I got out of the office tonight for dinner at just the right time. The sun was setting and the sky was heavy with blue. People were out and about, letting the warm air hit their skin. I love this time of year right at the birth of spring, and I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of saying it. [Project 365]
Love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me Then I’d know the force with which she adored me The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares When I wake up in screams, that’s how I know that I really care — The Blow, “The Love That I Crave” [Project 365]
My Blackberry has been a real asshole lately. It’s just randomly deleted my call logs and my text messages four times now over the past month. I’ve called tech support three times and was told (the third time; the first two times, the people didn’t mention a word about this because they are obviously idiots) I needed to have AT&T wipe it because it’s a Blackberry glitch in which the phone will, if it gets…
Click the flyer, get the code, spread like a virus. Government-made or from outer space? Your call. And here’s the MySpace page, which will have route details and whatnot once they’re finalized.
The string broke again, and I fixed it with hot glue (not pictured). Again! HUZZAH! [Project 365]
Mom says the annual ladybug infestation has begun in earnest. She’s been finding hundreds of them in the basement on the windowsills, in clumps, dead or dying or just plain giving up. She said at first she’d salvage the living ones and put them on her plants to eat the aphids. But they’d defect and end up on the sills again. Eventually they’d end up in the belly of her vacuum cleaner. I got really…
It snowed Saturday and I reverted, as I always do when it snows, to a hyperactive eight-year-old. Which means snowalking in the park at midnight after work. As always, shenanigans were involved: Full Flickr set here.
Yesterday was my dad’s 54th birthday. Everyone gathered at the new Mexican restaurant in Saltillo to eat, drink, and yell as loudly as we possibly could about the impossibility of pronouncing basic Mexican words for food. It was a pretty good time, I have to say. Watching the brothers who run the place deal with the avalanche of crazy that comes with my family was fascinating. They were absolute professionals — no orders were botched,…
Evan and his girlfriend Charlotte were in town today so we had lunch at Central BBQ. I goaded him into trying the barbecue chicken nachos. He wrecked his plate quite thoroughly (those damn things are tasty) and then proclaimed that he’d had so much to eat that, later, he’d probably be able to “shit through a screen and never hit a wire.” Which is now officially my favorite thing to say, ever. [Project 365]
Toby remembers that his hair has been in a ponytail for the past several hours. Yesterday I drank a big honkin’ mug of coffee on an empty stomach and rode the high for three hours and then crashed like a Wright brother. Then I got real pissy and annoyed with everything and felt gross and fat and blah blah PMS hooey. It was not a pleasant roller coaster. So when I left work and stepped…
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