Step two

Okay, I've packed my Live @ San Quentin, Winners Never Quit and Four Cornered Night. Gonna be a decent drive I bet. Lessgo.

Y'all ready fur dis?

I feel like going on a mini trip today. Won't you join me?

All right but give me, like, half an hour. I gotta shower first.

Venture Brother

Now I've seen everything.

I have now seen everything.

The thing about stuff.

Here is my problem with news aggregates.

Most often I will default to one for my interneting needs on a given day, which - while convenient - has led to a level of laziness that I apparently am not ready to admit I'm capable of.

Tonight, for example: Rather than let a feed serve me up some info (a feed which oddly enough has become remarkably predictable and boring as of late), I went on an internetted-adventure which took me from 1930's cartoons to ukulele cover songs to read-along reminiscences.

...and while these aren't exactly out of the realm of such accumulative one-stop sites, they are closely tailor-made to my interests. Such rabbit holes are often the best of what this medium has to offer.

Ugliness, beauty? Same thing.

Ever put something off that, once you finally get to it, connects so many frayed synapses (I'm guessing thirteen myself) that it's as though an entire chunk of your consciousness just made a whole lot more sense?

It's like I've discovered an attic full of stuff from my childhood I never knew existed, all because I never bothered looking under some big, old duvet.

This really only needs to make sense to me...I'm just pretty delighted at the moment. Satisfied.


Also this has little to nothing to do with Last Action Hero.

ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED

Arrive home at 9 after a full work day and minor surgery. Find all off street parking is taken.
Do you continue driving around and then give up, parking many blocks away? No, you do not. Instead you grab a mother hugging shovel and you make your own parking spot.

Boys of Summer, meet Man of Winter.

Whirling Dervish

I am grateful for two truths in my life:

1. Kids seem to like me.
2. My friends are Good People.

The first is a plus because I believe children are skilled at detecting phoniness, and if they enjoy having you around - even (or especially) when the promise of gifts is nil - then that bodes quite well for you.

The second occurs to me after virtually every outing with friends. Knowing those you spend your free time with are all folks who

• would never cheat you
  
• would have your back in a fight and
  
• generally aren't shitty people
  

is not only reassuring, but also reflects on the kind of person you yourself must be.

So cheers to that. Carry on.

Half a zillion & counting

Woke up earlier than preferred so's I could get my teef cleaned today. Still a champ in the brushing department, it seems. I enjoy my little victories.

My dentist was a cutie, too. And now I sit, reading while nullifying my annual cleaning by sipping coffee before work. Sitting by yet another cutie.


One of these days I'm actually going to date one of them, I recon.

clowns'll eat me

It's four in the morning and I still haven't fallen asleep yet - most recently because the showtune "Under The Sea" is stuck in my head.

I'm seriously considering cancelling tomorrow morning's dentist appointment.