A very strong practical factor, made itself evident, in the decision to trade the Beetle for the TT. It is quite possible that it is impossible to get a TT into my alley, given that the beetle scrapes if I’m not super careful. I wonder if anyone has a similar TT, in Seattle, that I could borrow, or at least watch them attempt the hill in, so my parents wouldn’t have to drive all the way out for potentially nothing.
Archive for January, 2013
Here I am again, playing the fool, for a guy who’s measure I cannot rule
Against him, my accomplishments pale, like my skin, slug white contrast to burnished bronze
Nothing to offer, but time and body, heart and soul, hope for the best, but know the worst is yet to come.
Each time we visit, he takes something away, from my home, my heart, my soul, something of value, something of meaning, something of worth, leaving me empty, impoverished, and alone.
I give it freely, I give without regret, in the sense you might suspect.
My only regret is that I am who I am, and no one else.
Surprise, surprise, surprise, Jim Nabors got gay married in Seattle. I had no i-D.
Listening to the album he did as Gomer Pyle, in honor. It does have the song, “It takes all kinds…” =p
I must be getting old. My mother wants to trade me her Audi TT for my VW Beetle, so I called up my insurance guy, to get an idea of how much it would cost. Only $34/month, at most. I must be well past the young-guy-with-sports-car-danger-zone for insurability. I guess that’s a good thing.
The payments, once I would start making them myself, are not going to be such an easy change of budget to swallow though, I suspect. The probably won’t give me zero-percent interest on a used car loan. Probably.
I already mentioned their weird retro concert calendar coming up, (Suzanne Vega, Camper Van Beethoven, Dada), and today, there was a second free iPad game linked to a retro movie, this time Ghostbusters (the first one was a tie-in for the original War Games). If you have eyes, you’ve seen the retro fashion return of neon colors =p
Watched an interesting documentary last night, on a pair of art collectors, Herb & Dorothy Vogel. I got many things out of the film. Firstly, I really want to live in New York City someday. Secondly, I should get out to more gallery opening. and thirdly, medical science had better be ready to give me forty more years, once I finally meet my lifemate.
And to not be afraid to buy art you don’t get, for yourself, and to let it grow on you.
I have been slowly moving my art collection home from work, in anticipation of the move to cubicles. There just isn’t going to be space for 100+ sq ft of art work. There might be space from some of the smallest pieces.
Yesterday, I tried to find places at home for the stuff I’ve transferred so far. Without moving furniture, it is going to be difficult to hang pieces in the remaining clear wall spaces, unless someone can loan me a troupe of acrobat-handymen, that can form human chain counterbalanced towers to reach the spots that you can’t stand directly in front of….
Really, you don’t say?
I went out for dinner last night, a tasty goat cheese covered burger. I got home, feeling fine, went to bed, and had to crawl to the bathroom, sweating and panting, to puke it all up. Was so weak, I couldn’t even bring my head up to toilet level.
And yet, this morning, other than expect-able nausea while trying to clean up the rather fragrant goat-cheese infused vomit, I’m doing OK. A little headache, but that’s unrelated, I think. So, food poisoning?
Now, time to clean up a MySql DB that has grown to fill up all the local drive space, a whole different kind of sick making.
Something happened a couple of days ago, and all of sudden, while my human visitor count has stayed ‘constant’, or at least consistent in range, my spider and bot visits have dropped down to nothing. I’m not sure it’s a bad thing, per se. People are still finding the top tech articles they have always come for, so I maybe I just am not posting enough new content?
Time for a photo safari I guess =p