spontaneity.
¶ by Rob FrieselWe talked about it for four months. Then at like noon on Sunday A just out and says “Let’s do it.” So we did.
We talked about it for four months. Then at like noon on Sunday A just out and says “Let’s do it.” So we did.
Tap-tap-tap of the keyboard. Hammering away on my project, finally making some major headway. When: BAM! lights flicker And a silver Audi A4 materializes outside my house. Having slipped out of P (or something along those lines…) and careened back-end first into the corner of my house. Missing A’s car by inches. (BLOODY INCHES!!) Fortunately […]
Ah yes… The move. Where did we leave off? I owe pictures (see below). The good: The house roxxors my boxxors. The bad: The couch didn’t quite make it through the 30″ door into the living room (but we’ll just see about that in the long run…) And how are we? Sore-sore-sore. And still “net […]
Move went OK! More/less anyway. We’re stoked but still “net dark” at home until Verizon can get its act together on the DSL front. *le sigh* Anyhoo… Images coming soon!
I am just full of recursive posts today… Flashing back to a January post on Edward Burtynsky’s photos, I realized he did a series of images titled “Rock of Ages” that includes a bunch of pictures from abandoned sections of the Wells-Lamson Quarry in Barre, Vermont. Registered at the time … but realizing just now […]
If your power company’s domain name ended in “.biz”, you would hate them too. This is the 2nd time this week I’ve come home to blinking clocks. Bastards. Can’t you maintain stable juice in to my joint? God damn! I can’t wait to move and switch power companies. Oh… Wait… damn…
ugh. I hate being on-call for work. I was starting to get used to it and was figuring out ways of being able to do it w/o letting it completely interfere w/ my life but… Pretty much the only other person in my dept. who can take the on-call stuff is in the process of […]
House pics! This place is dope:
Here is the part where I’m supposed to tell everyone how cool the Hunter Ave. house is. …and here is the part where I promise pictures.
Sitting at my desk, listening to the soothing rap of the rain against the house, I think about how badly I want to strangle the rat fuck that broke the window on my car today. I hope the half-dozen CDs (which were almost all burns, by the way) were worth it. Oh, and could you […]