Posts by author: Mush
In which we revisit lolcats because man, that shit is FUHNEH. I’m sick and stupid but I love you so here’s some cute: Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!
In which I can barely even think. Sunday I woke up sick. And pissed off about it, too, because if you’ll recall I WAS JUST SICK and it isn’t time yet to be sick again. But sick I was. And pissed off about it, too, but I already said that. Point is, my aunt was […]
In which I’ll be available for your listening and viewing pleasure. Tonight I’m gonna sit in with the Coyote Kings at Crossroads sometime between nine and twelve for a few songs. If you’re both local and free, drop on by! — *Said by Todd Rundgren on… um, I can’t remember. Some live recording. Back To […]
In which I give you a picture of call center life. Yesterday, for my first call of the day I was on the phone with a customer for 106 minutes trying to set up his DSL. It should have been a 10 minute call, tops. The hardware was properly cabled and all the correct lights […]
In which the weather is totally gorgeous. I took this picture with my cell yesterday. It’s March and this is what’s happening outside. Spring! I asked Gramma if there’d be another cold snap yet, and she declined to speculate. She never gives weather predictions; she just shrugs and says, “We’ll see. I’ve seen years when […]
In which I do one thing in place of another. I couldn’t install my new 120Gb hard drive because I need a hard drive caddy because I can’t get the one on my current hard drive OFF because of un-ideal tools and a lack of significant hand/wrist strength. This whole hard drive replacement project is […]
In which I tell you about my plans for my weekend, but you find it boring. Because it is. Boring, I mean. I’m working until six. After that, I’m going to type up some lyrics for my band book and organize some MP3s for band practice tomorrow afternoon. After that, I’ll probably stop for a […]
In which I’m felled by microorganisms. Gramma and I both have rotten colds. We’ve been drinking hot lemonade with ginger in it, and lazing about, and coughing, and sounding scratchy-voiced. I have it worse than she does (her immune system’s been fighting germs now for 85 years and has wicked mad germ-fu), and slept 20 […]
In which I go out and have a lot of fun. And FAR too much wine! Saturday afternoon Syl texted me; she and C were in town. Turns out RB had gotten a recording gig and had hired the rest of the band to schlep gear. C worked while Syl and I hung out Saturday […]
During a conversation among the crew about River’s capabilities. “Psychic, though?” says the pilot. “That sounds like something out of science fiction.” His wife, the first mate, replies drily, “We live on a spaceship, dear.”
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