Posts by author: Mush
In which there’s an amazing cake! Today was the office “comfort food” potluck. (I brought a casserole.) There are two birthdays in the office this month; mine is one of them. And Dani, whom I didn’t even know was a baker, brought in this fantastic cake: Isn’t that thing just freakin’ awesome?!?
In which there’s a vague overview. The character that’s been living in my head for the last decade is an alien. The premise is that extraterrestrials have always been here; a ship (which happens to be self-aware and is currently hidden from human satellite surveillance at the bottom of the ocean) crashed on earth during […]
In which I ramble. Money Since I’m going to New York, I need money. Which is why I agreed to work on Sunday. It was quiet. Very quiet. And after the other guy left, it verged on creepy… being all alone in the Drumheller building made me glad I had Bindu with me. I watched […]
In which I’ve seen in the past week both of my parents and all of their siblings and nearly all of their siblings’ spouses and children. For no particular reason, both of my parents came to town to visit this week. They’ve been divorced for twenty-seven years, so it’s strange that they should both have […]
In which your intrepid narrator will be Out Of The Office. I’ve been telling everyone I’m going to New York for about four years. This year, I SWORE I’d get there NO MATTER WHAT… but then I changed jobs and thought, well, the job change was all for the good, but I bet I won’t […]
In which this is a very special OMG SO MUCH FAMILY edition. Friday after work I jogged home and took a 3-minute shower. The boys picked me up in the band van at 6:30 and we drove to an RV park in Wallula to play the opening night of a biker rally. When we arrived, […]
In which I’m a little worried about my instrument. I’m playing the Rally In The Valley – a biker rally, natch – tomorrow night. Outside. At night. It will most likely be both damp and chilly: not good conditions for a weak voice. Then I’m supposed to play a chichi benefit gig on Saturday afternoon […]
In which this is what I did with myself on my three-day weekend. Thursday I went out and, inexplicably, got drunk after band practice. I think the sober dude who was driving me around – to three different bars – might have been hoping I’d get drunk enough to lay him, but I’m old and […]
In which I post about my life on Facebook, because the Internet is self-reflective like that. I don’t know if it’s The CurseTM coming or I’ve just used up the day’s compassion for sloppy thinking, but when I logged into Facebook and saw the utterly meaningless meme traveling through it, I got a little worked […]
In which I realize something about my generation. We distrust success. Dear Starbucks, Back when you were the new guy, we were super into you. We drank your coffee by the gallon. We drove out of our way to stop at your new stores on our way to work. Then time passed, and you became […]
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