Fire in the sky
I can’t even tell you the number of times I have been driving along, gazing at the horizon, and have imagined what it might be like to see something just like this. Insane. HT: Laughing Squid
I can’t even tell you the number of times I have been driving along, gazing at the horizon, and have imagined what it might be like to see something just like this. Insane. HT: Laughing Squid
So we had some unscheduled downtime today. Perhaps you saw the static screens of death?! I thought I must have done something horribly wrong (like finally figure out how to get Akismet working) but it turns out that the Bluehost office dog probably just peed on my server. Thanks, puppy. I Twittered my panic like a mofo, and several people were kind enough to chime in and offer help and support. The internet can be…
There’s this abandoned homestead on Highway 100 between the 64 junction and Chickasaw that I pass every time I drive to my parents’ house in Saltillo. Every time I speed by, my mind goes into overdrive thinking about what used to be there. What kind of house, what kind of people, what kind of stories. Where did the house go? Where are the people now? All that’s left are these two little brick walls framing…
Bowl-o-rama from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. So rumor has it that Imperial is closing by the end of the year, but I can’t find this information anywhere on the internets. (I can find plenty about the 2006 rumor.) Can someone substantiate this? I need to know for sure whether or not to be sad for serious. Instant update-o-rama: Kip’s got a photo gallery up!
At the risk of jinxing all my tentative plans just by talking about them in positive tones, I’m pretty excited right now. I’ve got a roundtrip ticket to D.C. I’ve got a couch/floor/box on/in which to stay once I get there. And I’ve got a huge historic moment to witness. Yep. Pretty excited. Preeeeettttttyyyy exciiiited. I’ve never been to D.C. before. Where should I go? I figure I better put some time in at the…
Every few months I scour the interwebs for evidence of the Memphis zombie invasion. Here’s something I hadn’t seen before:
My two latest Netflix acquisitions have not quite piqued my interest in any substantial way, so I’m letting them collect dust while I’ve pawed my way through my VHS cabinet and begun working my way through tapes of MST3K episodes recorded off the Sci-Fi Channel roughly ten years ago. These tapes — there are a couple dozen of them — are in bad shape. The sound is so bad that you have to turn it…
For a few hours now, I’ve been nursing cup after cup of Jamaican coffee. I guess that’s what it’s called — it’s coffee plus brandy plus rum. That’s what The Internet calls it, anyway. I have to add milk and sugar because I don’t want hair on my chest. Well, more hair. It’s a delicious concoction for a chilly autumn night and it makes me want to wear ridiculous multi-colored socks and wear a slanket.…
Me on the computer, laughing at this (HT: Knots). Jack, looking up at me intently. Me, grabbing Jack and giving him a bear hug and lots of cat smooches: “Kitty, I am going to clean the shit out of your litter box!” Jack, irritated, stares into space as I smother him with affection. Me, babytalking:”Yes I am! Yes I am!” Pause. “YES WE CAN.”
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