get down with your independence
¶ by Rob FrieselHappy Independence Day all. (Here in Burlington, we do our 4th on the 3rd. Complete set up on Flickr. Fun with long exposures!)
Happy Independence Day all. (Here in Burlington, we do our 4th on the 3rd. Complete set up on Flickr. Fun with long exposures!)
After much worry, Stolichnaya returns from the vet. As Wrangled: We picked him up this morning. The vet said that he’s still hasn’t eaten but that he probably just didn’t feel like it because he was in such a strange environment (i.e., in a cage surrounded by a bunch of other caged, sick cats). “He […]
Personal goals for 2007: doing pretty well last quarter; let’s see where we are now: Write approx. 80,000 new words of fiction. This is updated from “write another 80,000 word draft of my novel”. Good news, re-writing the goal helped me get motivated. As if to say “all of my writing counts”. Bad news, I’m […]
unbelievably worn out (seriously folks, breaking points) Stoli is still at the vet; the plan is for him to come home tomorrow morning (assuming of course that he is better) GoodReads still has a bad UI but it’s oddly addictive I should start The High Window now that I’ve finished Farewell, My Lovely but part […]
Almost as if in response to something I said about him, the little bastard goes and gets sick. I suppose I should take comfort in the fact that the vet says that they can’t find anything wrong with him. Nothing on the x-ray, nothing in blood work, nothing alarming in the urinalysis… It is the […]
Pretty well:
I forget where I came across GoodReads.com the first time around but I had basically just removed the link from my del.icio.us “todo” set when Sarah pops up and tells Wranglers to get on board. So, several Wranglers later, I cave and join up as well. Short versions of immediate impressions: The concept is neat […]
Smug little bastard. Until about one month ago, this damned cat of ours did not meow. I do not know why. Perhaps he thought it was undignified. Perhaps he had short vocal chords that hurt when he used them. Perhaps an earlier life on the streets taught him the value of keeping his mouth shut. […]
My first thought was Already? Then I remembered the disbelief in everyones’ eyes when we answered We planted six seedlings to their respective variations on the question. Now I understand why they all told us that we’re screwed. currently playing: Junior Boys “Count Souvenirs” (live)