth

Lovely day, a mailbox full of CDs to which I have been looking forward a while (Goldfinger, Alkaline Trio, International Superheroes of Hardcore, No Age, Night Marchers), and a car with a sunroof. What's wrong with this picture ( Read more... )

One hundred plus pages of reading, records piling up all over the house (some self-imposed via purchase, rather than showing up in the mail), computational recovery, and photographic improvement calling my name means that free time isn't my thing ( Read more... )

I wrote the following letter to Tony's chorale teacher. Tony didn't get home until nearly midnight last night. Evidently his teacher felt it was important that the chorale stay and see all the performances at the Folly last night... and, of course, the performances ran late. I wrote the letter to basically try and keep his plans on point, rather ( Read more... )

Much as I'd love to hang out in my basement listening to the roughly dozen 45s I got this afternoon, it's fucking cold and I'm filthy, no matter how badly I want to listen to that Civic Progress 7" again (it's fucking GREAT).

the_lucky_nun is also asleep nearly directly above my head, and I really don't want to disturb her any more than necessary. On a ( Read more... )

For the first time since I've come to Lawrence, they canceled classes at KU ( Read more... )